I am currently lolling in comfortable monotony. I'm halfway through classroom Driver's Ed (thank the Lord!) and working backstage on "Becky's New Car" at Zach (another plug! Go see it! It's hilarious!) and spending the handful of hours between the two either sleeping or watching "Law and Order". Oh, to be young!
Basically, I'm doing stuff, but mostly being lazy.
Ag.
Perhaps I can blame this on a lack of gentlemen? Yes, I think that'll do. There aren't any gentlemens! H hasn't so much as dropped me a line since the last day of school, and I just keep putting off talking to him about how we're not talking, and so basically I'm free to do as I please, though my Facebook status may be deceiving. But I don't know.
Not like I've got anything bubbling up as a replacement. There's one kid in my Driver's Ed class who makes good eye candy and he doesn't say a word and sits several seats away from me. (The not talking is less significant than it might seem; there is virtually no chance for us students to socialize if you don't already know someone. Thank you, Ana, for being in my class!) All the theatre folks are waaaaay out of my age range, and I haven't seen hide nor hair of any LASA children besides girlfriends.
Maybe I can call J.B.B. in for a cooking day.
I dunno. S.D. sent me a pic text out of nowhere a couple of days ago, of this comic we both love, and I got that dull achy fear in my stomach that I will be lost next year without him. Which is silly, because I know I will be fine and there will be adventures next year and ohmigosh, we're going to be seniors (!!!) but I don't know.
I'm afraid of an empty theatre.
Ag, ag, ag. This is too late at night to be morose or scared of the future.
I will listen to the song for which this post is named, by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, and I will go get into pajamas and read my library books in bed and I hope you get as cozy as I will be.
