On and on and on...
Let us now continue with the argh.
First off, my mother learned that the part I was called back for has, apparently, been cast all along. This does not, however, explain why it is taking them so long to call the few of us left to tell us if we're in, who we are, etc. I am both disappointed and really irritated that they're making us all wait when, if what we've heard was true, they should haave been able to call everyone last week. What the heck is the problem?
Then, there's Tyler. We went out to see a movie (which ended up being The Holiday which I will get to), and we had lunch before hand, and then after the movie we spent three hours sitting in B&N and talking awkwardly until finally we got to the part where he likes me a lot and I...don't. At all, really, but I tried to be gentle about it, because somehow I didn't expect him to take it well. I can appreciate emotional, sensitive guys, really I can, but for goodness sake...m,aybe I'm being to harsh on him. But when I said I hoped someday he'd find someone he liked even more than me, and he said something about how that might kill him, my "overdramatic guilt-jerker" radar went off. Not to be nasty, becasue I don't mean it that way, but I can definitely see what he would set off people's gaydars.
However, I refuse to feel guilty about this. I have no need to be. I was honest, I'm over it, now he needs to work out his emotions. If he can, then I'll make the effort to still be friends. If he can't...then I'm not going to feel obligated to put forth an effort. And that's the way I am. Yes, believe it or not, I am actually as heartless and as much of an "ice queen" as everyone jokes.
So other than the awkward talk and the fact that I'll never be able to sit in the Shakespeare section of B&N again, yesterday was fine, because I won the coin toss and we went to The Holiday. Kate Winslet and Jack Black were utterly adorable, the fellow who played Arthur was precious, Cameron Diaz and Jude Law were wonderful, and the only thing wrong with the movie was that Rufus Sewell wasn't in it more. (But he does look lovely in purple.)
And speaking of teh Roof...I managed to rip a copy of the radio play "Nick Silver Can't Sleep", which is quite lovely and which features Rufus as the title Nick Silver. It's a very sweet little piece; I shall try to post the link to the site later, and if anyone would like I shall try and upload the MP3 for you.
I have the most unbelieveable case of Writer's Block and it's liable to kill me. I desperately want to do some scriptwriting, but I'm at an utter loss as to what to write. I've had a few vague ideas, but nothing's shaped up enough for me to make anything of it and it's terribly frustrating. Maybe I'll put a movie on for inspiration. Or maybe I'll just turn the music back on and force myself to come up with something.
I will use this icon, because although I really did have a pretty good day doing nothing at work, it is one of my only Roof icons. I need more and keep forgetting. I also think it's time to change my layout. Hmmm...
First off, my mother learned that the part I was called back for has, apparently, been cast all along. This does not, however, explain why it is taking them so long to call the few of us left to tell us if we're in, who we are, etc. I am both disappointed and really irritated that they're making us all wait when, if what we've heard was true, they should haave been able to call everyone last week. What the heck is the problem?
Then, there's Tyler. We went out to see a movie (which ended up being The Holiday which I will get to), and we had lunch before hand, and then after the movie we spent three hours sitting in B&N and talking awkwardly until finally we got to the part where he likes me a lot and I...don't. At all, really, but I tried to be gentle about it, because somehow I didn't expect him to take it well. I can appreciate emotional, sensitive guys, really I can, but for goodness sake...m,aybe I'm being to harsh on him. But when I said I hoped someday he'd find someone he liked even more than me, and he said something about how that might kill him, my "overdramatic guilt-jerker" radar went off. Not to be nasty, becasue I don't mean it that way, but I can definitely see what he would set off people's gaydars.
However, I refuse to feel guilty about this. I have no need to be. I was honest, I'm over it, now he needs to work out his emotions. If he can, then I'll make the effort to still be friends. If he can't...then I'm not going to feel obligated to put forth an effort. And that's the way I am. Yes, believe it or not, I am actually as heartless and as much of an "ice queen" as everyone jokes.
So other than the awkward talk and the fact that I'll never be able to sit in the Shakespeare section of B&N again, yesterday was fine, because I won the coin toss and we went to The Holiday. Kate Winslet and Jack Black were utterly adorable, the fellow who played Arthur was precious, Cameron Diaz and Jude Law were wonderful, and the only thing wrong with the movie was that Rufus Sewell wasn't in it more. (But he does look lovely in purple.)
And speaking of teh Roof...I managed to rip a copy of the radio play "Nick Silver Can't Sleep", which is quite lovely and which features Rufus as the title Nick Silver. It's a very sweet little piece; I shall try to post the link to the site later, and if anyone would like I shall try and upload the MP3 for you.
I have the most unbelieveable case of Writer's Block and it's liable to kill me. I desperately want to do some scriptwriting, but I'm at an utter loss as to what to write. I've had a few vague ideas, but nothing's shaped up enough for me to make anything of it and it's terribly frustrating. Maybe I'll put a movie on for inspiration. Or maybe I'll just turn the music back on and force myself to come up with something.
I will use this icon, because although I really did have a pretty good day doing nothing at work, it is one of my only Roof icons. I need more and keep forgetting. I also think it's time to change my layout. Hmmm...