There's a girl at my school who is in the drama class that I extended my hand to at the beginning of the year because she doesn't really have a good past, or that many friends, and is in general not very likable to some people. My main goal in making myself available to her was just to be someone she could talk to if she needed. A friendly senior relation. BUT. It was clear from the first day of school that she admired me a good deal, and as of late her admiration has turned into that which is in the vein of the online stalkers that I've had. The desperate need to share interests. The constant need for communication, even indirectly. And of course, the aesthetic mocking. Her "personal style" has changed a bit. Her accessories now consist of black tulle headpieces, and flowers. Her eyeliner seems to have grown wings, and the other day, although she has no trace of it in her hair, her eyebrows showed on obvious tint of red. She showed up to the school dance with her hair up, with small black lips, and again today with her hair pinned in what looks to be a failed attempt at the style that I've apparently got some "claim to fame." Frustration ensues, but unless things get too intense I will most likely do nothing about it. The only thing TO do is cut off communication, which I'm already on top of. A few disapproving looks in her direction with her knowledge should suffice as well.
Being a girl is a fucking hoot.
I got to the theatre a bit early last Sunday before BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. Apparently Kristi is training some girl to be on Nickelodeon or something, and she introduced me to the girl's mother as "one of our resident previous student turned professional actors" and made a point to ask me how long I've been with LTW. "Four years," I said. Wow. Four years. It's insane to think about how much has happened in regard to my career in four years. It's exciting as well.
Hello, the rest of my wife.
