Letters to People

Dear Vocal Majors with Egos,

I don’t understand why you all insist on walking around campus and mainly the music building while singing your music. I get that you’re music majors but really? It baffles me that only vocal majors do this. I never see somebody walking down the hallway and playing their oboe… Nobody wants to hear an oboe anyway, but you get my point. Are your egos so swollen that you have to sing all the time or you’ll die? I just wish you all would shut up because I could honestly care less about your damn classical music that you’re working on in your lessons or in choir. I’ll hear the music at your recital (if I even go) or at the choir concert. Your egos seem to be so enormous that the music building can’t contain it so you start to sing outside of the building.

Stop. Just stop. It’s really annoying and distracting when I’m working in the music lab or in class. Have some respect people… Or maybe I’ll start walking down your hallways blasting my sound design work to annoy the shit out of you too.

Sincerely,

Annoyed Music Minor

Dear Know It All Bitch/Attention Whore,

I hang out with you only because I feel bad for you and nobody else likes you. You’re a know it all bitch who thinks you are a genius at EVERYTHING. You can’t be a genius at everything. You can specialize in your own field and rock at that but when I talk about my field and I know you don’t know shit about it…. Don’t say you know! Also… When I’m trying to inform somebody something… Don’t interupt me thinking you know more than I do because I doubt you do. You dumb bitch.

When I’m trying to talk to people about something that you’re uninterested in, you wait for a pause to change the subject so the conversation is focused on you. You selfish bitch, let somebody else talk for a change. I hate you so much. I can only stand you for so long and every time we hang out the time I can stand you diminishes exponentially. Imagine a curved downward sloping graph. Yea…. X is how much time I spent with you. Y is how much I like you. It keeps getting less and less.

I want to punch you in your man-ish cunt face.

Sincerely,

Fake Friend

Dear Stink-Eye/Big Boobed Chick,

What did I do to you? Look at your albino boyfriend? The stink eye isn’t a great way to make a first impression. You sound very egotistic and cocky when you talk. I am going to play devil’s advocate in class and see how much it takes to get you fired up. It might be fun. I don’t know what your damn problem is, but you might need to get something checked out about your anger issues.

Now… about your boobs. You can’t tell how big they are when you’re sitting, but when you stand… BA-DOW! Tits everywhere. I was shocked when you stood up for your introduction. So many boobs. You’re so tiny and it’s just not normal for a girl in size 4 pants to have a size DD cup. NOT NATURAL. However, you don’t see like the type to get implants, so kudos to you, but still…

GIANT ANGRY BOOBIES

Sincerely,

Analytical Class Member

Dear Slutty McSlutFace,

I hate you. End of story. You’re an egotistic slutty bitch. I really wonder if all these men you sleep with can fulfill the hole in your life. The hole that was created when you were no longer with your fiancee and when you didn’t plan for after college. You seem to have nowhere to go with your life. Do these men help? Do they fill that void? I know they fill your damn vagina.

I tried being friends with you. I really did. You pushed me away. So I gave up. I know I was a bitch to you, but that’s because you’re a goddamn slut. I tried to get over that. Apparently I can’t. You stole people. You ruined my life for a bit. Then I got over it. I’m better than you. I don’t open my vagina to every man I see.

Like you do.

Sincerely,

Pissed off former friend.

Maybe it’s just me but I think of film as a less tangible form of performance. Maybe it’s because of the aspect that the audience isn’t there and the film doesn’t seem real until the final product is seen after all the work is finally put into it.

I’m a theatre person so I see and feel and touch the production as it moves along no matter what position I’m in, but it’s been different when I’m involved in a film. If I get involved in a film then I only see bits and pieces, even if I take on multiple roles.

So maybe it is just me and my over analytical ways, but I like theatre more because it’s more tangible. Film is strange to me and not as exotic. I’m an exotic soul and going into something that doesn’t match me just doesn’t make sense does it?

I have to tell somebody that I know.

I can’t tell you that I know because I don’t want to cause tension again.

I can’t rant to her because she’s worried.

I can say it here.

It’s eating away at me, only because I love you. It hurts because I know you don’t share with me as much as you used to. I know you kissed her on New Years Eve and lied to me about it. I know you two had a night where you made a move on her. I know… That you’ve recently had sex.

It shouldn’t bother me as much as it does… But I can’t help it. My mind reels out of control as my heart pounds when these things come into my thoughts. I hope that this serves as a release for me. I know no other was to relieve my mind. It’s eating away at my thoughts.

It’s unhealthy. I know. And yet, I still miss you. I hope this helps my mind.

What are friends?

To me friends are people who you have a personal bond with and have a good time together while enjoying eachother’s company.

It has recently come to my understanding that perhaps this isn’t always the case. Or friends are just as replaceable as the toilet paper in your bathroom. I sincerely don’t feel like friends should be replaceable, but I feel replaceable.

I find it difficult to convey my words correctly without whining and moaning too much. I have recently experienced a shot to my soul. People I thought I was close to… Lying, deceiving, ignoring… I don’t know what I did wrong. I truly don’t.

I don’t know what else to say. I have nobody to talk to so I felt the need to write on here.

Random rompage with Becky makes me happy even after quite a emotionally negative morning. <3 Becky.

I think I may be dried out from emotion. Confused, awkward, and almost apathetic.