I'm NOT as big of a ditz as I appear. *pauses and waits for the laughter to stop* I'm really NOT. I'm a ditz when I worry. Or when I'm nervous. I've found turning into a ditz is not the best way to handle either of these situations, but it's how I cope. I'm actually smart, articulate, and talented. Just not when I SHOULD be. I'm a piece of work ;-)
Got to spend a couple lovely evening OUT of the house this week. Oh my God I needed that. I don't realize how MUCH I need to do things out with some people other than the ones I see every single fucking day until I actually do it. I got to see Watchmen twice. There's a little too much soft porn and blue dick for my comfort level, but once I got around that it was a pretty decent movie. I'm not a total comic book purist, but I thought they followed the story pretty close and did a great job. Without the 20 minutes of soft porn it would have been a decent length too. Maybe I'm just too uncomfortable watching people have sex on a gigantic screen in mixed company. No one else seemed to be complaining about it.
Olive Garden has delicious food. Also very conducive to conversation. Good conversation for once. I don't think I've laughed so much in months. Not even an exaggeration. I must get out more. Gran Torino was also amazing. Just a warning...if I ever have to choose between a human and a dog....it's going to be the dog...just sayin'. Also, I refrained from crying, but if I had been alone on my couch in the comfort of my own home, tears would have been there for sure. (They probably would have happened there, but I still had stage make-up mascara on and I would have looked like a raccoon if I cried, not pretty in public.)
Beyond Therapy has ended. It's been a learning experience. More often than not I was pissed, but "all's well that ends well." Mom will get to watch the recording. I'm not still in the hospital and despite some good effort DMH did NOT throw me into ketoacidosis this time and I did NOT have a week long ICU visit. So there are good things that came out of it. I TRIED doing a comedy and failed semi hardcore....but at least I tried. And I'm glad Casey had enough confidence in me to let me try. She did an AMAZING job as a director and I'm glad that everything turned out well for her. She had a lot of crap handed to her this show and she took it all in stride and ended up with a great production.
IRL is in full force now. Three weeks. THREE WEEKS *agggggggggggggggggggggggggg* I need to sit down and lock myself in the bathroom with the script. Hard core. And so help me god if my friends don't come see this show I'm going to be PISSED. I've been looking forward to this show since Foreigner and yeah....it's like my final kick at RCC. Unless I'm stuck here next semester for a math class or something. In which case there's no guarantee I'll be doing another show...so for all I know it's really IS my last kick at RCC. It's so important to me (and to Michelle and everyone else in the cast) that I just REALLY hope people actually show up. Like...SERIOUSLY.
Anyhow...I think I've exhausted the topics of my life right now. So yeah...untill I get motivated and write in this thing again...so long.