Why am I not in bed?

Hoo boy. I don't even know where to begin. I have way too many things to talk about.

First, MacBeth. Holy jesus MacBeth. This is the most wonderfully terrifying play I've ever done. It's almost as difficult and scary as The Crucible, but fun and amazing to boot. It's probably not the closest-knit cast I've ever been in, but I love everyone at the Bathhouse so much that it doesn't matter. The play completely destroys me, and it's wonderful. Come see it next weekend. Friday at 7:00, Saturday at 2:00 and 7:00. At the Bathhouse, of course.

I hate being attracted to people. I really, really hate it. almost as much as I love it.

My photo taking slowed a bit, but only because I forgot to take my camera with me friday and yesterday. I am torn between wanting to share all of my photos with everyone and wanting to respect the privacy of the people they are mostly of. But oh well.

I've gone from a power metal binge to an awful pop music binge. Hooray for Britney Spears.


Now for the quazi-cryptic poorly phrased emo ranty crap part.

I feel like I'm drifting away from my non-theater friends. Maybe (hopefully!) that will change when I start seeing them every day at school again... but only a few are coming to running start with me. I dunno. I'm trying to keep in touch and find time to do non-theater things, but theater has been so all-consuming this summer... I just don't know. I feel awkward and awful. I'm in such a completely different place in my life than I was a year ago in every sense of the word... I don't know how to handle things anymore. My little comfort zone has blown away like a scarf in a tornado, and as wonderful as it is to be free to do whatever, it's frightening trying to deal with things sometimes.

Sometimes I feel like it's my job to give emotional support to people, and that if I try to take it I'm violating some unspoken contract. Or scared vow. Or being annoying.

Blah. Blah!