and now for some pertinent information.
gosh
who'd a thought i'd come back to this? this livejournal? surely not me. i was planning on letting this guy rot.
but such is life, and we will all get used to its fickleness in time.
so
yesterday was the most wonderful day of my life, ridiculous as that sounds. the show opened and we were all spot on, specially max and ethan. it was brilliant-- good audience, big laughs, and a kiss for me at the end of the night. so my life is on the up'n'up as one of my aretarded friends would say.
the festival's this weekend.
remember when you LIVED for this weekend?
when you'd start counting the days in the beginning of september?
when nothing sounded better than eating a greasy churro and spraying the guy you liked with silly string? and then getting sick on the unstable and possibly unsafe rides, while breathing in the thick vapors of popcorn, sno-cone juice, exhaust, mexican food, pizza, and wet asphalt?
it makes me a tiny bit sad that i don't really care that it's happening.
what makes me feel even worse is that i don't even want to rendezvous with all my old friends there, like last year. those people are out of my life now, and i feel like i've entered a whole new world, full of gorgeous seniors, true friends, acrylics, and girls who don't have fangs but could still bite your head off.
and so far?
i have no regrets.
who'd a thought i'd come back to this? this livejournal? surely not me. i was planning on letting this guy rot.
but such is life, and we will all get used to its fickleness in time.
so
yesterday was the most wonderful day of my life, ridiculous as that sounds. the show opened and we were all spot on, specially max and ethan. it was brilliant-- good audience, big laughs, and a kiss for me at the end of the night. so my life is on the up'n'up as one of my aretarded friends would say.
the festival's this weekend.
remember when you LIVED for this weekend?
when you'd start counting the days in the beginning of september?
when nothing sounded better than eating a greasy churro and spraying the guy you liked with silly string? and then getting sick on the unstable and possibly unsafe rides, while breathing in the thick vapors of popcorn, sno-cone juice, exhaust, mexican food, pizza, and wet asphalt?
it makes me a tiny bit sad that i don't really care that it's happening.
what makes me feel even worse is that i don't even want to rendezvous with all my old friends there, like last year. those people are out of my life now, and i feel like i've entered a whole new world, full of gorgeous seniors, true friends, acrylics, and girls who don't have fangs but could still bite your head off.
and so far?
i have no regrets.