CLINCHER

my body is all sore. massage me, please?
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im dreading tomorrow. for sure the very know-it-all he-from-hell will forever torture us again as long as he wants. im kind of certain about it. part of me is saying that i should be strong and try not to get affected, whilst part of me is screaming why should i let somebody make me feel like shit every Tuesday? i know i'm not. i want everybody who thinks we are such [speaking in behalf of my partner] to read our thesis and tell it to my face that indeed, we are cliff hangers. i'm confident we are not. but as one of the students who finds complaining fun, i see we've already settled to the idea that we just complain and not to something about the "habitual" scolding. ideally, i would want to do something about it. unfortunately, reality is not so ideal. and i hate it. so enough about the gross story..

anyway,
we've already finished our Performing Arts Musical Excerpt of Chicago, and of course the very clever "adlibs" for monologue. it was kinda fun considering the fact that we've actually experienced time constraints, no excuses mentioned whatsoever.
but it went well :] i guess more than expected.