Oct 24, 2006 00:30
So my parents and I went to see King Lear last night, which was some sort of modernized version of the classic Elizabethean tragedy. It consisted of naked men (definitely, and compleetely naked) naked women, people getting raped, marijuana, cocaine, alcohol, oral sex, and more rape. As you can probably tell, seeing it with my parents wasn't the greatest idea. I think we'll stick to safe shows like Wicked and Pirate Queen, aye?
I start my theatre internship on Wednesday, and I really cannot wait. I am so excited to be working with kids again. It's been too long. I feel lie pretending to be a princess or a dragon or a potato that talks.
Anyway. I sort of miss having someone to crush on. I know it might not make much sense. But I do... I miss that butterfly feeling. I keep having the same about this person...we'll call this person "George M!" (because all of my crushes get musical names). And I keep waking up from being in this blissful state with George M!, I mean, it's not really blissful...it's more, cute. Regardless, this isn't good, as George M! is certainly not available at this time...I mean, not that George M! is in a relationship....just unavailable to me (and maybe everyone else) at this time. These dreams need to stop, though.
"What do I say? What do I do? How do I ever hope to fare?
How do I stay so close to you knowing now that your place is in another's embrace's? in another one's care..."---oooh yeah PQ, bring it!