Roosevelt: 2 Me: 1

So, I get to Roosevelt all jittery, Charlotte calls me saying she's getting out, we agree to meet at the doors. I get to the doors... no Charlotte. I meander around for 7 minutes trying still look like a purposeful techie instead of a nervous teenager and ignoring all the looks people are shooting at me (and answering their questions like I actually knew what I was talking about), get nervous, can't walk through the doors, and leave. Because with anxiety disorder, that's just how things go. Good look Rooseveltites. Charlotte, I hope you enjoyed the show.

At least the Arcadia rehearsal was fun.

Update: Since some people (okay, one person) were (was) confused about anxiety disorder, I will explain it. It's like anxiety, only always, for almost everything. Generally only low to moderate levels of anxeity (easy to pretend on the surface like they aren't there), but still anxiety. Like, sometimes I get overly anxious while waiting for the bus. I fidget, pace, twiddle my thumbs, people-watch, constantly check to see if my bus is coming, make sure my transfer or bus pass is there every 2 minutes, and wait for it to go away. However, with certain things, generally things that I've had a bad experence with before, the anxiety goes from what would be mild or moderate anxiety to an average person to intense, crippling levels of anxiety. For example, I get really nervous whenever I have to call someone. Anyone. Even my best friends. I also get nervous when I have to talk to new people. Combine these... well, it took me two and a half hours to work up the courage to call Shana my first time I wanted an audition. and don't even get me started on leaving messages...

My point is, I worry about everything. Telling me not to worry is like telling a schizophrenic to stop hallucinating. That's why it has that handy "disorder" part tacked on. So, when I tried to 'sneak' into the show tonight (the last time I tried that I got yelled at and kicked out), I simply could not walk through the door. So I left.