chasing after you

today i feel: sore
today i'm hearing: velvet underground and nico: peel slowly and see
today i'm thinking: that i shouldn't have gotten up this morning

Dorm food is bad for the belly. This is completely true. So there.

Friday night was interesting. Marion and Zhora didn't get in until four in the morning (I went to bed at three) so I was hanging on my own. Did some laundry, talked to Matt a bit, hung around with Q, the Nigerian guy that lives downstairs. He was drunk. He was really drunk. It was amusing.

Needless to say, yesterday was one of the longest days of my life. Rehearsals went pretty well and I got lunch with Marion and Zhora and rehearsed some more and almost died a couple of times but that's okay. The show went really well, I think, and I didn't fuck up my accent completely and it made me happy inside. Of course, all of my 'friends' were 'kind' enough to sit in the front row. No pressure, eh? But that's okay. I can dig.

Marion, Zhora and I went to Schteak after the show and made the waiter really nervous. It was nice. Except that Little Dude got really homesick all of a sudden and that was very, very sad and I kind of wanted to give him a hug and some soup maybe and tuck him in to go to sleep. He's that kind of person. It's freakishly adorable. Marion, I approve. But you all-ready knew that.

Chelsea and Down-the-Hall Matt were in the throes of passion when I got back (not that that's new) and they stayed basically post-coital the rest of the night. I don't know how you can be post-coital when you don't have sex but, whatever, what do I know? So I hung around with them. And Q came up and we hung around with him and that was fun and stuff. I was dumb enough to have four cups of coffee at Schteak and I was all-ready ridiculously tired so I started drifting off and Q excused himself for the evening. Down-the-Hall Matt was on the verge of passing out, so he got to stay the night in here. Which brought him great happiness. He spent half the night (and all of the morning) snogging Chelsea and I spent the same amount of time either rolling my eyes, reading Nabokov, or both. Whatever.

So now it's Sunday and I'm kind of sad, but that seems to be what I do on sundays, and I'm trying to figure out what Chelsea and I can do today that won't involve me a.) writing a speech or 2.) reading a play. I'm thinking a movie. I really want to go to the movies. Don't know why. But who knows. It's just a sleepy, sad sort of Sunday and I found Produced by Andy Warhol again and I don't really want to do much of anything now. It's strangely nice.

I'm sure I'll sink into a bitter state of depression in a few hours, but it's nice to be just a little sad right now. I don't mind it too much. Weird, huh?

I need to get a hold of my mummy and talk to her about nothing for a while. The last time I called it was to get a new contact and that's business, not pleasure. So. Need to call her. *affirmative nod*

Next weekend is shaping up to be a pretty grand adventure. I'll be hanging with Marion et al Friday night, probably trying to play pool and failing. Saturday I'll spend with Mum and (hopefully) Da, doing whatever it is we do. Saturday evening is Charley's Aunt, which Marion has promised to go to with me. That ought to be amusing. And Sunday will be...something. Don't know what. I need see Christie at some point in time because I heart her and she's home and I want to see her. There's no chance in hell I'll see Matt outside of the hallowed halls of U-High, if he's even communicating to people, which he probably won't be. Tech Weeks do that. And JPalm. I'll see JPalm sometime. If anyone else is in town, let me know. We should hang. It would rock.

Down-the-Hall Matt is going to some sort of Pledge thing. He's getting feminine approval from Chelsea and I. He looks spiffy. Oh, boys in suits. How I heart them. Ah, Memories. *tear!*

Yeah. Sleepy-sad Sunday. I can dig that.