tonight's quiet, all the honors english kids went into boston to see a play they'll leave halfway through. this is really more your kind of thing, kate tells me between bursts of aerosol hairspray, why are russians so boring anyway? I help her pick out a sweater to match her white stilettos.
aimee's devasted about not getting in the show, not even making callbacks. (I was slightly relieved, it would've been hard to make uncle steve sit through the vagina monlogues. ) we ate lunch between classes, she talked about not knowing what to do with her life. it was all planned out last year, she says. now I'm terrified. everyone here is, I tell her. she says, I never wanted to be famous. I just wanted to do something I love. I tell her about books on tape, and she smiles.
in tech we worked with pneumatic nail drivers and screw guns, accompanied by the usual jokes. two classes left, and we put pennies in the vice and bent them into hearts. mike rose said something about sexual tension, but no ones pays attention to him anymore.
happy december.
this means I should probably start wearing a real coat in salem. but there's something romantic about a blazer and a scarf. it almost makes you forget you're not standing in a circle.
ash @ 8:23 PM