10.29.2004

Rocky Horror, Jenna...
dramatic tellings of all kinds

I find it absurd that I haven't written more about happenings with Jenna, or about Rocky Horror. The point of a journal is to keep track of one's life after all.

Last Rocky rehearsal was tonight. Long, long—four and a half hours. A noticeable level of tension, perhaps nerves, but also the director still clashing with the cast. After, eight of us went to Denny's. I brought my camera then forgot it. Earlier I had gone into one of the abandoned buildings and got some nice pictures.

Feeling I should be with Jenna more often since that seems to be what she wants. I dunno. We went to the beach and made out on... Tuesday? Things move so fast; I have a different life than I did a week ago. I like her but don't know where to take things. On Monday I felt in control of my life and now I feel along for the metaphysical ride.

Oh yes, after Denny's I went over to someone's place, the guy playing Frank-n-furter, and I had drinks with him. A girl in the cast (who was not drinking) attention-whored herself for the next two hours or so. There were good vibes but mostly because he and I forced our good vibes upon her. It wasn't unpleasant, only strange in a novel way.

Tonight I sleep, for tomorrow I cannot. Big day.