"What's the time...?

Well, it's got to be close to midnight." --Rent

It's 9:17 and I feel as though my body has been deprived of sleep since January. I normally don't get this exhausted but tonight I've got it bad. Maybe it's because the show is finally over. Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat is finished. No more costumes. No more arrogant actors. No more laundry-- well, sort of. I always miss a show after it's dead and gone but with this one I'm kind of relieved. If you didn't already know this, people do bad things in theatre. I mean, every bad thing you can think of happens. Smoking (everything), drinking (during performances), affairs, loads of gossip, people will break up, people will hook up, this isn't even the half of it-- nothing is off limits. This is kind of the reason why I don't like being around people of this nature consistantly. I mean, I love it and that's why I'm going to make this my career but if I don't have that one person, that one friend who doesn't drink, or smoke, or whatever, I'll feel myself sinking. Does that make sense? If I have someone to keep me grounded-- even if I only see them once a week-- it makes me feel better.

Everyone should watch Sweeney Todd. I just viewed it last Saturday and this gives me another opprotunity to love Johnny Depp in a different way. This movie made me realize that if a guy can sing, I will willingly give myself to him. Ha. I just sounded like a floozy.

My head is throbbing and I'm not really sure what I'm typing. It's crazy that I've had coffee this morning, more coffee tonight and I am still exhausted. I don't like it none. And I have school tomorrow. I am so tired.

I don't like it when new earrings break.


Carmen.