You really never do know when it'll hit you...

"And you stood at the door with your hands on my waist and you kissed me like you meant it. And I knew that you meant it..."

- Dashboard Confessional, "Hands Down"



I have been **so** busy these past few days that I have had absolutely no time to update this thing. Even now I have very little time and will have to make this entry really short (you hear that, Marissa? This entry will be short. That means you can read the whole thing without falling asleep!).

So it seems that after I acheived some catharsis with my last post and realized, after I typed it out, that I meant it, I was rewarded. I went to the TPS picnic, the first social event of the season, and ended up meeting some very cool people (lots of old faces, but also a lot of new... including some Concordia SAGA folks). Among those cool folks was Mat, a SAGAn (and apparently Jonathan's roommate), with whom I've come to find a shared "interest." He and I have gone on a couple of very fun dates and have and are now officially "seeing each other." I would discuss details, but 1. I don't have the time and 2. I don't think I want to air all of that out there. Suffice it to say this relationship is already at least as exciting/romantic/good as all of the best of my past relationships combined. I am so incredibly happy right now!!

I'm afraid I've been a real bastard and a flake with the theater department in this past week or so. Last Wednesday I got an email from the stage manager for the latest show telling me she would love to have me as an assistant stage manager for the show, "Fortinbras." I went to the rehearsal like she'd asked and, much like my job in the Union, there was no explanations about what I would be doing, no discussion about hours, etc. They told me what was expected and basically told me to get to it. And I did and I enjoyed it... at first.

However, as I sat in class today and later, when I had a chance to sort of talk it through with Marissa and think it through for myself, I realized that I really can't put as much into this show as the stage manager wants me to. At least not while still maintaining my classes, job, personal relationships (both the new one with Mat and all of the old ones with my friends), and sanity. I figured that something had to give in my life, and unfortunately the show was the weakest link. So I emailed her tonight to tell her that I either need to back off on my commitment (give her two or maybe three nights a week instead of her expected five) or back out completely. I haven't heard a response back from her yet, but I assume I'll hear from/talk to her soon.

Tonight was the first TPS meeting of the year and I was shocked when I walked it a bit late and saw over 45 people crammed into the basement room of the Pride Collective trying to play an ice-breaker. There were a number of old faces, but oh so many new ones, too! It was amazing for me to see all of them assembled and--as I told Megan, Lea, and Justin--if we can keep even just half of that group coming regularly, that'll be more than we had last year. TPS is going to do some great things this year!

Anyway, I really should go. I have work early tomorrow morning (I only hope I can get some homework done while sitting in the SAO... I have a Comm assignment that I really should get finished) and, unless I hear differently from the stage manager, I won't have any time to stop tomorrow until midnight or so (it's Mat's 21st tomorrow and he's having *all* of his friends and then some out to help him celebrate). Wish me luck and happiness as I do the same for you!

p.s. I'm sorry to all of you that commented on my last post. Consider this my reply to all your replies: Thank you for your support, if you offered it. Thanks for your comment, whatever it was. And, if you asked any questions, I don't really remember them and it's probably too late to asnwer anyway, so...