"I object".

First of all, HOLY SHIT a lot has been happening.

Secondly, HOLY SHIT I didn't even realize that until I typed in the web address to come here and post a blog.

Thirdly, HOLY SHIT it is 5AM and I am still up.

Okay, where to begin?
Hm...

I found an old friend the other day.
He's turned out to be quite an attractive guy.
Unfortunately, I don't think there's much there in the brain department.
Isn't that just awful? He was so fabulous when we were children.
He played Peter Pan with me, for fuck's sake!
...
I suppose that doesn't say much. All kids can run around pretending they can fly.


Mom and I got into a huge tiff on Thursday night.
Like, I was crying for a good hour and a half.
I shouldn't have said a word, really, because of course all she does is nag me about it now.
And I do recall saying, "I don't want to tell you, because then you'll just bitch at me about it for the next three months".
She didn't believe me. Does she ever?


Bryce and I broke things off.
Because he does drugs.
And thinks it's okay to tell me that his friends won't like me because I'm loud and obnoxious.
While BOTH of those are extremely great descriptions of me...
He's known me for three years. And logic might just suggest that if a dude really and truly likes you, the sun shines out your ass regardless of what his friends think.
THEREFORE. See ya later, Bryce. Enjoy destroying your brain cells, and having meaningless relationships for the rest of your life. :-D


I went and saw 'The Miser' on Saturday night with Brandon.
It was absolutely hysterical. I'm going to see it again this weekend.
It's the last weekend to see it, and I wouldn't miss it for the world.
I also saw '17 Again' on Thursday night.
I am also going to see that again. It really isn't what you'd expect.
In my honest opinion, it's a nerd movie. It's a nerd movie for chicks who think Zac Efron is tops (Basically, me).


I had an epic dream about Zac Efron last night.
I was the girl next door who he came to about his women's troubles until one night, he came over, and said weird things had been happening to him.
Next thing ya know, he's all full of this thing called destiny and there's some prophecy being fulfilled and these giant robotic aliens are chasing us on the freeway and abducting random cars to throw at us. Yes, people were still in them.
Vanessa Hudgens called a lot, and Zac always said something in this foreign tongue.
Methinks that was just my way of coping with the fact that my reality had become so fucking twisted in the dream, that I couldn't tell if Zac Efron WAS actually himself, or just a guy who LOOKED like him.
Anyway, the prophecy said something about me, and Zac was all like, "WTF Cayla. You're in here".
When I read it, I kind of freaked and told him not to read it.
Cuz it basically said we had to procreate. Soon.
But he read it.
And that's the exact time that I woke up.

Isn't it just FUCKING convenient that people always wake up during those pivotal moments? It really pisses me off! RAH.


One Act auditions are today.
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I'm actually not quite sure if I'll be participating or not.
Last year was such a pain in my ass.
And no offense to anybody, but working with my peers as directors?
It just sort of makes me feel stupid.
And you all know how I feel about feeling stupid.

A big part of me just wants to sleep all day and find a way to get back into that dream...


Oh, and a closing note here:

I hate that I miss Joe Bristlin. That thought haunts me every day.
Because he's been such an incessant dick to me. Just... oh, the douche baggery of him.
And I miss him. It's awful.