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Well, I'm the ass, he's not. I've known that for as long as I can remember. Can't usually do much of anything right. Oh stage managing you say... if people do what they are told, then what is there to manage? Lights, well if actors stand where they should and the spot light folks follow, who cares if I mess up the rest of the lights. Grades, that shit is common sense, which I am gradually having less and less of. I can't make friends unless there is a deep connection, but there can be no deep connection if I am only surfacing it. Well now he'll see how poor of a friend I really am. I don't have my charger, so I'll only be making calls home, once a week until Christmas. The rest of you will suffer...but I've already been neglecting you, so what's new, I'm sorry that I'm a sucky friend and can't really keep intouch with people. It's funny that I stay in touch with very few people my age and yet people my parents' age are always in touch with me. This scares me almost as much as the double life I'm living. A lot of you know of this already, but it just won't go away. I'm sure if mom opened her eyes she would see it. Dad knows, but is keeping quiet. I apologize, and I still want my JOH.