I could.

I have writers block. I don't know what to say anymore. God I could rant for hours on pointless things like what I have for dinner last night or how today my hair wouldn't work in anyway, but it just seems so normal. Other bloggers seem to have stories that mean something. Stories that make you cry, laugh, or think way too hard. The words just flow out of their mouths like waterfalls, and then there is me; who sits here watching Made of Honor thinking for what seems like hours on what the first sentence is going to be about. I just don't know what to say. 

I could start with Take 5 and how not fun it has been. Its seems like everyone is getting stressed out and nothing is working. We open Thursday night and I feel like no one is ready. I want it to end. Last year I never wanted it to end. It could have been that i was a freshman and everything was so new, I had one of the coolest directors that was inspiring, or that I got to play a part that every time i send my line someone said "awww" but whatever the reason I didn't want it to end. This year is different. I am in a play that is confusing. I play a grandma married to a creeper. I cant stand Jeff.... especially after he told everyone I made out with him. I loathe play practice and am more excited for my family to see Noonlight then for then to see me. I don't mind that my part is small, that's not a problem at all. I just am sick of it. 

I could also tell you about Gabrielle's Birthday. Oh it was wonderful. She has the cutest friends. And she is beautiful herself. I do have to admit that I am jealous of her... she discovered that having friends that were guys faster than my grade did. Someone of them are still think boys have cooties. 

I could tell you about when my friends hung out with my other friends.... without me. It was awful. They can be friends, just the fact that they are friends... without me kind of hurts. Its like cutting out the middle men. Once you introduce your friends to each other they become friends and then you, well i guess you can finish that thought. I don't know. And Patrick and Tori is just another chapter. 

I love chick flicks. and that's that

Oh i could rant about how i got the Twilight movie and watched it tonight. I could tell you how i think Jacob is hot and Edward is not in the movie. I could tell you what I liked and what I disliked about it. 

I could tell you how I feel like I want to cry but I don't know the reason. 

I guess I could tell you a lot of things. But none of them seem like something that would flow off my tongue like waterfalls and capture the audience. 

I guess I will just say goodnight.