First, explaining the last entry.
You see, I left the theater without putting my keys and pass card back into my pockets. So I walked all the way back to my dorm, talking, without realizing it. Thankfully, there was a reception after that I hadn't stayed all that long for. So half-running back, people were still there, even though I was figuring the whole way that they would have already gone (it would have been appropriate for the day I was having). They were still there, though. Interestingly, when I got the keys for the room my stuff was in, the director had me get his coat, which he had left in there. Also of interest, it seemed like I was more included when I came back; everyone wanted to ask about me being wet.
Oh, and the play that's going on is titled The Secret Rain, hence the "not so secret rain" remark about me getting wet. I see I wasn't the only one.
I left a message yesterday (in the little bit of free time I had) asking that girl I've been mentioning to go and get a meal. She IM'd me after the show (she came to see, but we didn't talk at the reception), saying she just wants to be friends. Also, we're eating together in the dining hall at 5 anyhow, by her suggestion.
I'm not quite sure how I feel about all this. I mean, I'm not jumping for joy, sure. But I already moved on once before; I was very cautious about interpreting things that way this time. (I'm also going to make sure she knows I haven't been some freaky obsessive dude all semester.) I'm not horribly depressed either; just kinda ... um, flat, maybe? I don't think I have the words, or maybe it's just the experience, necessary to describe it. Another thing I will be sure to inquire about are the looks she gave me in her room last Saturday night. Josh has told me to be wary of them, since I guess she's been known to do that not meaning what most people think that means. Just what was that all about, if there's no interest, I guess. So yeah, I'll know more later, hopefully.
In other news yesterday, I saw my theater advisor. We covered a lot of things: scheduling for next semester (more or less concretely), her calling to see if Tim and I can speak back at the old high school about the department (cool by me, I probably would anyhow, this is just more formal - and they give me $25), the possibility of me doing the semester in London (which is still at the 'just a thought, it would be nice' stage for the moment), the possibility of physics going away as a major (again, just a thought at the moment, but a serious one). The one thing I forgot to ask about was the audition monologue I was supposed to find and check with her if it was ok. After the main projects for the undergrad acting troupe were finished up, we decided we'll work on some audition pieces, and I was supposed to run one by her. No biggie though.
I still have to make an appointment to see my physics advisor. Clearly we'll discuss the thoughts of it not being a major anymore. Even if that happens, I am pretty sure it will be a minor; even my theater advisor suggested that. I think I only need two more classes for that, anyhow. I have my PIN from my theater advisor though, so I can begin registering bright and early Monday morning. In theory, I could even skip seeing physics guy at all, but that would not be a good plan. I will see him, sometime.
A few moments from yesterday:
- Walking to class in a light sprinkle in the morning, I passed this guy coming back from class. He's widely mocked for a variety of reasons, but I respect him. He actually gives a damn, he really wants to learn and understand, much more than almost anyone I've run into. On top of that, the guy's always in a good mood. We said hi to each other, and he commented on how he enjoyed the weather, that it was a nice day. I mean, the world was literally cold and gray out, and he was still in a good mood, still loving life. Damn.
- Coming back to the theater to get my keys, I was confronted by a group of five women smoking on the steps of the theater. It was just a little odd. I spoke to them briefly, and I knew them all; just kinda weird.
- Standing in front of the library, alone, on the walk back from the theater the second time. I had been having the urge to shout a few phrases on and off during the trips back and forth, and it was there and empty and mine. There's a big open circular area there, and the library was opposite me, and it curves like the central green. A cleaning lady started cleaning the glass on the doors, and I'm sure she wondered what the hell I was doing. I waited, whispered the phrase I'd chosen, to prep myself. I shouted it (it needs to be shouted), then stepped back down onto the sidewalk and continued on my way. Not bad for a first reading, I thought, but could use a little tweaking. I wasn't sure whether I'd even share that with anyone, but why not.
Other things went on, of course, but that should suffice. It's plenty long already, after all.
Oh, and congratulations go out to my high school's football team. On to the State Semifinals next week. People may worry about jinxes, but I'm gonna say it anyhow (cause I don't):
It would be soooo sweet if the go to the finals, cause it will be during my Thanksgiving break, and I will be at the game in a heartbeat if so.
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