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Drama Boys I've found my calling!Ok. I haven't at all. I'm joining drama club. Why? Because it will be good for me. It will. I'm too spazzy, too insecure, more insecure than people may know. Eva dragged me into the drama Christmas party today, and I sat back to watch. I can't imagine getting up there and doing those odd little improv games and singing and yelling and jumping people at random, at least not without feeling completely stupid or completely high. So I'm forcing myself to do it. Isn't that a good attitude? I need some discipline, dammit! I'm doing it. Plus, drama boys are cute. (Why don't I just stop apologizing for being shallow? We all have our ulterior motives.) Friend's Adorable Brother--who I've only spoken to once and I'm sure he can't remember me--grabbed me around the waist and practically flew me through the air and into his clump of people during a game called "Don't Push Me Out." Another boy could be Jacques' twin. And they're all just so nice. There's a girl, Andrea, and she has (I'm guessing) Down Syndrome. She's loud and not at all shy, and most people avoid her, or are nice enough to her face until they turn around to their friends to giggle about her. But these boys, they slow danced to Christmas music with her, they let her jump on them, all without the slightest roll of an eye or "please help me" look to a friend. If it doesn't work out, I'll just quit going. (That's the spirit!) It's only a meeting a month. Right? Right. Off to the sister's chorus performance. Fa la la.
2003-11-15 @ 6:31 p.m. |