This is about the theatre department of Northern High school in Owings, MD. (please forgive any grammatical errors, i am tired and angry, i apologize in advance. also, i have graduated, but i have friends and a little brother that still has to endure.)
Northern has always had a pretty awesome…
If any son of a bitches touches my god damn props im going to be SOOOOOO pissed.
I’m seriously done with the bullshit people give the arts now.
Honestly what do kids do/listen to the most? HMMMMMMMMM arts shit?
fuck. northern. and fuck. assholes.
(sorry. im just so over people doing something to a place i use to call home. with the people i use to call my family. the mary harrison. and the theatre department.)
have you ever dreamt that you were running through a sunflower field in the month of may. the cotton candy clouds were dancing across the crystal blue sky, your lover is running towards you, the wind is whipping through your lovely lavish locks, you embrace for that perfect, passionate kiss….no! this is not that dream this hard, sweaty, crazy, angry, monstrous….fucking.