In shock.

Just a heads up- this post won’t be all bubbly and silly, which is characteristic of me, so just bear with me for a little bit, please?
One of my friends from elementary school passed away yesterday morning in a car accident. He would have been 17 this September 11th. I found out just a few moments ago, and I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact that he’s gone. I remember him so clearly, it seems impossible for this to actually have happened. I have many different memories of him, from preschool all the way up until sixth grade- I’ve known him for a good chunk of my life.
I remember taking the AIMS test with him, and noticing how I liked the way his brown hair flopped over his forehead, when I became class president and let the boys have a sports day and having him run in all sweaty and gross, even just memories of us teasing each other. It’s all too recent, isn’t it? It’s weird how he’s just… not here anymore.
And I know he’s in a better place, and I know we’ll see each other again, but I keep thinking of how he won’t become a father, and how he is gonna miss growing up, and it’s so strange to me. We were so close in age.
It kind of freaked me out a bit, because what if that was me? It puts things into perspective a little bit- I’m not invincible. It could literally happen any time, so I need to be living the kind of life I won’t regret.
You will be missed, Jeff. Thanks for being a friend.

-DQ#1

In shock.

Just a heads up- this post won’t be all bubbly and silly, which is characteristic of me, so just bear with me for a little bit, please?
One of my friends from elementary school passed away yesterday morning in a car accident. He would have been 17 this September 11th. I found out just a few moments ago, and I still can’t wrap my mind around the fact that he’s gone. I remember him so clearly, it seems impossible for this to actually have happened. I have many different memories of him, from preschool all the way up until sixth grade- I’ve known him for a good chunk of my life.
I remember taking the AIMS test with him, and noticing how I liked the way his brown hair flopped over his forehead, when I became class president and let the boys have a sports day and having him run in all sweaty and gross, even just memories of us teasing each other. It’s all too recent, isn’t it? It’s weird how he’s just… not here anymore.
And I know he’s in a better place, and I know we’ll see each other again, but I keep thinking of how he won’t become a father, and how he is gonna miss growing up, and it’s so strange to me. We were so close in age.
It kind of freaked me out a bit, because what if that was me? It puts things into perspective a little bit- I’m not invincible. It could literally happen any time, so I need to be living the kind of life I won’t regret.
You will be missed, Jeff. Thanks for being a friend.

-DQ#1

I’m over it.

I decided to be happy about getting in… Because not only is it something I really, really, REALLY wanted to do, it’s kind of an honor of sorts to be chosen. There were more than a hundred auditionees, and out of all of them, they chose me as one of their characters. Plus, it’ll be my first time playing more than one character, so this should be unique. I’m already planning specific characteristical (let’s pretend that’s a word) differences between them, and I’m already writing a funny bio paragraph for the program. I’m gonna squeeze everything I can out of this!
Show times will be October 18-22, and I’m so excited! I’ve been trying not to sing songs from the PJG, trying to be sensitive to others, but golly it’s hard. My first rehearsal is this Friday, and I’m counting down until I can start learning everything. The cool thing about this? It was one of my resolutions for the new year, getting into at least two plays- and well, it happened! This will me my second play this year. Technically, my third if you count The American Dream. But whatever… I’M IN!! I’m finally allowing myself to just bask in that thought. It’s a relief.

-DQ#1

I’m over it.

I decided to be happy about getting in… Because not only is it something I really, really, REALLY wanted to do, it’s kind of an honor of sorts to be chosen. There were more than a hundred auditionees, and out of all of them, they chose me as one of their characters. Plus, it’ll be my first time playing more than one character, so this should be unique. I’m already planning specific characteristical (let’s pretend that’s a word) differences between them, and I’m already writing a funny bio paragraph for the program. I’m gonna squeeze everything I can out of this!
Show times will be October 18-22, and I’m so excited! I’ve been trying not to sing songs from the PJG, trying to be sensitive to others, but golly it’s hard. My first rehearsal is this Friday, and I’m counting down until I can start learning everything. The cool thing about this? It was one of my resolutions for the new year, getting into at least two plays- and well, it happened! This will me my second play this year. Technically, my third if you count The American Dream. But whatever… I’M IN!! I’m finally allowing myself to just bask in that thought. It’s a relief.

-DQ#1

Bittersweet

Well, I made it into the Pajama Game, and I feel awful about it. Why? Because my three friends and two sisters didn’t make it in.
From the get-go, I felt pretty confident about the audition and had a faint feeling I’d get in- I’m NOT trying to be snooty, just honest. The one worry I had was about my sisters and friends not getting in.
But I really, really wanted this.
So I am now Mara/Virginia, and I’m trying to pep myself up. The most frustrating part for me is I didn’t get that feeling- the swooping, up-and-down sensation in your stomach that feels weird and crazy and great, and something you want to keep happening, because it means good news.
Yeah… it was kinda spoiled.
Darn those sympathetic emotions.

-DQ#1

Bittersweet

Well, I made it into the Pajama Game, and I feel awful about it. Why? Because my three friends and two sisters didn’t make it in.
From the get-go, I felt pretty confident about the audition and had a faint feeling I’d get in- I’m NOT trying to be snooty, just honest. The one worry I had was about my sisters and friends not getting in.
But I really, really wanted this.
So I am now Mara/Virginia, and I’m trying to pep myself up. The most frustrating part for me is I didn’t get that feeling- the swooping, up-and-down sensation in your stomach that feels weird and crazy and great, and something you want to keep happening, because it means good news.
Yeah… it was kinda spoiled.
Darn those sympathetic emotions.

-DQ#1