Ah, blogger. Long lost love... well, 24 hours lost but anyways

Currently got back from eating out. Applebee's. Patty melt with peppered fries and a virgin pina colada. Miscellanious conversations (with the family) in the intimate light fixtures where the lamps hang from the ceiling and give the sense that you're being interogated in some police station.

And, oh yes, my grandma sits across the table from me, looking like a deer in the headlights trying to decipher exactly what we're saying...

Regardless, I'm contented.

Earlier that evening was the church summer/spring concerto. For being a rather unorganized event (made ever so evident with all the rehearsal chaos) it went rather well. Sure, the whole point of the concert was the exhaultation of our illustrious diva-choir director Didi, but my group's solo song went great. Sure, we only sung one song due to the fact that half of our group only showed up, but oh well. We got a standing ovation, so that's all that matters.

Performing under the hot stage lights with the spotlight blinding me so I could only see the first three rows of audience, and moving with the up-tempo jazz beat... Made me realize that damn I miss performing! Sure, I could do without the show choir and extreme choreography. The stupid cuberbund and the neck strangling ties... they need to go.

Another stereotype of gayness that I follow, yes. I'm a theatre addict. I love acting. But, why did I choose to do art as my major then? Because I love art better than acting... Not to mention that halfway through the year I find out how much favoritism runs in that school. Still, I'm trying out for every goddamn show next year. Oh yeah!