I don't know what I can save you from.

Sep 20, 2005 08:03

So much has been going on.
It's mind rattling.
Mind numbing as well.

Where to start.
I shall start with the negative and then go from there.
So, the play opens this Saturday. And I am nervous as hell.
My mother was in the hospital on Sunday.
I've never heard anyone is so much pain.
I got in an awful carwreck yesterday (monday.)
And I actually got out of the car wishing I had gotten hurt.
Lastnight very few people showed up for the Rookie of the Year show.

Enough bitching.
I'll go on to the positive.
Lastnight I realized people do indeed have hearts.
Everyone who cared about me made me smile.
They almost made me forget my car was in an awful state.
Rookie of the Year did splendidly.
I'll miss those guys.
They made me feel special, indeed.
Matt Lott, Harrison, and I ran to my house to get extra money for the bands after the show.
We talked of music.
And I realized how much we all have in common.
Not everyone is narrowminded towards music.
It's refreshing.
Always have a conversation with me about music...
It will make my day.

Speaking of the play (trust me I did mention it above, so this does somewhat make sense)...
I know I have very few friends on here that actually participate in Theatre.
But I just wanted to share with you guys the awkwardness of kissing someone on stage.
No, now. It's not that awkward because it's a part of the job.
But when you're acting against someone who has never been on the stage before this, you feel uneasy.
Plus with the cast sitting there marveling over you two on the first night you practice it.
You honestly feel like crawling into a cave.
Or you're in a cage at the zoo.
And the people are screaming (or thinking)"MATE! MATE! MATE!"
Ha.
But Nathan is a wonderful guy.
And now we're over the embarassment.
All is well.
Oh, and yes again shall I mention I am blind in this play.
HA.
Come see it.
This Saturday(24) at 7:30, Sunday(25) at 2:30, and Monday(26) at 7:30.

Just to let you know.
I don't give a damn if you think I am sketchy.
And don't call her sketchy.
She's done nothing to you.

Sixty-two days until I get on that flight home.
Ha.
Home.

I should be taking a trip to ATL soon.
There is someone there I feel I need to see.
Someone I need to apologize to.
You know who you are.

Everyone do me a favor and pray/think or whatever your preference may be for my mother.
The pain seems to get worse everyday.
Thanks for all the support guys.

Oh, and drive safely.
-Clarkkky
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