Ink drops

The second coming of the Pitbull : ) the joys of my imagination and my life, or lack thereof (ex. friend:"can u go to the concert of ur favorite band in the entire world with me?" me: "i would, but i have mcyc/madrigals/piano/ voice/flute/concerto rehearsal/ tutoring/italy choir/mocktrial") ....oh the humanity

Saturday, April 05, 2003

opening night was amazing, i got out of my i have nothing to live for phase and i can't stop smiling today we're still going to have to have major energy tonight but i realized something while talking to chita. Starjcb [2:00 PM]: like i was not enjoying myself too much until last night and i realized why drama people are like my second family why i love them so much and i couldn't stop smiling because i realized i love being a part of it

Wednesday, April 02, 2003

today was pretty nice, ignoring the whole barky being kinda distant it was splendiforous, went out for lunch and came back and did the most wonderful thing, i went and laid on the softball field with jenny and julia and anthony and mitchell, there was a gentle warm breeze and when i got up to go inside i felt lightly toasted like a potbelly's sandwich : ). i love that feeling, it gave me a high not reminiscent of key lime soda, more like a feeling of contentment that could not be quashed even by a somewhat shoddy drama rehearsal (to clarify, it was not bad though my feet hurt with the fire of a thousand suns, and kept running away from me) i felt as if nothing could go wrong with the world because i was warm and safe unattached and for a while i felt relatively free of commitments. i love that feeling, i wish everyday was a warm half day *sigh* i'm wishing you all many warm contented days, love ya