Guilt-free bumming around

My school was at least considerate enough to give us a day off to rest from all the stress we had to deal with for the fair and the school play. I’m proud to say that today I did absolutely nothing, without the guilt feeling of being a bum. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t exactly just lie in bed until mold started growing on my skin. I spent part of my day reading and playing Shadow Hearts on my PlayStation2 (buy that game, it’s so worth it). I guess what I meant to say is that I did nothing productive today. Which is all right, because I’ll probably be loaded with schoolwork this week and next. Might as well go on doing nothing for as long as I can.

High school finals are exactly two months away! Or maybe one month and three weeks, I dunno. But still, I really can’t wait! What I am not looking forward to is the hours and hours I’ll have to spend on graduation rehearsals. Why do we have to have rehearsals for graduation anyway? I mean, how hard can it be to line up, walk across the stage, get your diploma, and have the tassle on your hat thing moved to the other side of your head? We’ll have to rehearse the songs too, but why can’t we just learn them an hour or two before the ceremony itself? Nobody really sings the songs anyway. Grr. And I can just imagine my batchmates telling each other that these are our last days together as high school seniors and that we should cherish these moments because we will never have them again. Spare me the melodrama, please. I cannot wait to leave my high school life behind me forever.

You know, if there’s one thing I learned about being in a play, it’s how to put on make-up. I actually ordered some lipstick and lip gloss from an Avon catalogue, when a couple of months ago I wouldn’t even dream of spending money on cosmetics. I probably won’t tart my face up every single time I step out of the house; only when I go to the mall or to parties or something. I don’t see why some girls have to wear make-up like, all the time. At school, people retouch their blush-on between classes, which is stupid because we’re all girls and there’s really no one to look cute for anyway. But oh well, whatever floats your boat. I remember this one time when I was younger, there was this girl at choir who had on way too much make-up. She wasn’t even very pretty, and you could see that she was using the wrong shade of foundation because her face was several shades lighter than her neck. I guess I must have been staring at her for too long, because she suddenly turned to me and snapped, “What the hell are you staring at me for? I don’t like it when people stare at me!Tell me what’s wrong. Is it my make-up, huh, huh?” I was surprised; talk about defensive. I was only twelve back then, and I couldn’t find the right words to use to tell her that she looked like a clown, and that even an ignoramus like me could tell that she was using all the wrong shades of lipstick, blush-on, and way too much eyeliner. I only stared back and said nothing.