I Don't Have an Audience, But Here's to You, Buddies!

i'm not sure how to talk to you anymore, blogger. i'm just experiencing a regular old high school life: nearly failing classes, rushing to get grades up again, being pressured into things by my friends. today they pressured me into trying out for Children of Eden, which is some dumb FaCS musical... that's what it is, right guys? FaCS? i don't know! but yeah. i was just going to go in there, fill out a sheet, join the non-dancing chorus, and hightail it outta there. buuut, i ended up signing up for the dancing chorus and went up to audition for a solo. what the fuck, dani. it was honestly the worst i have ever sounded, i promise. i can sing. i know i can sing. maybe i'm not fantastic, but there's something there. there wasn't anything there tonight. oh, well. solos can fuck themselves, anyway. i don't mind. now a few of the cast knows that i am a nervous wreck and that they should avoid me at all times 'cause i am one crazy bitch. too bad they think i can't sing. that's always sad. but guess what! i've some good news for you.
all my romantic agony has lead up to this: as of friday, i am now dating evan. i'm listening to his CD'S and my shirt smells like his house (i'm probably making that part up). actually, i was kind of stunned that he even had a house. i mean, i knew he wasn't homeless; that's a given. but he never talks about home or family or any of that, so i didn't have any idea what his house could possibly be like, therefore it did not exist. but now it does! i've been there, man. craziness. i didn't have permission from my parents or anything... but i went! nobody was there but him and me...
we played video games.