This weekend has been particulary eventful (or not, depending on how you look at it). Attempted to work on English paper all weekend and got jack crap done. That's what comes of writing about something that you have no interest in. Saturday was Kirsty's birthday, and we had luch together, then went to check out a tatoo parlor, and then randomly took a drive by these superfly, insanely huge, obscenely beautiful houses that made me realize just how crappy it is living in a dorm. Had a late dinner that night at the Cotton Patch (where I ate too much and reaped the rewards of that later), then more driving around to look at houses. Rented Evita, and reestablished my deep love for Jonathan Pryce.

Breakfast this morning with Mercedes and Kristi. Talked about Beginning Acting and what role we'd like to play before we die. I said Eliza Dolittle from Pygmalion, Mercedes said Helena from A Midsummer Night's Dream. And Kristi had the best answer of all: "I don't care what part I play, I just want to work with the Muppets!" (or, as she later stated, Gaston from Beauty and the Beast, but that would be highly improbable).

Here's Grace's long distance dedication: to the Steward of Graceland, from his High Priestess. I am sorry. That doesn't even sound adequate enough for me, so I can't imagine how it sounds to you. I hope you can accept my spasticness about the whole relationship thing, but that's just me. It's part of who I am. I've tried to change it - doesn't take. I posted a long wordy an quite insightful somment on your LJ, but it's not showing up, so now I'm pissed. Grr.

"An apology for the devil: it must be remembered that we have heard only one side of the case; God has written all the books." - Samuel Butler (doesn't really apply to this situation, but I couldn't think of any other apologies quotes)