Everything....
Holy crap, this has been an absolute whirlwind. It seems so surreal. All good things must come to an end... but it sure as hell doesn't feel like it. The last day of school was amazing. We are such a united class that it is incredible. I'm so lucky to be part of 05. Before people came in to get their yearbooks, I swear, I was sitting behind the tables with the stacks of yearbooks, hyperventilating. It's just so weird. And then bawling our eyes out while signing our yearbooks (Michelle, don't worry, the tearstain didn't show) and holding our caps and gowns with the music playing the background...
Transition week was just a weird experience. Everyday, I felt like I was just going to school like normal... except underclassmen would randomly hug me in the hallway. I'll miss a lot of them sooooo much. Speak Out workshop: further proof that gay men are ridiculously hot, not to mention the transgender had AMAZING legs. Samaritans: Our Mongolian character whose pig died... it's all Paht and Josh, maybe a little bit of Stan (the man). I don't have a problem: You are such a slut! All the guys: If she says yes, I'm walking our right now! I really like our group, very interesting personalities: Raphael, Mo, Jeff, Carl, etc. Ballroom dancing: it's not my fault that I can't tell my left from my right! But I was pretty good. Josh was a pretty good dancer... and Paht just kept randomly kicking. We went out for lunch EVERYDAY after Transition. yum yum and fun.
Asian Night... what can I say about Asian Night? All right, the rehearsals were HELL! People were adding new material and getting stuff together about an hour before the show. You think Shakespeare is bad? From the time we got out of transition, we went to Linh's to make eggrolls. I was an eggrolling machine. Stuffed a Wendy's burger in my mouth in Vince's car... SHIT! My fries are still in my bag!... Um... Right. When I got there, saw everything chaotic and went up to the lighting booth to visit Eric. Somehow I ended up working the soundboard. Yea, not fun with such a hellish rehearsal and everyone throwing CD's at you and then leaving. Oh well, I pulled it off anyway.
Anyway, But in the end, it's like, wtf happened? It was freakin' AMAZING! I LOVED it! The show was so great, I couldn't even believe it. I got to watch the whoooole thing from the lighting booth (which I have established is an awesome scene for a murder) with Eric and it was just awesome. The crowd was great also, we were lucky. Our dance... kicked... ASS! Oh my gosh, we were hott. It went by so fast that the next thing I knew, I was on the floor in my pose. There was no hesitation from anyway, we just went onstage and did it. I'm gonna miss Angela sooo much. We all want to do it again too, so keep an eye out for us... After, we went to IHOP. It was a group of thirteen... I had such a great time, and then us being losers and phoning each other across the booth... my shouting across the restaurant: Zack, you look good in a dress! Lol. The rain dance! Ugh, I love you guys so much.
I've been having problems with my dad, but screw it. I don't care, he's not gonna ruin this time for me. I suppose it's give and take. He won't let me have a date for prom, I dumped all of the alcohol in the house. Sounds good. Thanks for everyone who's been there to listen to our bullshit. It means so much.
What now? Who knows? We'll just wing it, I guess. We always do, and things just tend to work for us. Pleeeease keep in touch no matter what. I really don't think I can survive without you guys.
Much Love,
J. Lam
Transition week was just a weird experience. Everyday, I felt like I was just going to school like normal... except underclassmen would randomly hug me in the hallway. I'll miss a lot of them sooooo much. Speak Out workshop: further proof that gay men are ridiculously hot, not to mention the transgender had AMAZING legs. Samaritans: Our Mongolian character whose pig died... it's all Paht and Josh, maybe a little bit of Stan (the man). I don't have a problem: You are such a slut! All the guys: If she says yes, I'm walking our right now! I really like our group, very interesting personalities: Raphael, Mo, Jeff, Carl, etc. Ballroom dancing: it's not my fault that I can't tell my left from my right! But I was pretty good. Josh was a pretty good dancer... and Paht just kept randomly kicking. We went out for lunch EVERYDAY after Transition. yum yum and fun.
Asian Night... what can I say about Asian Night? All right, the rehearsals were HELL! People were adding new material and getting stuff together about an hour before the show. You think Shakespeare is bad? From the time we got out of transition, we went to Linh's to make eggrolls. I was an eggrolling machine. Stuffed a Wendy's burger in my mouth in Vince's car... SHIT! My fries are still in my bag!... Um... Right. When I got there, saw everything chaotic and went up to the lighting booth to visit Eric. Somehow I ended up working the soundboard. Yea, not fun with such a hellish rehearsal and everyone throwing CD's at you and then leaving. Oh well, I pulled it off anyway.
Anyway, But in the end, it's like, wtf happened? It was freakin' AMAZING! I LOVED it! The show was so great, I couldn't even believe it. I got to watch the whoooole thing from the lighting booth (which I have established is an awesome scene for a murder) with Eric and it was just awesome. The crowd was great also, we were lucky. Our dance... kicked... ASS! Oh my gosh, we were hott. It went by so fast that the next thing I knew, I was on the floor in my pose. There was no hesitation from anyway, we just went onstage and did it. I'm gonna miss Angela sooo much. We all want to do it again too, so keep an eye out for us... After, we went to IHOP. It was a group of thirteen... I had such a great time, and then us being losers and phoning each other across the booth... my shouting across the restaurant: Zack, you look good in a dress! Lol. The rain dance! Ugh, I love you guys so much.
I've been having problems with my dad, but screw it. I don't care, he's not gonna ruin this time for me. I suppose it's give and take. He won't let me have a date for prom, I dumped all of the alcohol in the house. Sounds good. Thanks for everyone who's been there to listen to our bullshit. It means so much.
What now? Who knows? We'll just wing it, I guess. We always do, and things just tend to work for us. Pleeeease keep in touch no matter what. I really don't think I can survive without you guys.
Much Love,
J. Lam