those eyes, my god, those eyes!

I can never remember if I'm supposed to throw salt over my left shoulder, if I'll get a part if I shrug and say nothing. some could tell me that it wouldn't change a thing if I were to scream macbeth and whistle over three candles, but I'd really hate to take that chance.

there's this game you have to play, where you never let yourself say what you really want. that's the only way to cope with not getting in, or failing, or being dissapointed. by not admitting, you can claim it doesn't matter.

but then there are the people who know you better, who don't believe you when you say you don't care either way. they can hear it in your voicethankyoumiles.

ash @ 6:18 PM