I have a headache. I don't know why. I really shouldn't have one. I mean, I'm in somewhat of a good mood. Stupid headaches. Poo on you.
The play is over. Thanks to Alan, Jason, and Bobby who actually came. It meant a lot to me. And thanks for being our camera crew after the show. And Alan, that police officer can go fuck himself. He was just being a dick. I wouldn't be surprised if he just saw your car and decided to pull you over for the hell of it. Blair cops are assy like that. If he tried to give you a ticket, I would've flipped out on him. You may have been going 35, but 40? That's absurd. 40 would've meant you were flying down the street, and you were going quite slowly. F'ing Blair cops.
I've shaved. Well, mostly. I kept a chin strap. It looks . . . different. I haven't decided if I like it or not. It might look cool. It certainly looks better than the beard. I'll see what other people think. Scott thinks it looks good. He helped me trim it.
While I was in Scott's room, we talked a lot. About stuff. About the past, about the future. We're really coming to . . . I dunno, an understanding, I guess. Hard to explain, but, we just understand eachother really well. And for the first time ever, I can honestly say that I think he makes a better friend than boyfriend. It's nice to finally believe that.
We also talked about . . . people and how they change. And I realized that I haven't seen Bethany in more than a year. I mean, I have changed a LOT since I've started college. And I know she's changed a lot too. And we haven't seen eachother in so long, I'm not exactly sure who she'll be the next time I see her. I remember how when I went to visit her last Thanksgiving that it was kinda awkward at first because, I could tell that she was different, and I wasn't exactly sure how to act, I guess. And the next time I see her, it will be even more so. It makes me wonder if we are still the friends we think we are. We have the most difficult time talking online, let alone on the phone. And we've both been through sooooo much without the other, and we have all these new friendships and relationships. I'm just worried I won't recognize her when I see her again. It's really upsetting. Growing apart from Bethany is something that I just am not prepared to deal with. Damnit, Bethany, I need to see you again. And soon, before either of us does anymore growing without the other.
I miss you Bethany. I really wish you had been able to visit this weekend. Although I suppose it's best since I was so busy during it anyway.
I saw Into The Woods at Millard South. It was decent. Not nearly as bad as the last show I saw there. I was pleasantly surprised. And Jack was friggin' hot. Oh. My. God. Sexy, sexy boy. Mr. Peterson was there. I saw him, and he saw me, but didn't wave. I wonder why . . . oh well. The Baker was pretty cute too, but needed to cut his hair. I'm soooo not into the shaggy hair look. But why the hell am I drooling over high school boys, damnit.
Scott thinks I should write an autobiography. I think that's a kick ass idea, but I'm not really sure where I would start. It's another writing project I could throw myself into. Now, this whole writing thing would be great, and I'm sure I would do a kick ass job at it, if only I had the time to actually sit down and do it. Now that the play's over, I might have more time. But there is just too much crap going on lately. Maybe I should take a year off from school? Interesting idea. Not completely sure about it, though. That's an even bigger risk than going to theater school.
Although the idea certianly sounds intriguing. I may have to consider it some more . . .
Eric 10/13/2003 02:45:00 AM
