Catching Up

Right, been a hell of a past few weeks. Hence the blog posts being absent. First and FAR most, I have got a boyfriend. Aaron is the best thing that has happened to me in a while. Seriously. I absolutely adore him, and that's part of the reason I'm writing this right now. I am bored as frell right now because 1, he can't talk to me and 2, there is literally NOTHING to do. I am bored out of my bloody mind, and am seriously going insane.

Second. This happened a few weeks ago. I know I left the boyfriend topic pretty quickly, but I WILL get back to it in a moment. This is why it's called catching up. -.- I was in a play the fifteenth and sixteenth of May, it was called the 'Children of Hercules'. Technically I was only in the first showing because the second one was canceled. As far as I am aware, no body actually turned up.

Third. I tried out for another play. 'Night of the Living Dead' has eight main characters and I tried out for Barbra. I think I might MAYBE get the part. I don't know. I didn't stick around to see what I was up against. Call backs are on Tuesday, and you shall get your answer then.

Fourth. I tried out for RCP, (River City Players) which is the higher ranked acting class at my school. Sadly I didn't make it and so that took my moral and selfesteem down by SEVERAL notches.

Fifth. Doctor Who has gone onto it's fifth episode and so far it is BRILLIANT. Rebel Flesh being the most recent, was a fantastic episode that I absolutely enjoyed thoroughly. Fantastic bit of writing that was.

Sixth. I hate certain people and refuse to tell them.

Seventh. I am going to Arizona very soon.

Eighth. School is nearly out. Only about three days left, we get out the second of June, and we don't have school on Monday so that is totally brilliant.

Ninth. I'm getting new glasses the third of June.

Tenth. I'm getting my braces off in July at some point.

Eleventh. I am going to be sixteen. Innit scary?

Right, back to number one. Aaron Markert is totally amazing and the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. He is brilliant, a whovian, addicted to Primeval, a piano AND violin player, a Sherlockian, and now my boyfriend. At first I thought I was attracted to him to distract myself from the evil gaze of the ginger one. Then later it turned into real affection and we started to date. He still has yet to kiss my lips. He kisses my head, but that's about it. Anger. Anger. Anger. Anyway. He missed his bus purposely to see me try out for 'Night of the Living Dead' even though I told him not too. Cheeky bugger.

Anyway, I know no one actually reads this, but it's a good thing for me to have considering I don't actually write in a diary. I mean I have one from ages ago that I haven't written in for MONTHS but I don't count that. Blogging for the win!