Wow...

Okay, so the past weekends have been pretty interesting. I may end up going backwards to get my thoughts flowing better.

So this weekend I had play stuff to do.
Yay.
I don't even have an acting part. I press buttons. And create music. And screams. Stage Manager.
Yay.
On the up side I get to voice my opinion about things and am in charge of everyone else. HAH. Well, everyone except Ms. Principal. Gah.
The first performance went pretty well, I had fun before hand... you know, talking with everyone and all that. The second performance was good too, the ending got a tiny bit choppy... but not so the audience could notice. Afterwards, Ms. English Teacher wanted to get a cast photo for the yearbook... No wait, this was the first performance. My bad. ANYWAYS, I'm all trying to get people's attention for to get them back on stage for a picture. SHOUTING. Then the Jubbler, who was there, shouts, "HEY!" really REALLY loudly. People turn and look at him then go back to talking.
Then Ms. Principal walks up behind everyone and their parents. "Hey, guys. We have to take a cast photo, back on stage."
And everyone shuts up.
Totally fair isn't it?

Spazm is off in the Bahamas. Flying over the Bermuda Triangle. She's pretty damn scared. She hates flying and is pretty superstitious so...
She's probably off chilling in the hotel pouting about how life sucks cause she's stuck in the Bahamas with her family.
Hah.

I went to another CONvergence meeting with the Jubbler and my other best friend whom I shall call... 3M. It was fun, in a boring kind of way. Good information and such, I think the highlight for me was talking about teen attendance and such. People were all asking for my opinions and such, pretty cool.
We were rushing out of there cause I had to go to the second play performance.
And my sister put peanut butter on the Jubbler's face.
He's allergic to peanut butter.
Ohhh sheit.
He was saying that it's okay, he doesn't think anything bad will happen. I'm still nervous. I'm worried that his throat will swell up and he won't be able to breathe, since he said that that was what happened years ago.
For a quick sum-up of our back story. We met in 4th grade and became friends. He had a crush on me. And still does.
Anyways, so we're driving back and I turn around to check on him.
His eyes are closed and his head is leaning against the window.
Heart skips a beat.
I ask my sister to check if he's breathing. She says he is. But I can't see anything. So I'm freaking out on the inside. I kept checking back to see if he was breathing, or would wake up.
He was breathing shallowly and wouldn't wake up.
He had gotten approximately one hour of sleep last night, so I don't know if he's sleeping or passed out.
As we're getting near the school tears are starting to form and I'm holding them back.
See, my problem is... I don't know if I 'like' him or not. I didn't in 4th grade and there was a big dealio with that... but he's one of my best friends and is always there for me.
And lately I've been feeling things that I don't know what they are.
And now he could be dying or something.
We get to the school and I go in the building, into the room we're hiding out in, and into the corner. Holding back tears and pacing.
I can't hold them back.
People are asking if I'm okay since I'm quiet and standing in a corner without saying "hi." Irritant comes over and sees that I'm trying not to cry. She asks what's wrong and I can't tell her. I don't want to start full out crying and I know I will if I talk about it.
She supported me and told people to not ask too many questions.
On the upside of that time, one of the play cast whom is my friend and whom I shall call... umm... Gaaaahhhhh.... Micah I guess. That may change. Anyways, she liked my story that I've started up for the like, fourth time.
Then Ms. Principal came in and starts talking. I'm sitting on a stack of chairs with a Kleenex in my hand and she asks me and other stage manager what our opinion was of our first performance. Other Stage Manager, she controls the lights, didn't look like she knew what to say. So I start talking. And guess what. I start getting all choked up as I talk. GAHHH!
Then me and Other Stage Manager head off towards the stage.
As we're walking down the hallway I see the Jubbler standing in the hallway.
I hug him. And I told him that he scared me so much.
Then we go to the stage and I've got happy light feeling that he's okay. I'm still all choked up and such. But I sure as hell am relieved.
Afterwards we went to Grand Old Creamery for a cast party. I said Hi, Bye and then wen't to Baker's Square for a late dinner.

So today he's still over. I got Silence of the Lambs and a new Nickelback CD from Best Buy. While we're in my room he loses his cell phone. His parents are gonna kill him, he said. He's trying not to cry because we had FOUND it before and used that to let him stay longer. His parents are gonna be MAD.
So he's trying not to cry and I don't know what to do.
I grab his hand to comfort him.
We sat there, holding hands.
His parents came, and I went out to be polite and all that. He comes out a few minutes later. (Mom was talking with his dad.) He leaves.
I go back in the room and my CD player is paused on a song.
It's "Far Away" on my new CD.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AGTy69tO_XM
Oh my god.
Then he comes back in quickly as I'm about to close my door. And he hugs me.
Oh my god.
He leaves. I have a lump in my throat.
Oh my god.

... wow.

Name update: Nope, still stuck with Kitty.