noooo. another rant.
okay so i’m writing this riiight after class (that’s a lie i’m still in it ugh) (but actually i forgot to post this so i revised some stuff and class ended a few hours ago oops) and i just have loathe my english group… well, not the group but our output.. I wholly despise the creation we hath brought to life; to the depths of hell this script shall sink when we’re done with this ughh
it’s supposed to be a one act play about social pressure which is something I actually fr get and i KNOW ball about, but the way we’re doing it makes me want to peel my FACE OFF YO. as someone that considers herself a relatively alright writer, i KNOW we could have done sooo much better. hella. GUESS WHY? because APPARENTLY people will just tend to listen to a popular person’s halfassed halfbaked ideas and give into PEER PRESSURE WHICH IS SO FUCKING IRONIC BECAUSE THAT’S PRACTICALLY THE EXACT THING WE’RE WRITING— if the burning pile of shit that was produced can even be called that— ABOUT ANYWAYS.
so nowww i’m had to stick to the plot of some bih graduating as valedictorian which isn’t so bad but TELL ME, TELL ME HOW YOU CAN DIRECTLY CORRELATE THE ADDITION OF SPIDERMAN AS A CHARACTER IN THE PLAY? NO AND HE’S NOT EVEN SAVING ANYONE HE’S JUST WAFFLING ABOUT SOME “shit’s tough, man” YEAH WE KNOW. anyways. the play had so much potential it’s just so… basically it’s a mishmash of edgy ideas and themes displayed in the stereotypical sense; it’s lit genuine problems put together in one and portrayed shallowly i’m so disgusted and mad.. AND DON’T EVEN START WITH HOW SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO OVERDOSE ON ACCIDENT— don’t even try to convince me a college graduate wouldn’t know that taking like. half an entire bottle of pills could kill her yo. don’t even play
And the worst part? I could’ve carried this. I genuinely could’ve. But like I said: popularity > logic, popularity > actual thought, popularity > anything that makes sense. So we’re screwed.
lit worst part is that i could have done so much as a playwright BUT I GOT SICK AND THEY DID EVERYTHING WITHOUT ASKING ME FOR ADVISE STOP. STOP IT NOW STOP IT STOP IT STOOOP. and so i had to pick up the crumbs and refine our piece as much as i could… and as great as i know i am I COULDN’T SALVAGE IT. on my LIFE willial shakespeare couldn’t fix that shi
and. i’m in class with the huzz okay? and i ask him how his play is doing, and he just smiles. see my last random entry to get what kind of a guy he is. to summarize he’s somewhat of a genius so i KNOW his play’s gonna be ball BECAUSE HE’S DIRECTOR AND PLAYWRIGHT. i have to perform my stupid role as some corny dumbass infront of the class, and even worse, HIM.. omfg. fuck my life actually
needless to say, i am furious
bye
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