men

are men.

whatever space and time happened to widen the gap between the night of that date and the night you see each other once again is never forgotten. burned and branded into gray matter, and humility is the page ripped from the lesson plan and folded neatly into your pocket. like the slopes and falls of mountains, like an hour in the stock market.

whatever space and time happened to widen the gap between the night of that date and the night you see each other once again is forgotten completely. oh hey, nice to see you again! he doesn't care. get over it, get over your damn self. it was obviously not that momentous an occasion in his life, so don't dwell on it.

live, learn, and let it be.

.........

aside: this week is busy. did a re-take of my interview scene today, shooting myself and the lead male as older personas tomorrow, shooting more on friday. saturday is the prom i was invited to. work right on the tail end of that. need to go shopping, need to call central and warn them that my final transcript won't arrive until after summer quarter.

after watching the latest terminator flick with my father and brother (there was a marathon this weekend, i kid you not), as well as viewing quite a few of the star trek trailers, i have now decided to watch anton yelchin. i mean seriously--the kid had major credits in two films playing in the same theater. give him props. give him major props.

these next couple of weeks will wreak havoc on a potential ulcer i can feel in my stomach lining. the four ounces of pure, sugary strawberry juice that i downed for a dollar during my shift today probably won't help. there goes three years and any hope of muscle i thought i had. ilck. plus there are people i have to hang out with before they leave for good (sarah!!! oh dear, i'll start tearing up) or people i just haven't chilled with in a long time ('sup, vana. tara. like anyone reads this online excuse for a rag.).

i'll be busy making up a two-credit course over the summer. i did this to myself. i am learning the hard way. i think i can handle it, but it looks like no minnesota trip for august.

oy vey. do i have the right to say that? i'll say it again anyway: oy freakin' vey. the goddamn poodles.

-d