And it feels like I'm seventeen again
Who couldn’t be together
And who could not be apart
We should’ve jumped out
Of that airplane after all
Flying skyways overhead
It wasn’t hard to fall
And I had so many crashes
That I couldn’t feel
At all...
And it feels like
I’m seventeen again
Feels like I’m seventeen
So, I never did the whole "New Years" update, so here's my stab at it.
For those of you who don't know, my whole family went to Florida for that week, so the day before the New Year, I went frolicking in the ocean. That was the best. Just out there alone, watching the new water come in, feeling the old water rush back out to sea. The sand and the salt - very nice.
And now, just trying to get through this week with the alumni benefit performance. It's very fun though. It makes me feel like "younger/high school Cathy." But at the same time, I feel so much older, wiser, and accomplished. Though I'm rediculously stressed about it because I have so much responsibility for this thing....but what I really want to do is direct, right? Again - coffee and cigarettes - it's Directing 101. Anyways, I love the feeling of going through the Dunkin Donuts drive-through, and listening to The River, and music strewn all over the backseat of my car and around my piano. It's nice.
2004: Let auld acquaintance be forgot. Let's see...since last January. I guess not much has changed. I had an interesting spring, doing an interesting play. I cried a lot as I watched my longest and strongest friendshp crumble around me.
Then a summer to remember for sure. A Chorus Line with the Company, where I met Anthony and Adam, a couple of friends that have been there for me ever since.
And that same friendship that was crumbling - turned into a game of "Runaway" as I held a gay fugitive at my house. It was the most stressful thing I'd ever been through, and I gave so much of myself to make a home - it made me really respect my parents too, as they bent over backwards for their son and the girl who loves/loved/I don't even know him.
And now, this semester. I directed something at school that created a buzz - there are actors at Marymount that WANT to work with me. I got an internship that will hopefully translate into a foot in the door.
And no matter how much I accomplish, my first and last thought everyday is of that friendship. And how much I miss a relationship like that - how jealous I am of my friends at school who look at their phone and say "oh, it's my best friend from home, just a second." As long as I stay rediculously busy, I'm distracted enough to feel like I'm getting over it - falling asleep is the hardest though - in that room of mine with so many ghosts of memories.
I was watching "Sex & the City" today, and Charlotte made the statement that it takes exactly half the amount of time of the relationship to get over it - that means that by January of next year, I should be all better. I wish it could be before that.
Times might break you
God forsake you
Leave you burned and bruised
Innocence will teach you
What it feels like to be used
Thought that you’d done everything
You didn’t have a clue
And it feels like
I’m seventeen again
Feels like I’m seventeen
Hey hey I’m a million miles away
Funny how it seems like yesterday ...
And who could not be apart
We should’ve jumped out
Of that airplane after all
Flying skyways overhead
It wasn’t hard to fall
And I had so many crashes
That I couldn’t feel
At all...
And it feels like
I’m seventeen again
Feels like I’m seventeen
So, I never did the whole "New Years" update, so here's my stab at it.
For those of you who don't know, my whole family went to Florida for that week, so the day before the New Year, I went frolicking in the ocean. That was the best. Just out there alone, watching the new water come in, feeling the old water rush back out to sea. The sand and the salt - very nice.
And now, just trying to get through this week with the alumni benefit performance. It's very fun though. It makes me feel like "younger/high school Cathy." But at the same time, I feel so much older, wiser, and accomplished. Though I'm rediculously stressed about it because I have so much responsibility for this thing....but what I really want to do is direct, right? Again - coffee and cigarettes - it's Directing 101. Anyways, I love the feeling of going through the Dunkin Donuts drive-through, and listening to The River, and music strewn all over the backseat of my car and around my piano. It's nice.
2004: Let auld acquaintance be forgot. Let's see...since last January. I guess not much has changed. I had an interesting spring, doing an interesting play. I cried a lot as I watched my longest and strongest friendshp crumble around me.
Then a summer to remember for sure. A Chorus Line with the Company, where I met Anthony and Adam, a couple of friends that have been there for me ever since.
And that same friendship that was crumbling - turned into a game of "Runaway" as I held a gay fugitive at my house. It was the most stressful thing I'd ever been through, and I gave so much of myself to make a home - it made me really respect my parents too, as they bent over backwards for their son and the girl who loves/loved/I don't even know him.
And now, this semester. I directed something at school that created a buzz - there are actors at Marymount that WANT to work with me. I got an internship that will hopefully translate into a foot in the door.
And no matter how much I accomplish, my first and last thought everyday is of that friendship. And how much I miss a relationship like that - how jealous I am of my friends at school who look at their phone and say "oh, it's my best friend from home, just a second." As long as I stay rediculously busy, I'm distracted enough to feel like I'm getting over it - falling asleep is the hardest though - in that room of mine with so many ghosts of memories.
I was watching "Sex & the City" today, and Charlotte made the statement that it takes exactly half the amount of time of the relationship to get over it - that means that by January of next year, I should be all better. I wish it could be before that.
Times might break you
God forsake you
Leave you burned and bruised
Innocence will teach you
What it feels like to be used
Thought that you’d done everything
You didn’t have a clue
And it feels like
I’m seventeen again
Feels like I’m seventeen
Hey hey I’m a million miles away
Funny how it seems like yesterday ...