What is this "Shrek the Musical?" Another spectacle musical is what that is. Has the theater community really run out of creative playwrights? I don't think so. It is those god damn producers that are terrified of trying something new. Don't be afraid to challenge the audience, give them something new. I personally go to the theater to experience something new, something raw, something amazing. Don't get my wrong, those other musicals like Wicked and Shrek and Xanadu are all amazing on the eyes, but there is no depth! The producers are just trying to get their money in and get as many people into that theater. It dissapoints me.
I am lazy. I am in bed, still. and 12:30 in the afternoon. :) Oh well. I am just sitting here, so that doens't count as being in bed does it?
So, I miss her. Both of the hers. And I miss him. I am just all fucked up. What is this Mo? Get your shit back together. Don't fall into the "Oh but he does this but she does this" trap. Just don't. So I am talking to him with a friend last night at McDonalds, and I glance at the door, and guess what? It's him. He comes walking through that door and I thought my knees were going to give out. I want him, but her rejected me, saying that " I just care about my grades and my animals". What is that? He is a farm boy, and I love that, but there is no way in god that this guy can go through the rest of his high school career with out a girl to be there with him. I know him too well. We have been best friends since pre-school. But, it is both our faults. He was drunk, I was smitten. And I made some mistakes. I might have glanced at another guy too long, or let a finger linger. But, what was I supposed to do? He was all over me. And I had to get away! He was attacking my neck like something fierce, my complete and utter weakness. I don't think he would have wanted me to just fuck him right there! Ugh. He got pissed, then all his friends got pissed. Em says I messed with their cirlce of friends. Well I'm sorry. I'll just back out of the circle from now on.
Then there is this girl. I talk to her, and my feeling hit the celing. I want her, I love her! At least I think I do. But, she loves someone else, and I just have to come to terms with that. I am sure that I will get over it knowing me...but then
This other girl pops out of the woodwork. She is kind, gentle and knowing. We have the same answers to every question. I think we might be the same person. Isn't there some philosophy that every one has a twin somewhere in the world? Well, I think she is my inner twin. Patti, HBC, Susan Sarandon. Nape of neck. Dressing room fantasies. We are one! So wierd. So good!
Well will just see where this goes eh? Maybe he will come around and maybe he won't.