Going postal.

I talked to Mom last night about the certain level of 'let it go' you need while in another country in life. You can't always ask 'Why' because sometimes there isn't an answer. Because I didn't get a satisfactory one, ( this is me reason for post deposits... )

I have so much other stuff I should be doing, but here I am. On eljay. Eljay sucks my soooouuul.

In other news, this company from Great Britain called White Horse put on a play at our school today. In English, yay. It was called Relatively Speaking, and if you can find a script for it, please do so, it's hysterical.