And as we stand upon the ledges of our lives

School sucks. It hasn't even started yet.

I can't find any of my school related papers, as in what I have left to take to FINALLY finish up my Associate in Arts...

So I have to go to a consular and get all that stuff and info back... Wah wah wahhhhh.

Better clear out four - six hours of my life... Monday.

Does anyone have this song? I forgot how much I loved it! (The Churchhills - "Everybody Gets What They Deserve") Why oh why did I every toss out my fabulous mix CDs?

Oh this one too, while we're at it. I had them on one CD back to back.



I Am The One and Only - Chesney Hawkes (?) (I thought of this song recently because the Stig was listening to it in a season 4 ep of Top Gear...)

Also, two more pages to go of my term paper and the dogs have no food...

ARG!

I need a scene between a man and a woman. From anywhere, play, movie, tv show...

I just can't find a good one!

I need it by tonight... Cuz Class is in the morning...

Help!

So I had classes today, Storytelling and American History. I have (co-assistant stage manager/guy who asked me out) in Storytelling and John from work in that class. Yay!

Then in American History I sat beside this cute guy with cool shoes. They looked like they should be alligator/snake skin, but they weren't, you know the kind. Anyway I said "Nice shoes." He said, "Thanks. Is that Kermit?" referring to my messenger bag. "Yep." "But Animal is the coolest." (As if trying to show off his Muppet knowledge. Lolz.) "But Kermit is the everyman." And then we got to talking about what we were taking (other classes) for what. Then class started. His name is Ken. He kept making a few side comments to me like "This class'll be easy" and "5-7 pages? And here I was worried..." like that.

So then, class ended and I told him I had to go to work after this, when he asked what class I have next. We walked out of the room and out of the building. He asked where I'm parked and I told him.

"Want a ride over there?"

"Sure!" Cuz, damn that's nice of him and we've barely met. We continued walking to the parking lot, closer to where my car was, actually...

"Hey, if my old messenger bag is in my car, I'll give you the buttons off of it," Ken said.

"Wow, that's super nice. Thanks!" I said. Who does that!?

While he's bent over looking for his bag in the backseat, he asked where I work and he told me where he worked (Highland Country Club) but I'm not sure what he actually does. Judging from the white button down hanging up, I'd guess waiter. Then I told him that Iwas actually parked in this same lot. "Oh," He said, "I thought you were one lot over." And still he was going to drive me. How nice is he?!

Well, the bag wasn't there, and we said goodbye.

A few hours later, I'm at rehearsal. Joe was sitting a row and one seat over behind me. About thirty minutes into rehearsal, I heard Joe breathing really strangely behind me. Like he couldn't catch his breath. I knew something was seriously wrong before I even turned around. And when I did, he was shaking and his eyes were open. I called his name, too scared to actually raise my voice and, stupidly, shake his arm like I'm trying to wake him up. FTW, me in a crisis? I yelled for John the director, who was too busy directing the actors at the time and the actors were listening to him, so no one was really paying attention to Joe but me. I got up, moved to stand to get closer to Joe, but stopped when John crouched infront of the first row, getting a good look at Joe dead in the eye. He reached over, touching Joe's arm.

"He's having a seizure?" John sort-of-asked no one in particular. He looked to me before glancing to the others, "Do we know about this?" Apparently no one did. Before I could ask him "What do we do?" Joe came out of it.

"Hey. You alright? You just had a seizure." John said gently.

"Did I?" Joe sounded pretty out of it.

"We think so. How do you feel?"

"Okay... Dizzy."

"You need to take something?"

"No. Only when I go to bed..." Joe continued, "I got up real early this morning... That might have done something."

"You need to go home?"

Joe didn't answer immediately, so I offered, "I can take you home, Joe. No problem, hon."

"No, I don't... I don't want you missing rehearsal."

"It's fine," John interjected before I could, just to tell him the same. "If you need to go home and take something... We'll be fine. I'm just worried about you doing whatever it is you need to do to get better, son. Okay?" Joe nodded and John turned to me, "Can you drive him?"

"Yeah, no problem." I nodded, knowing where he lived. It was a fairly easy drive and about fifteen minutes or so. So after making sure Joe was alright, John went back to directing the scene and Andrea (the stage manager, who actually gets paid to do it) came over to us, helping Joe pack up his things.

Joe seemed nearly back to normal as we walk to the car. Then I discovered I'm missing an earring. I didn't want to make Joe walk around any further, but I didn't want to leave him alone either. And I wanted to find this earring. I told this to Joe and he offered to help me look for it.

"I bet it's in the auditorium. Come with me." I said and we went back inside. I didn't notice at the time, entering that Joe wasn't with me. I glanced back and he's okay, just standing in the hall. I could see the earring right near my seat.

John walked over to me after I explained why I was back and picked up my earring. "I meant to tell you, you don't have to come back to rehearsal. I know it's a long drive, so you can just head home. Call us and let us know you got him home safe, okay?"

I nodded and John thanked me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I drove Joe home and he told me about his first classes, but mostly the one he had just a few hours before with John, Acting 1, which I had and it was basically my same first day, too. Lol. I ended up going back to rehearsal anyway (because it was only about twenty-five minutes) and let them know Joe was alright.

"Maybe he just needs some hot cocoa and his jammies," John reasoned, relieved, before getting out of his chair and picking up the next scene.

And I always thought Mondays were boring...

You know, I promise my self that I wouldn't just post when I had a quiz. I did that with my first one. I did quizzes like crazy and posted one, or tried to, with each post.

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Moving on...

I started watching Farscape. Pretty cool. I talked to my brother recently and he mentioned that he watched the miniseries and stayed up until 5am to do so, he liked it so much. While John was being chased by "Yeti looking things with goggles on" (says my brother) he (John) says to his comm-link-thingy, "I'm being chased by the Eletric Mayhem."

So how could I not pick up a DVD from Blockbuster? Besides, even if I didn't like it, there's still some footage of Brian Henson. <3 I always liked his goatee. And Long hair. kittencuffs, we gotta get them friggin' screen caps, yo! He had such pretty hair for "Muppet Treasure Island".



That's my other love, Steve Whitmire, behind him. I'm not entirely sure what he's doing... reading lines... reading...

Ahem. So anyway, yeah, Farscape is good. So I go back to blockbuster to find they only have the premire episode, the second, and then BEST OF season 1! Arg! Six episodes. But they appear to have all of season 2...

And this guy behind me sounds a little like Brian... Only, a bit lower in tone. Like... Brian Henson with a cold. But not as cute. =)

And I skipped English class, because I have no gas and no money to get gas to go. Sheesh. I need a friggin' (babysitting, etc) job. I need to get money from mom to fill up my gas tank and then get the computer class book from Tara... Garr.

On another note, I'm making real progress on my scarf and I've gotten kittencuffs into "Arrest Development." And it's bloody cold in here!!



Current mood: cold