Wow, somebody actually showed me where the computer labs here are! How very nice of them.
I’m on my break right now and figured I’d take the time to make an entry. When was my last one? I forget.
So much has happened in the past… time since my last post, it is unreal. How can I know if I can’t remember when I posted last? I have no clue, but here it goes anyway…
First, Oliver and I went on a date. Not like the shopping trip to buy Dennis’ birthday gifts (did we ever have a party for him? I totally can’t remember…) but an actual
date date. We went on a picnic by the ocean. It was really nice, I enjoyed myself tremendously. We’ve gotten along so quickly, I wonder if either of us will put on the breaks. Or at least coast to a stop.
I actually guess it was inevitable. I mean, the Sunday morning before last (like super early) we dyed Dennis’ hair, and actually I’d much rather forget all what went on that morning. Let me just say that Dennis is marked. I swear, if he upsets Oliver
one more time the Network will have to find ANOTHER replacement.
Oh yeah, that was a really weird thing. This MBC Rep guy woke us up early on Friday and sent us all back home. No warning, no reason. They just shoved money, a ticket, and a suitcase into our hands and shipped us off to the airport. No one took their cars or anything.
Mom’s all excited and happy for me about Oliver. Dad’s finally warmed up to the
idea of my being gay. He still needs to work out about me being on a television show and the fact that I share a room with Oliver. (I didn’t think it would help the situation if I told him we’ve shared beds and such together.) Mom wants to see a photo of him and told me to quit dying my hair. She didn’t say anything about my contacts. Her last words before I left were “don’t you DARE get a tattoo.” Don’t worry, Mom. It’d ruin my tan.
Speaking of, I haven’t sunbathed in a while.
So then we’re all back at the house and we discover that Kojima’s left and there’s a new guy. His name is Sasha and here is where I write a novel about him, but I wasn’t really paying attention to him. Dennis is up to something and I don’t like it one bit. If he’s trying to mess with my mind, he’ll be sorely disappointed to know that…
I don’t even know if I should say it! I’m super happy with Oliver. And he’s happy with me. I don’t know who all reads these journals either. If a Rep does then we’d get pulled away from each other. I don’t want that.
I feel so terrible too. Just when we’ve reached this comfortable level, I disappear. I need to write him an e-mail and tell him why I’ve been missing. I got this job writing this musical with these two playwrights. They are SO difficult to work with and just when we think the songs are perfect they pop up the next HOUR with a new scene or want to change three notes to “improve the mood.” And that, of course, alters the entire score.
Poor grammar today. I never said I was a writer! They obviously don’t think so, anyway.
I miss my Oli. He enjoyed his gift though. I wish the weekend would get here faster so we can go to the aquarium together! I think that is the only thought keeping me sane around here.
Well, better grab something to eat real quick before… oh shit… here they come…