My director has informed me that I'm holding back and he's yet to see my character be set free to soar, to really find her purpose in this play.
I need to be Maggie. And I guess I haven't been doing a very good job of it.
...and after the tears were bled through my failing smile, i'm still frustrated, and hopeless, confused of what he wants of me. He says i'm pleading, when i think i'm being straight forward. He's the audience eyes, and I must be a sore sight. I know I haven't spent that much time on the actual "acting" part of the play, just the memorization, but still. I didn't realize i was failing so.
Tim is such a sweety. Strangely I've found myself liking him more when just a few weeks ago i was considering letting him go. We've yet to find that mutual "something". And i wish so dearly that we would find it. I wish we could just be real and talk to each other. But about what? Ah, that is the question. Our sweet something . I wonder if it bothers him at all; that we can't talk to each other. I mean we can talk to each other. Just not more than stuff that's skin deep. How are you? How was school? Hey, listen to this funny story. What do you want to do tonight?
I love touch. That's the best when you're with someone. It's so nice to be touched. Don't go risque on me...I mean even just to hold hands, or to receive a hug it feels so good. I wish i could just have his arms wrapped around me forever.
Oh. I'm really hoping I'm passing pre-cal. Really hoping.
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"Wicked games you play. To make me feel this way. Wicked thing to do. Let me dream of you. What a wicked thing to say. Never felt this way."--Chris Isaac
