The Best Way
Is no way at all.
Finals are gearing up for me and it's going to be tough. I've got a paper to finish for theatre history, a project for lighting and a scene for my voice class. The paper and project are due tomorrow, and the scene is Wednesday. Overall, none of them are difficult, but I'm once again having a tough time motivating myself to do anything about it.
Other than not doing finals stuff, I had a pretty good weekend. Friday night a bunch of us went to someone's apartment and played games, then we went to Ransom Canyon to look at Christmas lights. This was followed by going back to Tech and going inside the big Christmas tree they have on campus. Then we went to midnight breakfast, which was free. Saturday a smaller group o folks met together and hung out. Our numbers dwindled as the day wore on and we ended up going to see a play called The Christmas Shoes, based on the hit song. The production was well done but the script was lacking. After the play we went to someone else's apartment and watched Elf. I hadn't seen it before and it was pretty amusing. Sunday evening I went to a party at Chili's where they had a gift exchange. I ended up with a copy of The Karate Kid. After everybody left, four of us hung out for a while longer. We tried to go somewhere else and do something, but everybody was pretty tired and after everybody climbed into Claire's car, she ended up just dropping everybody off. After we got back to my car, we ended up talking for oven an hour.
The Mystic man.
Labels: finals, hang out, theatre history, weekend
Ineffable
So I'm confused.
I've spent the last week or so hanging out a lot with Sara and her friends. This has been fun but I'm not exactly sure what to make of it. We hang and we talk and we do things but I'm not ever quite aware of where I stand. I enjoy hanging out with these folks and if that's all it ever is I'm OK with that. But if there is something along the lines of interest from Sara I'd like to just get it out and quit pussyfooting around.
I'm also having a serious case of writer's block. Both here and in my scripts. This worries me.
Say a little prayer for Mr. Fancy Pants
Labels: confused, friends, hang out, ineffable, Mr. Fancy Pants, Writer's block