late nights, bright lights

There's a Hallowe'en party going on in the kitchen and I can't be bothered to get up and go in there. I was dressed up like a tiger, and very adorably, I might say, but an hour ago I put my pjs on and curled up in here. I'm not doing anything particularly important- finishing my essay, writing more of my ideas for Nano or for D&D... I'm playing with stickers and moping.

They're playing some sort of action/drinking game with laughing and clapping, but I'm really not feeling the drive to go play too. I'm moping about Kyle again, wishing he were here and all that.

Really, he's not and I need to start getting used to that (especially after 5 years), but I don't think I can. I'm still not ready to let go.

On a slightly less whine-filled note, Matt (aka mantaraider, aka Nano guy) runs his own theatre company here in the Bay, and he's put together a performance of The Last Five Years coming up next week, October 31st to November 4th at The Cave/Wellspring- on Main and Fraser, across from the CIBC.

Turns out he needs ushers. Woooo me!

So come on out if you're in the area. I'll post the exact times of the shows soon.
<3

So you know what's weird? When people lurk you. Stop lurking, people!

Grandpa is in the hospital. I'm a little bit of a lot worried. I wish that he could take care of himself a little better.

Ooh, look, now I am also getting sick, just thinking about it.

I do have cinnamon hearts though, which remind of Kyle. So yeah, doubly yay.

*flump*

Do I even bother going to rehearsal tonight? I guess I have to; Sam needs her sketchbook. But I am seriously doubting the sanity of that move. I'm gonna go, but I'll bring water and I'm wearing a long sleeve shirt. It's pretty and blue.

My fears proved to be well founded. People are 'worried' about 'me'. Or are they worried about their own liability? Gee, I guess it's one big mystery.

I met a boy named Andrew last night. I don't really know if I should be writing about him here, but he was absolutely amazing. When he talked, I felt it. It might have been the ativan or the sleepy needles, but everything he said made sense. Well, okay, most of what he said. I felt so bad, all he wanted was for the officer to take the restraints off. Poor kid, he was only fifteen.

I like pretty birds, like sparrows and chickadees. I wish I saw more birds.

So yes, my knitting is coming along nicely... sort of. It's coming along, how 'bout I say that?

Jess and Laura were all like 'Come out with us' yesterday night, so I went out with them.

And shock and suprise: I actually had some sembelance of fun. It wasn't totally suckage.

I met this new guy. Let's call him... 'Kyle'. He claims that we already knew each other. I do not recall, think he may be spy. Will see how this pans out. He was sorta cute, which means watch him even more. The cute ones are either gay or pure evil, in my experience.

Also: got hugs from everyone [yes, even Dan!] as I left. All in all, a very nice night. Sushi = mostly good. Tempura fried veggies = much better!

We are considering doing it again some time. But now I must rest, as I have a very busy day tomorrow. I suggest to all of you that you do not read the next couple entries, as I will be one angry duck.