How it's going...

Well, Josh, my love, I believe at this point you are the only one who reads this thing, I shall address this message to you. My friend made this journal for me back in middle school, I think, and I used it for a brief while, read only by one or two people ever. It's been abandoned for about five years, but since you're on LiveJournal now, I think I shall use it as my means of keeping in contact with you. 

I'm sorry I haven't been on AIM much lately. Or really, at all. I know it's trite, and not an excuse, but I've been very busy. Both with Faustus and with Alice. Faustus, by the way, went phenomenally. You would have been so proud of your little drama club. Everything was great-- literally nothing sucked, and that's saying a lot. The set got built the Monday beforehand, but it still looked fabulous, and the costumes didn't get done quickly or easily, but they turned out great too. And the show was exceptionally well-acted. Jared was excellent; he worked so hard and has so much natural talent that he carried an immensely difficult show and impressed everyone. My parents were incredibly impressed, and Matt even doffed his hat in a show of respect. That was kind of amazing. I met Jared's parents, too. Fortunately their impression of me wasn't too bad. Jared tells me they liked me, and I guess he wouldn't lie. ;-) Of course, I loved what Matt said just beforehand-- "Uh, do they know you're Catholic?" Heehee. Well, I had no idea. I think they must have by the end of the show, because I had to mention in my bio "my typically Catholic fascination with Hell." :-D In all honesty, I don't think they care, but Matt really made me laugh when he asked.

I'll miss it. Like I miss you. Now I have to focus on Alice. I'm trying not to think of how much work I have ahead of me. I can do it, I know I can, but still, it's daunting to think about. I've got eight of twenty-seven sheets done, but if I can stick to the schedule I've set for myself, I'll be fine. Wish me luck, love. Sadly, Alice is kind of the reason I haven't been online much. I think to myself "You need to work, you have to get this done, and if you're on AIM you won't be able to focus." I do apologize for that. I just have to budget my time as well as I can. 

Well, I'd better get back to work. I love you, and I shall loyally read your journal to know what you're doing. I promise to write as often as I can, and even get on that damnable AIM. I miss you, Josh, and I'm thinking about you.