Yeah. I know. I have no idea why I cried, actually... I might have been thinking about James (after all, my role was remarkably similar to his) or it might have just been a part of me I didn't know about. But I think that if I did that scene again, the same thing would happen. YJ says it's scary. ^_^ Because, according to her, if you can just cry like that then it probably means that there's something you're really upset about, which there isn't. Okay, maybe I ought to be upset about the Literature thing (hey, you don't tell me about meetings, how the hell am I supposed to know that I should attend), but I've given up being upset over that. I'll just repair this sorry thing as much as I decently can and after that I don't care what happens. But anyway, back to the topic. I wasn't so much upset as happy. I mean, to realise that I could still act. So yeah. But maybe it was scary. Boy am I glad I cut my nails - I was grinding them against my palms the whole time the teacher was talking to us at recess. Sad, really, that it had to come to this. But never mind. I shall not bother.

YJ's really nice. Okay, very out of context, and probably very obvious, but yeah. It's the truth, even if some people won't believe it. And I just had to go freak her out with that. Oh yeah, she went and washed her hair in the school sink (y'know, the one at the squash toilet) because someone sneezed on her and she didn't want to carry the germs home. She said she'd bathe if she could, but anyway, there wasn't enough time or soap and she didn't have a change of clothes. So we spent some time contemplating what to do with her wet hair and, after considering some weird ideas like wiping it with her jacket, decided to just stand on the track, let it dry, and pray to no deity in particular that people wouldn't look her way. Quite funny really. Did I mention she smells like conditioner? Although it's just baby shampoo really. Hey, don't blame me. I was standing half a metre away.

Ah well. I'm considering changing the url for this thing.

Aerin