I am a slave to the vainglorious fairy queen...

For those of you who don't know, i have a part in my school play this year. We are performing A Midsummer Night's Dream by Shakespeare. I am Mustardseed the fairy (if you have no clue what i'm talking about, google it). This means i serve the fairy queen in the play. ::facepalm:: Now for those of you who know me and read this blog (which to be sure is not many but regardless) there aren't many people that i don't get along with, but the fairy queen (who shall remain nameless because no one who reads this knows her anyways) and i don't particularly see eye to eye, if you catch my drift. She's a great actor, don't get me wrong, but she's vain as all get out and (some would argue) for good reason. She's a freaking double-D in the chest and about a size 0 waist. She weighs all of 90 pounds and probably half of that weight is her boobs alone. Which brings me to the beginning of my anecdote.

I don't know whether or not she did it on purpose or not, but it bugs me profusely. I know i shouldn't let it affect me, but she's conceited as all get out and i wouldn't be surprised if it WAS deliberate. Her royal highness got her costume today and apparently she's absolutely IN LOVE with it. I didn't see it but one of my three other fairy friends did. According to my friend who's a senior, [again i shall use the fairy name] Moth, it is quite, er... showy, to say the least... VERY revealing let's just say that. Titania, the royal fairy pain, tried it on in Mrs. Tyson's (the theatre teacher) fifth period class. My guy friend (who is a sophomore also in the play and is playing Bottom) is in that class the period and he... well... he can't really help but be attracted to her enticing bodice obviously. I roll my eyes at him, first off because he's just gotten the girl he's loved for several months now and secondly because, in the play Titania is under a spell to love Bottom, but in real life, the fairy queen absolutely cannot stand him. None of that matters. What does though, is that my boyfriend is in that theatre class, where the fairy queen was wagging her lovely cleavage around fifth period. Now normally I am not a jealous creature, but just that fact that it's HER... TICKS! ME! OFF! SO BAD!!! so bad!!!!! Her busty self in the same room as my boyfriend. No man can resist that temptress. She draws the male eye; it is instinct for them to look upon her with a lusty gleam in their eye, and a dirty thought on their mind. Men are consumed by aphrodisia. When they see her they are helplessly, hopelessly turned on. The thought of that... WOMAN in the same room as my boyfriend flashing her stuff around bothers me... BIG TIME... and so now... i wait for him to call me back. D: it's agonizingly painful this waiting... if he doesn't call me soon... oh i just don't know... i don't want to question his faithfulness but... oh me...