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Nov 10, 2006 11:39

So, you know when you wake up and you can't remember if the things in your head actually happened the night before or if you dreamed them? That happened to me this morning. Not in like a "I'm a drunk asshole" kind of way, just genuine confusion. Needless to say, I didn't dream what I thought happened.

Oh right, this is what I thought I dreamed, but actually happened...

Last night my stupid, ex-stoner, ex-everythinger spoke on behalf of this girl who got raped last week at his school. He spoke in front of the whole school and funded a club to help prevention. I don't know if I've ever mentioned what he does at school, but basically, he's in charge of all the school's money. He's the senior financial adviser for the whole college. In his words "He's fucking important." He's just come so far,and I'm so proud of him. I know that it weighs on him though. He's struggling to deal with everything that he's suddenly been put in charge of.

My final two performances of Breaking Up are tomorrow. I didn't think I would feel this way, but I'm definitely going to miss it. I got to work with some really amazing people. I'll be happy to have my weekends back though.
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