Ok, this is for all the people out there that need to get their stories straight. Here's the deal. The musicians for this play this weekend got thrown into the deal as doing a favor for someone. The person who is the "music director" of this play should be blamed for the "bad music" because he was the one who left everyone in the lurch for another play he was doing. So if I hear one more person say it is the musicians' fault that the play was so bad I swear to God, that person will not be breathing fifteen seconds after the words are uttered. Put yourself in my position. I'm the one who has to take the flak for the music because I still talk to the people at my high school that are in the play. It is not my fault, and I'm tired of taking the blame for the entire pit.

Now that I got that out of my system I think I can continue with my day.

Oh yeah, I'd like to say hi to Dustin's friends who have decided to read my blog entries in a stalkerish fashion. LOL :P

You are an Angel.

You are loving and pure, though sometimes
misguided. You heart is always in the right
place and you do everything in your power to
make things happy and fun for everyone. Your
gentle nature makes you easy to prey upon, but
your friends are many and with friendship come
good things. The more you think and meditate
the closer you will get to God, yourself, and
the more brilliant your wings will become.


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As you walk down the street, everyday you see people. The only people that ever come into focus do so because you know them, or there is something different about them that attracts you. You choose to see them while everyone else is just a part of the background or scenery. How many times have I been a part of other people's scenery in their daily movie of life? How many times have I been a supporting actor? How many times have I disregarded people as background or scenery--extras in my own movie? And what if these people could be more than extras? What if they could be the best people I will ever meet and never do?

I went to see Romeo and Juliet last night, and it was an awesome production. That is until they got to the intermission, and they kicked us all out. Apparently one of the actors was sick or hurt, and they could not continue the show. It was a modern interpretation with the Montagues and Capulets dressed as 40s mobsters. However, because they stopped the show at the balcony scene, Romeo and Juliet never died. So as far as I am concerned, and according to Tarah, they are still out there somewhere making babies. Ok, maybe not. But its a nice thought.

I'm at work study and Liz Phair is playing on the radio. If any of you out there know me, you know that I hate Liz Phair. I think I'm going to go turn it off. Adieu.

"I had almost...found my faith,/I was almost me./But my pride couldn't swallow my hate,/boy I hope you're happy./Tell me, tell me, where do you go when all the diamond's have run dry?/Tell me, tell me, how do you feel after bitter-sweet goodbye's?/How do you feel when the diamond's have run dry?/How do you feel after bitter-sweet goodbye's?/Today I found my face../floating in a Puddle of Grace/Poisoned all with Christ to mend./Oh mama, I found a friend." -Amy Jo Johnson


I fell asleep last night with the smell of you on my pillow, and it made me feel so good. I skipped my 1:10, and my next class is an interview with my professor. I have to see Romeo and Juliet tonight for a scholarship event for the frat.

I called my mom today and told her my roommate died. She was not happy to find out that I was merely playing an April Fools Day Joke. She tells me she's going to get me back, and I won't know where, when, or how, but to be aware that its going to be big. Strangely, I'm not worried. :P

I registered for classes this morning at 1 a.m. I got all the classes I wanted, even though I had to pick another IH class because the one I wanted was full. Oh well. I wrote a song yesterday that I liked yesterday, but I didn't like it so much this morning, so I deleted it. I tend to do that a lot. Maybe someday I'll write something I like. Hahaha yeah right, I'm too much of a perfectionist.


"Cause its a crazy world/ and it won't slow down/ you gotta catch your train before it skips this town./ It's a crazy world and it won't slow down." -Serena Matthews

It's so strange seeing how much people change during their first year of college. Its also strange to see how much I have changed since I graduated high school. I went back to my high school yesterday for play practice because I am playing in the pit for this spring's play of "South Pacific." Frank made a comment to me, saying that I already look like I don't fit in. Its so odd how he could read what was on my mind. I really didn't fit in, and it was weird to sit there and watch everything that was going on, and know that exactly a year ago, I was still there. Exactly a year ago I did fit in, but now I don't. I'm detached and not a part of the school. Friends that I once had there gave me cold hellos, I guess because of my failure to keep in touch.

I'm just beginning to fit in here. I'm just beginning to get my life back in order after a year of chaos. I'm just beginning to realize what it is that I really want to do with my life, and how I am going to achieve those goals. Most of all, I'm just beginning to discover who I am, and I am beginning to like what I see.

Backporchpoet left a random comment on my page and it made me feel very special. The fact that she quoted My So-Called Life, made it even better. So to you, my hopeful new friend, thank you, whoever you are.

I also would like to publicly thank my dear dear glasses of rum and coke last night. We had a good time, but I'm sorry to all those I may have offended while horribly drunk. To those of you who enjoyed my drunken ramblings, I'm glad I could entertain. After all, that is what I live to do nowadays, and that is to entertain all who see me.

I miss you. The nights are just too lonely and too hard to bear when you are gone.