On relationships within the theater

So, I'm in something of an interesting situation.

I am, once again, in a relationship with a fabulous guy, who is also a major part of my theater department at school. My "head-over-heels-ed-ness" about this particular guys is through the roof. It's great. I love him. He makes me really really happy.

Unfortunately, I'm afraid this will affect the roles he and I get in the department...I know we'll be cast because we're being required to audition and accept the roles we get. I think it would be an incredible amount of fun to be in a show with Tomas. So that brings up the question, "How do you go about maintaining a relationship in a place that is, essentially, considered my work environment.

Uff da. I've tried it before. It kind of works, but I get very very attached, very very easily. I think I did alright with Tim...though we may have laid it on a little thick. Eh, we were freshmen...sue us. Clinton wasn't a theater nerd. It made for a different change...he came to all my shows though, so that was pretty sweet. Joe was a theater major, and was in more shows than I was last year. It worked out, but we stated dating in the middle of a show...and I wasn't in any of his classes.

I just worry about my classes with Tomas...like, they're not going to put us together for scenes because we're dating...or they'll put us together for weird things because they want to experiment...because we're dating.

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And, once again, my loyal readers (ha!) have learned what it's like to be in my brain while I'm still awake at 12:23 am. It's all good. I have things I'm going to do tomorrow: Doctor's appointment and Bartending School as it were.

On another note, I've decided that the reason I love music so much is because it gives me a way to convey how I feel so much more than anything else I can come up with. My own words just fall short most of the time. The poetic meanings, and sometimes, blunt sentences that certain songs contain just get the point across so much easier, fluently and beautifully (most of the time). It makes me wish I could write music, but since I pretty much fail at that, I'll stick to singing it. At least then I can use other people's words to say what I want.

Alright,
Good night until next time
Emily Elisabeth

On Wishing I Had a Job

The title of my post pretty much describes itself, does it not?

I am, once again, sitting on my butt in my living room, in St. Cloud, because I have nothing to do during my days at home. I have rehearsal two days a week, if that. In fact, next week, I have it once. On Monday. And then I don't have it again until next Tuesday. Craziness.

I'm bored, to put it simply. I can't think of anything to do. At least, nothing that I'm completely interested in doing. I could go find some music. I could go practice that music. I could go look for another job. Or, I could sit here on my butt and wish that Tomas would come online so I can look at his pretty face and wish he were here instead.