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Let Me Take A Deep Breath, Babe
Jul. 24th, 2004 10:12 pmWhat a strange day. Strange, and not without confusion, but still good for all that.
Went to Geckos. Saw one of my philosophy professors there, which was a bit weird, but not as much as running into teachers I had in high school there. And later when I was sitting with Eric and Amanda, David of all people walked in. He was one of the mackerel in Methods, and as far as I know, doesn't drink. So I don't know what he was doing in a bar. Something that required talking with the manager, apparently. Eric talked with him briefly, but I forgot to ask about it.
When I got home, there was a message on the answering machine for me. I've finally heard back about the audition I did last week. I think it was my first successful acting audition ever. (Unless you count TitM - I was guaranteed something with that, but I did get a pretty big part.) The message wasn't entirely distinct, but something about calling back (thank god for caller ID!) and reading something. So, tomorrow I call and find out what's what.
Today just hasn't been my day for fully understanding things people say to me.
Things with Naniel were completely unspoken, and as such, I'm still not sure what "things" were, exactly. But words can conceal just as much as they reveal. I started the evening by haning out with Eric and Amanda. Then Amanda left to have dinner with her family. So it was just me and a very tired Eric. He hadn't slept much and it had been a rather crazy day at work. I was ready to chalk everything up to that; I know quite well how incoherent lack of sleep can make a person get. But then he started apologizing for I don't know what and saying a bunch of things but probably only half of what was on his mind, and now I'm just confused. And I don't know what I'm forgiving him for. He seems to think he's treated me badly, but I don't feel wronged at all. Perhaps I would, if I dared admit that I understand more than I say I do. But that came later, after he brought it up.
I almost feel like I've been very amicably broken up with. Pre-emptively broken up with? I don't know. It's unclear enough to be ignored. Doesn't have to make a difference as far as friendship is concerned.
There is one thing, though, that I don't have to guess at, and it doesn't involve me.
On the upside, he paid for my drinks.
Went to Geckos. Saw one of my philosophy professors there, which was a bit weird, but not as much as running into teachers I had in high school there. And later when I was sitting with Eric and Amanda, David of all people walked in. He was one of the mackerel in Methods, and as far as I know, doesn't drink. So I don't know what he was doing in a bar. Something that required talking with the manager, apparently. Eric talked with him briefly, but I forgot to ask about it.
When I got home, there was a message on the answering machine for me. I've finally heard back about the audition I did last week. I think it was my first successful acting audition ever. (Unless you count TitM - I was guaranteed something with that, but I did get a pretty big part.) The message wasn't entirely distinct, but something about calling back (thank god for caller ID!) and reading something. So, tomorrow I call and find out what's what.
Today just hasn't been my day for fully understanding things people say to me.
Things with Naniel were completely unspoken, and as such, I'm still not sure what "things" were, exactly. But words can conceal just as much as they reveal. I started the evening by haning out with Eric and Amanda. Then Amanda left to have dinner with her family. So it was just me and a very tired Eric. He hadn't slept much and it had been a rather crazy day at work. I was ready to chalk everything up to that; I know quite well how incoherent lack of sleep can make a person get. But then he started apologizing for I don't know what and saying a bunch of things but probably only half of what was on his mind, and now I'm just confused. And I don't know what I'm forgiving him for. He seems to think he's treated me badly, but I don't feel wronged at all. Perhaps I would, if I dared admit that I understand more than I say I do. But that came later, after he brought it up.
I almost feel like I've been very amicably broken up with. Pre-emptively broken up with? I don't know. It's unclear enough to be ignored. Doesn't have to make a difference as far as friendship is concerned.
There is one thing, though, that I don't have to guess at, and it doesn't involve me.
On the upside, he paid for my drinks.
