because none of us is fucking up like we think we are, is what i'm trying to say

Fourth of July.

They say that there's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be. Despite all protestations to the contrary, right now I'm totally on board with the Beatles. I don't want to believe anything other than my time is now. DREAMERschool is where exactly where I'm supposed to be; a place where Italian high school students come to realise sogni in colorati- dreams in color. Spectacular, exhausting, inspiring, smart, I've-never-thought-about-it-that-way-before muli-freaking-colored DREAMS.

I said I was worried about my future, and here I am plotting ways to help others with theirs.

Funny sense of humour you've got there, universe.

Take one American Independence day.

Add a declaration: live on purpose in your pursuit of happiness, and don't be shy about it, either. Nobody will live this life for you.

COLOR YOUR LIFE. BORN TO BE. DREAM.

Throw in 37 say-yes-to-life apprentices to the theatre of your imagination.

Add a script.

A few songs.

Costumes.

Sparkles.

Guns.

And wigs.
And within the hour, you'll be thinking, 'I've got the best job in the motherfucking WORLD. NOW LET'S SING IT LOUDER!'

I'm totally down for filing this post under #smugbitch.

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