..the restroom door said gentlemen..
Liz, I think, is one of my most favourite people to talk to. It's very comfortable, and I can say crap that I wouldn't say to many people because she undertands.
Laughing, "You are just like me."
I talked to her about everything that's gone on in the last six months in my life, shit that's been bothering me. We hashed it out, and I felt comfortable. I know I don't say much of everything to, well, anyone, really. I mean, don't take offense if I don't tell you something, especially if it makes more of an impact on the me that's inside there, it's not that I don't trust you, it's that I'm a very quiet, rather closed-off person. I don't share much with anybody. And, I mean, Smearah, even you have to beat things out of me, even if I'm sobbing and obviou, and you're my best friend. I don't like to be very open with anything. We can talk about you all you want, but if it comes to me, I'm not likely to tell you much, especially voluntarily.
I feel pretty comfortable doing that with Liz. She's almost an unbiased party. And she knows me well enough to understand things without me having to explain too much. It's easy.
So yeah, we talked, and I really needed that.
We talked about primarily how our lives were going, and some of guard, but the topic for the past few hours was our lives, and it was good.
"You have a lot of things you need to do." "No, I don't." "I could make you a list, but I'll let you do it yourself."
"To be honest, I did it for you. I want you to have an awesome senior year."
I miss being able to talk to her. I'm glad things are getting back in swing.
(If I had to explain the relationship, the best comparision I could give is to Goodman, except I've been close with her longer. I remember that first year, after band camp one night, I came to her, tried talking, and bawled. I didn't mean to, it just came out. (I hold things in, in case you haven't noticed.) But she's awesome. Like, when I'm not in the newspaper room, and it's in season, I'm in the guard room. You know how I joke about living in the newspaper room with a little cave. The guard room is my cave. It's been my home a lot longer, which may be why I have a closer connection with all of it. But yeah, the closest that can compare is Goodman. It's very much the same, but there's also more. Liz is a year younger, but she's older. I mean, they're both fairly mature for people their age, but Liz is more, and she understands. They're very similar.
I dunno.)
And guess what? The guard room is clean!
Now, to get to work.
(One Act auditions are tomorrow? Or am I off and they've already happened?)
"oh, i've known you're weird. i was just making you aware of that fact.".
Laughing, "You are just like me."
I talked to her about everything that's gone on in the last six months in my life, shit that's been bothering me. We hashed it out, and I felt comfortable. I know I don't say much of everything to, well, anyone, really. I mean, don't take offense if I don't tell you something, especially if it makes more of an impact on the me that's inside there, it's not that I don't trust you, it's that I'm a very quiet, rather closed-off person. I don't share much with anybody. And, I mean, Smearah, even you have to beat things out of me, even if I'm sobbing and obviou, and you're my best friend. I don't like to be very open with anything. We can talk about you all you want, but if it comes to me, I'm not likely to tell you much, especially voluntarily.
I feel pretty comfortable doing that with Liz. She's almost an unbiased party. And she knows me well enough to understand things without me having to explain too much. It's easy.
So yeah, we talked, and I really needed that.
We talked about primarily how our lives were going, and some of guard, but the topic for the past few hours was our lives, and it was good.
"You have a lot of things you need to do." "No, I don't." "I could make you a list, but I'll let you do it yourself."
"To be honest, I did it for you. I want you to have an awesome senior year."
I miss being able to talk to her. I'm glad things are getting back in swing.
(If I had to explain the relationship, the best comparision I could give is to Goodman, except I've been close with her longer. I remember that first year, after band camp one night, I came to her, tried talking, and bawled. I didn't mean to, it just came out. (I hold things in, in case you haven't noticed.) But she's awesome. Like, when I'm not in the newspaper room, and it's in season, I'm in the guard room. You know how I joke about living in the newspaper room with a little cave. The guard room is my cave. It's been my home a lot longer, which may be why I have a closer connection with all of it. But yeah, the closest that can compare is Goodman. It's very much the same, but there's also more. Liz is a year younger, but she's older. I mean, they're both fairly mature for people their age, but Liz is more, and she understands. They're very similar.
I dunno.)
And guess what? The guard room is clean!
Now, to get to work.
(One Act auditions are tomorrow? Or am I off and they've already happened?)
"oh, i've known you're weird. i was just making you aware of that fact.".