just got back from alvernia.  it was accepted students day.  i got to meet with the faculty, a lot of the kids i'm going to be spending next year with.  we had a couple model classes, one of which was "enjoying poetry."  i thought it might be cool, i might get to talk about plath or someone, but then the professor busts out frost, friggin ninth grade shit on me.  i sort of sighed whilst analyzing "the road not taken" for what seemed like the 700th time.  some of the kids seemed like a lot of the same kids i go to high school with...i thought maybe i'd meet some fellow intellectuals, not just a bunch of athletic types, but whatever.  it's a beautiful campus, and it's literally maybe the quietest place i've ever been.  just a serene setting, the perfect place to sit all alone and think.

that last paragraph is longer than what i'm accustomed to writing.

last night was rachel's cast party, and the senior sleepover was so much fun.  there's no one i'd rather spend time with than the theatre crew, and we even had a few additions for this one - nate weaver, zach smith, amy, lou, audrey, people that haven't been involved traditionally.  well, audrey has been, but only for musicals.  which sucks, because audrey is cool.

lou and i called matt gay a couple times, adam, brian and emily left early for the chameleon, there was guitar playing, and the total number of people was greater than most of our other parties combined.  i never realized how many people were in this damn thing, cast and crew-wise, until last night.  it's been amazing effort to pull together - but i can't imagine doing it every year.

by the time two rolled around, we'd narrowed the group down to rachel, fallon, lou, lindsay, laura, audrey and i.  we were the only ones to sleep over.  i thought we might stay up a little later talking, but by two-thirty, we'd passed out.

around eight or so, i was awakened with a kiss on the forehead by linds.  she had to leave for work early, and just wanted to say goodbye.  no one had ever done that for me before, and i must say it wasn't at all unpleasant.  i know i still have feelings for lindsay; she says the same of me.  lately, those feelings have gotten stronger and stronger, and i realize that somewhere in the back of my mind, for the past two years, her face has always been there, in some form, even when i tried to forget about her.  the past doesn't mean much; presently, i'm very, very happy.  and that's always nice.

i've gotta scrounge up something to eat before heading over to the school again.  i'm tired, incredibly tired; we all woke up around ten am.  tonight's lisa's karoke party, so this evening won't provide much sleep either.  i just remembered that i've got a psych paper due on wednesday, lindsay and i are going out on monday, and i've gotta have a human interest and a feature article done for journalism on tuesday, so i'll have to squeeze all that in somewhere before i get any decent amount of sleep.

last saturday night performance ever.  and then tomorrow, i'm done with high school theatre...more on that tomorrow night.  i'm just not ready to deal with these feeling just yet.  gimme one more day, and then i'll be ready to cry or scream or do whatever i'm going to do now that this stage is over and done with.

right.  food.