Heals The Original Dryness

briefness: i spent practicly the entirety of bryy's party singing. i make ingrid look calm. went to paz's, made chain maille, got lindsay all interested too, but DAMN i am anal about how it's all done. rocky horror was cool. i refused to admit i was a virgin this time, so i'll be devirginized next time. i got a compliment on my belt (OH! and when i went to buy my ticket. it went something like this: *roots through bag* hang on a sec *roots more. puts down paz's two dollars* this is two dollars *puts down chain maille* this is chain maille. (ticket sales person, in a very official tone) i'm sorry mam, but we do not accept chain maille as currency. much as i wish we did, we do not.) slept over at paz's. had a really nice talk with her about brad and relationships and such. really cleared things up for me and made me feel a tad less worried. she's on a good track. therapy is a wonderful wonderful thing.

got dropped off at castilleja and then went with leslie, chloe, and anna. talked about college, pie and cake and cobbler and keish (anna can't tell the difference, stupid russian mother ruined it all), sex (it was wonderful, we were just going around and talking about our experiences. we were really able to be relaxed about it after a bit, i thought it was wonderful.), communication (anna has different ideas about this. we were trying to coach chloe about what to do with her ultra passive boy who she lives in fear of scaring off. i'm sure there had to be a clearer way to form that sentence), and taboo. i was lying on my back, fairly tired during this game. chloe comes to the word "block". her first clue was "it's elliot's last name!". me, not knowing his last name said, "elliot.... stickford?". why the word stickford would be in taboo, or funny as someone's last name i'll never know, but that cracked us up, and developed the character "elliot stickford" computer geek and nerd with the taped glasses, nasal voice, immaturity and all. it was wonderful.

next morning got dropped off at jonathan's. (the car ride from casti to jonathan's was very much for me a: "why are you so petrified of silence? here can you handle this........" no.) talked and cuddled with jonathan. we even fell asleep together. it was so wonderful. we are hoping ang praying that he'll be able to stay home while his parents are in new york. i love that boy. he is such a cutie!

at home, my family and i were watching this documentary thing on "the producers" recording session. there were these little moments that mel brooks was being SUCH the jewish father to mathew brodrick and nathan lane, it just made my heart ache. i love these people. i love theatre. i want to be involved like that. i want to do this stuff.

and i'm not going to new hampshire tomorrow...