two days, i miss the clacking of keyboards.

an eventful couple of days, i think i've been trying to compensate for the nervousness i'll be feeling on tuesday:/not pleasant, but hey, can't be helped. so forget that.

went to meizhi's today to get all the rehearsals done. abital was reading the eclipse book by stephanie meyer and natasha said it was good, SO YES, meizhi lent me her copy. shh, let me just dwell in book world for a while. much more interesting than worrying about eoy marks or trying to convince myself that will smith is 20 .

i feel bad for being so blasè about writing. it's not like i don't enjoy it anymore, it's just maybe a different kind of interaction i feel with it, if you catch my drift. i'm not so much dependent on being able to build characters out of words, than i am with a pencil. with a pencil, there are strokes and curves. with words, there are strokes and curves but in a different way. and so far, my connection with that (i won't say has been faltering) but has been, fused. i think it's somehow because i don't feel the need for characters when there's so much to deal with in reality. funny how that happens huh? but i've picked myself away from that and back to writing. :D i've got heckuva story to weave.