le sigh...
I really want to update right now, but I can never bring myself to do it.
I'm sitting in the computer lab in the Cathedral right now. Just took a nap in the Green Room and was so lethargic that I imagined I slept through play rehearsal, then arrived late, then while I was there I started to fall asleep and couldn't find my place in Pericles.
Turns out I was just lying there on the couch the whole time. My throat was really sore, so I forced myself up finally.
I've been smoking way too much since Friday night. It's bad. Let's see...it's been about four days since then, and I smoked five packs of cigarettes. Yeah...I need to stop.
School's okay. I like my classes. I'm a little behind in my directing work, but I should be caught up by Thursday (and that's good considering my next big assignment in there is due next Tuesday). Everything else schoolwise is okay. I'm not overworking myself. Although I have a heavy schedule, the load of work we have in the classes is manageable, and I leave class everyday feeling so much smarted than I did when I entered the room. I'm starting to use my Gaelic in every-day conversation, but nobody knows how to respond. It's okay though, I just respond to myself.
So yes, the reason for my absence in recent months is due to a boy. Well, it's not entirely due to him, but he's a good reason for why I fell off the face of the earth. I've been wanting to update, as I indicated on various messages saying, 'stay tuned...' I guess we'll consider this part 1, so you at least have an idea of what to expect.
It is a known fact that usually my motivation for writing in here is when emotions are running extremely high, whether happy, sad, whatever. I feel like it's when I get my best writing out. Unfortunately, I'm not going to take any creative license to make this story any more interesting. I'm just going to tell the facts and what I think of them and how they make me feel.
We'll just start with May...a boy named Matt from South Park sent me a message on MYSPACE, after requesting that I add him as a friend on there. I don't add anyone I don't know. You'll notice that about 156 out of the 157 on my MYSPACE ARE actually people I know. Well, I figured since he sent me a nice message, I might as well give him a chance. I added him and responded. A few days later, he imed me.
After talking on AIM every now and then we traded phone numbers. I refused to call him, but he frequently sent me text messages to see how I was and to make fun of my away messages because they never indicated where I was. He also invited me to go out several times. He told me his friends from work and him frequented Amel's (on McNeilly - right by my house). We figured, sure, maybe we'll see each other some time. I played hard to get though, not purposely, figuring that I hardly have any time for my REAL friends, why should I set time aside for someone who just randomly met me on MYSPACE, of all places...
NOTE: I forgot to mention: when Matt added me, I was wondering, WHAT THE FUCK? Why should this good looking straight guy want to be my friend. There wasn't ANY indication of his orientation, and it was very strange to get a random straight guy I didn't know wanting to be my friend. I thought he seemed nice though and decided to add him. After closer observation of his profile, I deduced he was gay by the extraordinary number of gay people in his friends list. I should've known then...this kids a little social butterfly and I've got some things to worry about...
At this point in time...in just a few weeks, we had chatted a lot online, some on the phone, and sent many text messages. It was cool, and so I finally decided to give him a chance in person. I had some time freed up to see a movie for class, so I decided it'd be a cool little date to meet and hang out.
After getting home from work, noticing the power was out, and taking a shower with a flashlight, I was ready, and he picked me up in front of my house...
This is the end of the first installation of my story entitled: EVERYONE THAT GOES TO IUP IS NOT DATABLE BECAUSE NO MATTER WHERE THEY ARE FROM THEY HAVE NO CONCEPT OF COMPASSION OR FEELINGS AND WOULD RATHER PARTY THAN EVER ADMIT THAT THEY SHARE FEELINGS WITH ONE (SINGULAR) PERSON.
(No offense to you, Jason. You are the one exception...but you remember there was a time you fit that description).
TO BE CONTINUED either later tonight, after rehearsal, or during a break tomorrow!
I'm sitting in the computer lab in the Cathedral right now. Just took a nap in the Green Room and was so lethargic that I imagined I slept through play rehearsal, then arrived late, then while I was there I started to fall asleep and couldn't find my place in Pericles.
Turns out I was just lying there on the couch the whole time. My throat was really sore, so I forced myself up finally.
I've been smoking way too much since Friday night. It's bad. Let's see...it's been about four days since then, and I smoked five packs of cigarettes. Yeah...I need to stop.
School's okay. I like my classes. I'm a little behind in my directing work, but I should be caught up by Thursday (and that's good considering my next big assignment in there is due next Tuesday). Everything else schoolwise is okay. I'm not overworking myself. Although I have a heavy schedule, the load of work we have in the classes is manageable, and I leave class everyday feeling so much smarted than I did when I entered the room. I'm starting to use my Gaelic in every-day conversation, but nobody knows how to respond. It's okay though, I just respond to myself.
So yes, the reason for my absence in recent months is due to a boy. Well, it's not entirely due to him, but he's a good reason for why I fell off the face of the earth. I've been wanting to update, as I indicated on various messages saying, 'stay tuned...' I guess we'll consider this part 1, so you at least have an idea of what to expect.
It is a known fact that usually my motivation for writing in here is when emotions are running extremely high, whether happy, sad, whatever. I feel like it's when I get my best writing out. Unfortunately, I'm not going to take any creative license to make this story any more interesting. I'm just going to tell the facts and what I think of them and how they make me feel.
We'll just start with May...a boy named Matt from South Park sent me a message on MYSPACE, after requesting that I add him as a friend on there. I don't add anyone I don't know. You'll notice that about 156 out of the 157 on my MYSPACE ARE actually people I know. Well, I figured since he sent me a nice message, I might as well give him a chance. I added him and responded. A few days later, he imed me.
After talking on AIM every now and then we traded phone numbers. I refused to call him, but he frequently sent me text messages to see how I was and to make fun of my away messages because they never indicated where I was. He also invited me to go out several times. He told me his friends from work and him frequented Amel's (on McNeilly - right by my house). We figured, sure, maybe we'll see each other some time. I played hard to get though, not purposely, figuring that I hardly have any time for my REAL friends, why should I set time aside for someone who just randomly met me on MYSPACE, of all places...
NOTE: I forgot to mention: when Matt added me, I was wondering, WHAT THE FUCK? Why should this good looking straight guy want to be my friend. There wasn't ANY indication of his orientation, and it was very strange to get a random straight guy I didn't know wanting to be my friend. I thought he seemed nice though and decided to add him. After closer observation of his profile, I deduced he was gay by the extraordinary number of gay people in his friends list. I should've known then...this kids a little social butterfly and I've got some things to worry about...
At this point in time...in just a few weeks, we had chatted a lot online, some on the phone, and sent many text messages. It was cool, and so I finally decided to give him a chance in person. I had some time freed up to see a movie for class, so I decided it'd be a cool little date to meet and hang out.
After getting home from work, noticing the power was out, and taking a shower with a flashlight, I was ready, and he picked me up in front of my house...
This is the end of the first installation of my story entitled: EVERYONE THAT GOES TO IUP IS NOT DATABLE BECAUSE NO MATTER WHERE THEY ARE FROM THEY HAVE NO CONCEPT OF COMPASSION OR FEELINGS AND WOULD RATHER PARTY THAN EVER ADMIT THAT THEY SHARE FEELINGS WITH ONE (SINGULAR) PERSON.
(No offense to you, Jason. You are the one exception...but you remember there was a time you fit that description).
TO BE CONTINUED either later tonight, after rehearsal, or during a break tomorrow!