June 28th

I dunno. I kinda wanna talk about some stuff.

My friend's not talking to me. Just because I was honest. My friend I haven't spoken to in years finally contacted me and I told her why I had been hesitant on reaching out and she just stopped. Why can't people react like they did in the 50s, where they were sure of themselves regardless of what people said, and they stuck to their guns. I'm scared my friend gets easily offended. I didn't mean to be rude.

Also I called the owner of a Subaru that they're trying to sell. He seemed unimpressed with my offer and that got me down. I really kinda wanted that Subaru.

It's been a down day. I feel better now here at work and all, but on the walk here, I was hot and miserable and started thinking about what the point to life is and is there one? And am I supposed to drown myself in project after project in the hopes that one will mean something to me? Why do I do it? and why is money so dumb? I cried tears that I've never cried before and called Atlantean to talk it over before I went in to work. He's been sending me funny pictures of penguins. He's sweet. And I do feel better.

Also both of the fun ladies in my work came up and talked to me. One used to be my YW leader and offered me earrings. The other came up and teased me that I wasn't brave enough to wear my Mickey Mouse shirt when my boss herself wore a Minnie Mouse shirt a couple days ago.

I'm also bored. I love my play, and I love directing it, but we have one very simple scene this week. I'm gonna miss it. I want something that means something. I started reading Sherlock Holmes. I have this big beautiful edition from Barnes and Noble. I like it already, but it's quite the commitment. I love Atlantean, but I'm thinking I want some time alone, but every time I get time alone, I want him to come comfort me, which is ridiculous. I also watched Carousel this morning. It was okay. I also really like Arrested Development. Rewatching that stuff is the bomb.

I dunno. Here I am.
~Nymph