I Think I'll Try Defying Gravity...
Does anyone ever feel like you are constantly the listener? Do you ever feel like people are more than willing to pour out their hearts to you and listen to the thought-out advice you give them but when you try to show a tiny piece of yourself, they completely shut down? Do you ever wish someone would listen to you like you always listen to other people? I always try my hardest to say what needs to be said in the best way possible when someone is looking for an ear and some advice. It seems like my would-be listeners write me off with a "that sucks", an "aww...", or my favorite "I don't know what to tell you." Well, thanks for your fabulous help.
I feel like a prude and a slut at the same time. I don't make out with randomers or have sex, ergo I'm a prude here. Yet I do drink and I do get...violated... thus I'm a alcoholic slut by the standards we've been bound to in high school and by our former classmates. I wonder if I'll ever really fit in. I usually haven't had problems making and keeping friends. But lately, I just don't want to make the effort. WEll, I am close with the theater people (they all seem to know my name, but I can't remember half of them. I think they associate me with being one of the two designers and having huge boobs) It doesn't bother me to go places by myself. I feel like I'm my own person, I guess. I also don't mind not having a boyfriend...except that everyone else seems to have one and talk constantly about their relationship. Boys only like one thing about me...well, two things. I don't really get much attention from the neck up. But believe me, I am so flattered when I am told that I should be a porn star or that I have the biggest tits they've seen. Too bad I'm only a double d, and that's the same size as Jessica Simpson and Pamela Anderson. So ha, I DON'T have the biggest breasts ever. Some people actually tried to start a nickname for me...BOOBS, isn't that creative? I smiled and reminded them that I wasn't an nanby-pansy actress, but an experienced technician skilled with tools like the electric drill and the crowbar. We'll see who tries to call me Boobs now... Oh, did I tell you about the one guy who said to me "I want to know what it's like to fall asleep on your bosom." WHO THE HELL SAYS SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!
Alas.
In other news, chances are very slim that I'm going to change my major. I just don't get that spark from anything else. It's slightly depressing that I am not good at something that brings home the bacon, but I'm planning on marrying the guy that sits next to me in Psychology who is majoring in forensic science. No, he doesn't know yet. In fact, we just formally introduced ourselves today. (To be fair, we've been whispering back and forth all year, but we never actually said "Hi, my name is..." He really sucks at whispering, the professor always knows what we are up to.) He looks at my face first when he talks to me. Points.
Wicked is coming to Dallas in October and I have tickets. I've already told Russell my brilliant scheme, so I guess I'll tell you. After the show, I'll ask to talk to the lighting technician. I'm majoring on theater design with a focus on stage management and lighting. I plan on bombarding him with a slew of intelligent questions, (you know, show him that I am really interested in what he has to say...which in reality I am) and then I'll manipulate him into introducing me to the stage manager. I figure that if I can pull this off, it would be a good way to start formulating connections with designers for later in the business. I'm very excited about Wicked the show, though! I've been listening to the soundtrack nonstop. If you don't know what Wicked is...just go jump off a bridge (actually you could educate yourself at http://www.wickedonbroadway.com).
As thrilling as this entry must be to you, I need to get some sleep. I'll talk to you later, I suppose. Sorry about the somewhat dark tone.
I feel like a prude and a slut at the same time. I don't make out with randomers or have sex, ergo I'm a prude here. Yet I do drink and I do get...violated... thus I'm a alcoholic slut by the standards we've been bound to in high school and by our former classmates. I wonder if I'll ever really fit in. I usually haven't had problems making and keeping friends. But lately, I just don't want to make the effort. WEll, I am close with the theater people (they all seem to know my name, but I can't remember half of them. I think they associate me with being one of the two designers and having huge boobs) It doesn't bother me to go places by myself. I feel like I'm my own person, I guess. I also don't mind not having a boyfriend...except that everyone else seems to have one and talk constantly about their relationship. Boys only like one thing about me...well, two things. I don't really get much attention from the neck up. But believe me, I am so flattered when I am told that I should be a porn star or that I have the biggest tits they've seen. Too bad I'm only a double d, and that's the same size as Jessica Simpson and Pamela Anderson. So ha, I DON'T have the biggest breasts ever. Some people actually tried to start a nickname for me...BOOBS, isn't that creative? I smiled and reminded them that I wasn't an nanby-pansy actress, but an experienced technician skilled with tools like the electric drill and the crowbar. We'll see who tries to call me Boobs now... Oh, did I tell you about the one guy who said to me "I want to know what it's like to fall asleep on your bosom." WHO THE HELL SAYS SOMETHING LIKE THAT?!
Alas.
In other news, chances are very slim that I'm going to change my major. I just don't get that spark from anything else. It's slightly depressing that I am not good at something that brings home the bacon, but I'm planning on marrying the guy that sits next to me in Psychology who is majoring in forensic science. No, he doesn't know yet. In fact, we just formally introduced ourselves today. (To be fair, we've been whispering back and forth all year, but we never actually said "Hi, my name is..." He really sucks at whispering, the professor always knows what we are up to.) He looks at my face first when he talks to me. Points.
Wicked is coming to Dallas in October and I have tickets. I've already told Russell my brilliant scheme, so I guess I'll tell you. After the show, I'll ask to talk to the lighting technician. I'm majoring on theater design with a focus on stage management and lighting. I plan on bombarding him with a slew of intelligent questions, (you know, show him that I am really interested in what he has to say...which in reality I am) and then I'll manipulate him into introducing me to the stage manager. I figure that if I can pull this off, it would be a good way to start formulating connections with designers for later in the business. I'm very excited about Wicked the show, though! I've been listening to the soundtrack nonstop. If you don't know what Wicked is...just go jump off a bridge (actually you could educate yourself at http://www.wickedonbroadway.com).
As thrilling as this entry must be to you, I need to get some sleep. I'll talk to you later, I suppose. Sorry about the somewhat dark tone.