I'm tired

Hey my love, I need prayer big time. Life is insane. I need to sleep. I have to wake up at 6:30 tomorrow (I know, not that early, but it feels like it is). After ballet I'll spend the rest of my day writing an analysis of a really bad translation of Descartes "Discourse on the Method" or something. I read it for the first time tonight. It's due on Tuesday. I'm in tech week for the show. I got a lot of nice compliments today, but I feel like I'm going to have a panic attack. Not literally, I'm not prone to them or anything, but I do feel like I'm gonna spaz out. I've had so many offers of fun stuff to do tomorrow night. I really need something to take my mind off of life, but I HAVE NO TIME. Abba, I really need You right now. Ya, I really need to go now. Please send me a nice email or something. Carolina, I hope Homecoming is awesome! Happy Birthday to Jeanette, that's not til Sunday, though. Ohh, can't remember if I told ya'll that I have to kiss the guy in my show. We've had to in rehearsal a couple times now. It doesn't count as my first kiss though. Kissing is really pretty nasty. I hope it's better if you actually have feelings for the person. Yick, I love having my little dreams get the legs cut out from under them. That's not fair. Really, what more could a girl want? I get to kiss a fairly attractive guy after singing a romantic duet and wearing a really pretty prom dress (well, pretty for the 50's). It's still disappointing. Will someone just hold me? I'd like to cry now. Why am I defective? I think there's something wrong with me. Not always, maybe just tonight. I'm not bipolar, I promise. I even went to bed early last night. I'm just tired of always being on parade. I'm just tired. There you go, Tamra's super objective: I want to rest. Not sleep, rest. Oh, delivered my monologue yesterday, by the way. It went really well. I got a lot of good feedback on it. Oh, but I was talking to one of the chicks at school about politics. She asked who I'd vote for if I could (cuz I'd just ranted about not being able to... not eighteen til April... grr). I said Bush and she said that it was a good thing I couldn't vote then. That really frustrates me, or at least it does in this state of mind. She's glad I can't vote because I disagree with her? Maybe she really thinks that my views are morally wrong or something and is glad because of that. Come on, girl, give her the benefit of the doubt. I need a therapist. Or a masseusse. I don't know how that's spelled. Close enough. You look it up, it'll be good for you. I'm finished with the SAT's, I don't need to know how to spell anymore. ::tries to wink cheekily:: "Just hold me, whisper gently that there's nothing to fear, you'll always be here." My thoughts via Allison Kraus's voice. Sometimes I really wish I had a boyfriend, but it's prolly good I don't. I can't get involved right now. I need to concentrate on college. But it would be so nice. I don't have time for a boy. I promise I was only gonna write four lines. Funny how rambling comes naturally. I need my therapist, unfortunately Shades isn't online right now. (Just messing kiddo, you count as way more than a therapist.) Well people, if you see me, don't ask how I am, just give me a hug. Love ya'll more than you know. Thanks to whoever wrote the third comment on the last post. The postscript meant a lot to me. I love my Savior, just look at this. This is my Biblical objective...
Matthew 11:28
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."