Bad night for it

So, as I was on my walk (albiet slightly later than normal, I left at 3:20ish instead of 1:20ish), I decide that I'll walk through the Village. I've never been there at night and figure it'll be a fun change of pace. I'm on... 32nd, I think, on the other side of Magnolia field, and I see this weird light. I try to stay behind things as I get closer to it, because it's stupidly bright and hurts my eyes and because I'm already a little nervous at never having walked this part of Magnolia at night. I get in range to see that it is, in fact, a car, take a few steps towards it (now revealed to it, as I'm no longer behind things), and notice it starting to slowly move towards me. I may have imagined it, as it didn't follow me when I immediately turned around and took a right up the hill, but I am certain it did. I was technically walking up the hill away from my house, but I figure I can take a left at the end of the block, walk back the direction I was walking towards the light from a couple of blocks, and then make a B-line for the way up to my house. I calm down, turn up my music, and get the living SHIT scared out of me when, as I am walking back the way I came, a car at the end of the block from me surges into life with a roar and high-beams blazing. I don't scream or jump, but I literally spin around midstep and start walking back down the hill toward the street at the end of which was the first car that had freaked me out. My cell phone is immediately in my hand and I'm calling home for a ride (at 3:45am, whee). I mill about for a bit, ready to dive into some bushes as soon as I hear a car coming (keeping my dad on the line so that at least he'll know where I died and what the person drove), get picked up, and thank and apologize my way home.

I of course realized (yes, even at the time) that it was almost certainly some stupid teenagers getting baked in a car (I know way too many Magnolians who do that not to think of that immediately), but I just had this creepy gut feeling that something was not right and that I needed to get far, far away. The moral of this story is: don't walk where you're less familiar at night. Also, I'm a wuss.

I do way too much theater.

Mr Bingley has dropped out of Pride and Prejudice, so I have spent the last two days calling every theater kid I know to see if they want to do it. I really hate the guilty let down speech. I'm not trying to pressure you into it, you can say no!

I managed to pass the two classes I didn't get the take home finals done for, so I will be getting an AA. Hooray! I also got into Western, although I'm not sure if I'll go. I'm really liking the idea of staying at Central a few more quarters to do certification stuff for an IT job before I go off to real college. Although it would be fun to get away from Seattle for a year... I am very torn, I guess. I still have time to decide.

I think Pride and Prejudice is going to simultaneously maintain and undermine my sanity for the coming quarter.

I want it to be senior show time.

Hmm.

I hate my job in Halcyon Days, but I love the show and Sean. I still need to get preshow and a curtain call for it, but that shouldn't be too hard with all night at the internet. I'm both excited and ready to get it the hell over with.

My kitty is so snuggly. I will never be able to live without cats.

Zoe's birthday party was lovely. It's always fun to talk to people you don't expect to. I wish my post-party shenanigans had not fallen through, but I think tomorrow night will work. I'm sad, but not too terribly bent out of shape.

Waves of love to Kaya, if she reads this. I hope you are rested and better.

Still obsessed with that band. I have their CD if anyone wants it.

Time for a walk, I think. Come to my play!

Jesus

that was freaky. So, I was on my walk, listening to music and feeling pretty cocky. I was right at the intersection next to thriftway, when I saw a car coming, so I hurried to cross the street so I wouldn't have to wait for it. After a few steps, I realized the car had stopped moving at the intersection, then, as I kept walking and watching it out of the corner of my eye, I saw it turn and start to slowly drive towards me. It was kind of crappy looking with cardboard over the windows in the back. There was plenty of room for a body. I was basically scared shitless, and started dialing 911 on my phone in my pocket, but kept walking hoping they weren't actually driving towards me. The car pulled up next to me and stopped, and I started to walk a little faster. I felt like an idiot- what was I doing out walking at three in the goddamn morning? I couldn't run home, it was up a giant hill. I hit send on my phone as I watched a giant man get out of a truck and start to walk towards me. My phone was raised almost to my ear when he, 5 or so steps away from me, said "Freeway? You tell me how to get to freeway?"

Good grief.

Family Parties

can actually be fun. All it takes is a vodka tonic right off the bat. and not putting up with shit, apparently. I will miss my cousin while she is in California.

I've been very lost the past couple days, as always after the end of the quarter (and the whole massive crash and burn at the end has helped a lot). Birthday party tomorrow though! I love birthday parties. How can you not have fun?

Halcyon Days is a... challenge. I will not be sad at all to put it to rest. It's a great show though, you all should see it. Bathhouse, next two saturdays at 2:00 and sundays at 7:00. I'm not in it, but my voice is (sadly- don't do voiceovers while sick).

God walking at night is so awesome. As long as your coat is comfy and your music good, it's easily the best time of day for it. I will go do that now.

Good lord

This band is making me so stupidly happy. Lovely.

I have always wondered what it felt like to give up.

There is less relief than I had hoped there would be. It just feels sort of icky and sad, like a stomache flu that you just want to go away.

Oh well. Life goes on.

I'm so awesome at procrastinating.

If procrastinating were an olympic sport, I could bring home the gold every goddamn time. Only 11 hours left until this sound has to be ready! Thank god for tea and dragonforce.

I have to wonder if I'll ever learn to manage my time.

School

should end after junior year. But no one should tell anyone until the year ends. We have to keep pretending as a society that there IS a senior year, or it won't work. Because, see, if you're never actually a senior, you can't get senioritus. I think that would be a wonderful gift to give future generations.

I sort of have to wonder (given how long it's been) if anyone will actually read this.

It is 4:46 AM as I type these words, yay insomnia. I wanted to go to bed earlier, because I was sick this morning, but I spent so much time sleeping today that I had to get out. I went on a walk, which turned into going to Katie's house to talk and watch TV. There's something very freeing about walking around at night. Also, the movie American Pie (even if it was the crappy TV edit) will always hold a very special place in my heart. Thank you, Jake and Alex, for broadening my third grade mind.

I sort of want to try to recap what has been going on the past few months, but that sounds boring. I've basically just done far too much theater and not nearly enough schoolwork. I can't help but try to milk this year for all it's worth, because it's the last for many things.

That's ir probably enough for now. I have papers to write and Halcyon Days sound to do.