Bah humbug

Another Christmas has come and gone. Does it seem strange to anyone else that we're celebrating a suicide mission? Or that we celebrate it by chopping down trees and demanding presents from an obese old man?

But whatever, it's not like anyone really cares about stuff like that, right?

Guess how I spent my Christmas. In the car! We drove up to Pittsburgh where we're staying until Jan 30. And I feel like crap, not that it matters. I'll probably post something of relevance later.

Who am I?

I suppose that if you are bored enough to read the rantings of an insane 14-year-old you may as well know who I am. Stalkers, get ready because you are going to love me for this.

I am me.
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I'm shocked nobody's found my house yet.

Let me expand on my self-description. My name is Ava, I enjoy writing, reading, and singing (among other things). My idol is Kristen Chenoweth. I hope to go to Julliard and major in musical theater, but I probably won't get in. Why? Because I'm good at singing, but I'm not The Best, and you have to be The Best to get into Julliard. However, my friend who's name I'm not allowed to use on teh internetz is freaking amazing at piano and will get in, so I'm just gonna sleep on her couch and audition for every play or musical in Manhattan, which will really fuck with a certain idiot at my school who thinks that I have no voice.

So that's just a little bit about me, but I'm too lazy to continue.