Away Game

I'm so lazy. Here I am, across the street from school, and there's homecoming and the dance going on. I'm not low on money, and my band friends are naturallly there tooting to full extent.

Who knows? We might win tonight. We have twice already so far this year.

But maybe I'm preoccupied about things, right now.

I realized how crappy the lights really were for drama. They are plain and natural. And here I was thinking that that was cool. If I dim them a bit it gives a yellowy tint, but thats it. So here I am producing a cheesy high school drama show. Doing the lights is ok. I'd rather be on stage, but sometimes it feels that Greenie really doesn't like me. She came up to me during rehearsal yesterday after school and frankly pointed out that the lights were too plain for the first shows. Now I know she's, what, seven months pregenant now, so its not her fault for being a little peeved. She's put a lot of work into this. And, I dunno, it always feels like I have to be making something up. I did my cues on time. I wrote them all down into the scripts. And now it does feel bland.

But who am I kidding? The show's gonna be awesome and everyone will laugh (Why? Because!) and it will be smooth. The sound will be awesome, the set will look awesome, and the costumes will look amazing!

Something's lacking here; if I only knew what.

I remember last year when I was awarded Duke for homecoming, so maybe this is a feeble protest. Penguinicity my ass. Who are the teachers to decide? I'm glad so many people didn't take it seriously and BSed the ballot. I remember watching my first high school football game, sitting by my band friends, and then hanging out at the dance, where I bothered to wear a formal shirt, and did the slow dance with Marina Duvall, though it didn't really mean anything. Then being crowned with one of those rave neck things that glow in the dark, and then when I got home the green stuff spilled a biit on the carpet so the way to the kitchen was now lit.

I wonder what color my eyes are right now. They are hazel, after all.