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May. 2nd, 2004 03:34 pmhell week is over and the MST3K icon is back. hooray. I missed it.
last night's show went okay, I had a few minor fuckups but I didn't get yelled at like the night before and no one really noticed, so hey.
I met up with Bree afterwards and we went to the cast party. She had fun, I didn't. For a while we stood off in the corner, talking to Matt, and that was okay, but then he had to leave and we got dragged over by the rest of the people. and Bree sat on and talked to Sean for probably an hour. while I just kind of... stood there. yeah. glad she had fun but it kind of really sucked for me.
we went back to my house around midnight and she talked to my mother for a while, while, yet again, I sat there feeling all fifth-wheel-ish. I asked my mother to go away (more nicely though) and she got kind of pissed. gee, sorry, maybe I wanted to talk to my friend, and maybe I've had enough of being ignored tonight...
after she fell asleep around 1:15 I got online briefly and did the little "edit" on the entry from earlier. meh. not going to go into that, but damn do I suck...
today Bree and I went to St. Joe to kill some time while we waited for the chinese restaurant by my house to open. her dad was down there and he had us walk down to Tosi's to buy him some lunch... we took their dog with, so she went into Tosi's while I sat on a bench outside with the dog. a reporter from the South Bend Tribune wandered by and asked me for my opinion about President Bush. bwahahaha. yeah. I was pretty coherent with it, so I'll have to keep an eye on that paper, he took my name and stuff to reference, so hm...
Bree came back and we took the food back to her dad, then made ANOTHER food run for his friends, then went back to Hunan's and ate entirely too much Chinese. And I don't know. I haven't really spent time with her since December, and I wish we'd gotten to actually... talk, more. I don't know. Still feeling the disconnect a little, I guess.
and this entry has gone on entirely too long, so yeah. stuff. I find it really ironic, anyway, that what made Hell Week so goddamn hellish was actually stuff OTHER than the theatre crap that normally would make it hellish.
...I really don't like who I am. Argh.
(don't mind the random depressiveness, meh....)
last night's show went okay, I had a few minor fuckups but I didn't get yelled at like the night before and no one really noticed, so hey.
I met up with Bree afterwards and we went to the cast party. She had fun, I didn't. For a while we stood off in the corner, talking to Matt, and that was okay, but then he had to leave and we got dragged over by the rest of the people. and Bree sat on and talked to Sean for probably an hour. while I just kind of... stood there. yeah. glad she had fun but it kind of really sucked for me.
we went back to my house around midnight and she talked to my mother for a while, while, yet again, I sat there feeling all fifth-wheel-ish. I asked my mother to go away (more nicely though) and she got kind of pissed. gee, sorry, maybe I wanted to talk to my friend, and maybe I've had enough of being ignored tonight...
after she fell asleep around 1:15 I got online briefly and did the little "edit" on the entry from earlier. meh. not going to go into that, but damn do I suck...
today Bree and I went to St. Joe to kill some time while we waited for the chinese restaurant by my house to open. her dad was down there and he had us walk down to Tosi's to buy him some lunch... we took their dog with, so she went into Tosi's while I sat on a bench outside with the dog. a reporter from the South Bend Tribune wandered by and asked me for my opinion about President Bush. bwahahaha. yeah. I was pretty coherent with it, so I'll have to keep an eye on that paper, he took my name and stuff to reference, so hm...
Bree came back and we took the food back to her dad, then made ANOTHER food run for his friends, then went back to Hunan's and ate entirely too much Chinese. And I don't know. I haven't really spent time with her since December, and I wish we'd gotten to actually... talk, more. I don't know. Still feeling the disconnect a little, I guess.
and this entry has gone on entirely too long, so yeah. stuff. I find it really ironic, anyway, that what made Hell Week so goddamn hellish was actually stuff OTHER than the theatre crap that normally would make it hellish.
...I really don't like who I am. Argh.
(don't mind the random depressiveness, meh....)
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