a singaporean girl sits alone in the lightroom, wearing an old-fashioned pilot-like headset leaning against a metal cupboard trying to focus but still falling asleep on jon stewart's america 'the book' while pretending to be focused upon the lighting situation on some guy's talk about globalization, talking about friends' phoebe's "smelly cat" to george surya and marty on the phone
i got a free dinner today! put papa john's on the tab
i've climbed up to the light loft where the insulation padding sticks out in cotton candy colors in tufts, adjusted the panels to fit the spotlights onto the stage. remember thinking "man, this'd be one of the wackiest make-out spots in school, especially when there's the actual danger of plunging several feet down into the empty audience seats below"
and now, tonight i shall NOT sleep. i'll do my work till daybreak and sleep after class
juice.susceptible had time to talk trash at 3:51 PM
august 2014. how time flies! i still feel like i have so much more growing up to do. :)
funny how life changes forever with the most miniscule of happenings. the startled meeting of two surreptitious glances in the mirror, the sudden dangled offering of purchase of free flight. the thin results slip, the inconspicuous admissions letter. the bad phone call, a moment's folly of taking advantage of someone. the last thoughtless caustic remark that pushes a strained friendship over the edge. i love/hate life. and i know it's a loan.