Isn’t it funny how you can be on top of the world one minute and underneath it the next? More proof that i am potentially bipolar. Either that, or just a whiney little bitch.
by krisis
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I feel shitty. I was just talking to a guy who i always thought was totally self-confident and great and attractive and wonderful and found out that none of the above was true at all. I always had a certain envy of him inside of me because i had a lot in common with him (build, hair, humor) but he seemed so much more well-liked than me. However, as the conversation proved, he is even less confident than i am, despite all of this. Yet, in the face of all of that, he still has had some interludes with girls who i find to be totally out of my league, and then a couple of miles further than that. So… now i hate him even more for what he’s had with them, but sympathize totally with his inability to tell if he’s liked at all. Shitty.
Josh: Hmm…I always thought your blog was for allusions to things that most people know nothing about…it’s like watching a TV show muted, and then seeing “To be continued.”
He’s so right…
Wow. Matt and I are both in the apartment at the same time. And the teevee is on! I was napping hard-core earlier and managed to ditch some of my throat issues, but then i had to jog to rehearsal only to find out that i didn’t have rehearsal and instead was a huge idiot. Ack. Anyhow, it’s sorta nice for us to both just be sitting here at the same time… it sorta brings me back to real life. Which is not where i’ve been within the last week.
Dropped film/video, to the objections of lots of people. Oh well … even my film major friends concede the impossibility of juggling a hard film class with a commitment to theatre. It’s a shame, because i was scoring some lovely metaphors for life from the camera techniques, but the work was slaying me. Meanwhile, i have suddenly become one of the focal points of theatre gossip, and it’s a little unnerving. I mean… i love people to take an interest in my life, but spot interrogations blur the line between fun and scary. Anyhow… i suppose this is supposed to teach me to lay off the blabbing whenever i get a piece of juicy gossip, because it just turns the person in the center of it all into a pawn with you wondering how s/he’ll move without any regards to feelings.