Blurring the edges so they blend together properly.

So my life is nothing but a giant theme party.

Last week's theme was suck.

This week's theme is AWKWARD.

Monday was the mother of all awkward days, nothing was particularly awkward yesterday (well not in a way that directly affects me), and I am fully prepared for the awkwardness that today and tomorrow and the day after and the day after that will bring.

Let's start from the beginning. monday I was macked on, and romantic advances are always awkward. I won't get into it because my ego doesn't get that big. But then, at the Carl Phillips reading I had to go to for class, I bump into my studies in drama professor. We catch up, its cute. But then. But then. Then he proceeds to correct me on a quote I attributed to him in livejournal. IN DECEMBER. And then I proceeded to get creeped the fuck out because my teacher READ MY LIVEJOURNAL. Well I guess I shouldn't be shocked because its linked on my facebook. Maybe a few other places as well, I can't remember. Maybe he googled himself. I'm glad there's this little sanctuary where I have not shamelessly linked and nobody knows about my horrific crushes and trainwreck love life.

Things that my old Professor now could know about me:
-I kissed a former student of his that I'm pretty sure he is on VERY good terms with.
-I have a crush on aformentioned former student
-I procrastinated the FUCK out of the final paper for his class.
-I secretly aspire to act.
-I had a fleeting crush on a student IN the class
-I got stoned the night of Central/Western
-I have a sobriety problem
-Tony issues.
-I am a shitty, shitty writer.

I can be a poetess.

I wish it was spring.

I wish for Spring to awaken me.

Art is hard.