What Can I Say

Been pretty busy the past couple of days.

Sunday was all class, and show.

Did my sketch class in the afternoon. It is going well. My relations with BU are now at a very comfortable location. She is sweet, and funny, but my intuition that we wouldn't be right for each other was spot on.

The show that night was great. Bunch of drama students, and those fags really loved the show. It was at a country club, and the father of the guest of honor was president of the club. He sent all seven of us in the cast home with a doggie bag of incredible food, and a $100 tip. $100 each for all seven! Classy.

Monday was laundry and work. Boring but duty bound.

Plus, I drove myself insane.

And I'm still at it.

I keep thinking about TO in Paris with her BF.

Somehow, with the slight knowledge (not yet proven true) that he might be moving there, I have come to believe that it is only a matter of time before they are over and I will have a chance.

I want that chance.

It is waiting until I get it that is driving me insane. Add on to that the fact that she is there with him now, and I go bonkers. Plus, I have a very vivid imagination, and the pictures in my mind are detailed.


I know it is not healthy. I know I should just think of this as a friendship, and if something else happens then all the better. I should be looking around for another, just in case. I am actually trying. I am not as crazy as this reads.

Just when I get home, and I'm alone, and thinking, well, that's when I start to add the hour difference, and think of my own trip to Paris, and what I would be doing at 3 in the afternoon there.

Then, I go crazy.

Then, I imagine proposals.

Then, I go crazier.

Seriously, I know I'm a little fucked up. Hell, we all know that.

On the one hand, it is really sweet that a guy would think and care so much for a girl. On the other hand, when it isn't that guy's girl it borders on crazy.

Eh, I gotta go teach.

Like a girl I was training at the restaurant said last night.

She asked what I did, and I said actor/teacher. It was the first time I had said that to anyone. I told her I had wanted to be a teacher a long time ago, but then gave it up. Now, ironically, I am getting back to it.

She said:

When all else fails, you can always teach.

Sweet girl, huh?

Ah, youth. They think they are so entitled. Wait. They'll get theirs.