I went and dyed my hair back to black because there is no way I'm going to Warped Tour with icky brownish hair with black ends..no freaking way. I might meet a hot rocker boy who immediately falls in love with me so my hair must look acceptable.
I dyed it yesterday and last night, I don't know what was wrong with me. I became agitated and cranky. I had a total bitch fest on twitter because I just felt like I was at my wits end. Why? Because of what some stupid boy does to me. I'm not even dating the guy and yet he frustrates me and upsets me. He wants to date me. He's made that very very clear. And yet when I do share the first 10 pages of my screenplay with him, he completely bashes the whole thing. I am all about constructive criticism. I love that stuff but when you don't say it in a polite manner and all you say is this isn't really a screenplay.. you shouldn't do this... this is bad.. I really hated that..
So... nice. You hated everything about it. I got that, thanks. What does he even know about screenplays anyways? Nothing. He even said he didn't know anything about it.
I'm not so sure... I'm not so sure I can trust him. I just don't know anymore
Stupid Critic Boy.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Cupid Missed His Mark
Posted by Melissa at 7:58 PM
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