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Dress rehearsal Tomorrow's the end of theater...I'm gonna miss it like hell. You spend all of your time for three weeks with these people, and you become friends...and then suddenly when you think you can't live without them, it's over. What bullshit! Claire, Margaret, Sarah, Stevie....i love you guys. I LOVE YOU. I've been horrible at making friends this year, as might be apparent in my endless entries of loneliness..but these people really like me! I feel so layed back with them. We can be ourselves, which is nice. Kinda nice, like, if you wanna laugh with them, you laugh. If you wanna hug them and hold them, then you do that. I forgot what it was like to have close friends like this. I'm sleeping over at Margaret's on Saturday. All the girls are coming too. I hope we stay close after this. Losing contact with friends is a bitch. Anyways. I'm rambling. We have a cast party directly after the last show. I just know I'm gonna get into trouble there, as usual. I told Carl I'd "have wild animal sex" with him, but...maybe not. We'll just make out in a closet or something. I have no real attraction or attachment to him, but what the hell. Erin needs play. Oh and happy b-day Margaret. *muah* AH, I love you guys! This sucks dude. -Erin I ate too much b-day cake. Blegh.
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