It went well, all things considered. I didn't mess up anything. There were some miscommunications between my fly crew and the deck manager, but those have been worked out and they were unimportant anyways. I know all of three cues for the entire show...tomorrow will be long. Very long.
The camp stps still aren't done, but I don't wanna do anything. Maybe they'll get done, maybe they won't. I really don't care.
Saw Misha today for the first time in ages, Fagan too. Both seemed happy to be back. :D
I'm at a total loss...some of the people who barely know me are the nicest, some of the people who know me the best cause me the most pain. Its logical, I guess, because the people who know me are the ones who can actually hurt me, but I don't get why the ones who don't know me very well are so incredibly kind. Life's just funny like that.
I again realize how much I'd rather be beaten then ignored. One day...one day everything will work out. Until then, I get to hit things starting next monday. I can hardly wait...
"I don't need a girl, I don't need a friend, cause my friend lonesome's unconditional..."
True, but painful...I wish this didn't keep hurting, wounds I thought were closed for good that I keep letting you rip open with every angry word, every loving gesture, every glare, every glance. At least I'm looking forward to the physical hell that will be football. Beating the crap out of people never sounded so go...hell, if he hadn't been so nice to me when I continually gave him shit, I'd beat the crap outta rob. No ribs required.
I'm gonna go try and sleep now...who knows, it might work.
Chad Brock...he doesn't fit the mood, but "she said yes" is catchy as hell and cheers me up some.
Why can't I accept you for who you are, however much I may hate it?
Posted by Viper37 at July 28, 2004 11:23 PM