I can't wait to get to Ohio Wesleyan. I'm sick of being at home. I'm sick of my family. I'm sick of them not understanding theatre. I'm sick of them not understanding the commitments that I make are more important than anything to me. I really am a "the show must go on" person. They think it's just some stupid hobby. All they talk about is how my priorities are backwards and theatre should be the last thing one my mind and I'm sick of it!... Of course that's not the only thing I'm waiting for... There's a girl (Shock and Awe right? you would of never saw it coming from me right?) I've been talking to her almost everyday since StART. She seems really into me, but maybe I'm just confusing it all for wanting to be really good friends. Idek what I'd be looking for anyway in wanting more from her? Are you lost yet cause I am?... So I guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens... We're both in Thompson and we've already planned sleep overs and movie nights and she's coming up to see Cabaret, but Idk if it's just best friends or something else... maybe it's that fact that we've only talked face to face for two days... is this silly? idek. 

Melchior:
Where I go, when i go there,
No more memory anymore-
Only men on distant ships,
The women with them, swimming with them, to shore...

Moritz:
Where I go, when I go there,
No more whispering anymore-
Only hymns upon your lips;
A mystic wisdom, rising with them, to shore...

Ernst:
Touch me-just like that.
And that-oh, yeah-now, that's heaven.
Now, that I like.
God that's so nice.
Now lower down, where the figs lie...

Chorus: (Sung behind spoken lines.)
Oh Oh my God, Oh Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh Oh my God, Oh Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. Touch me!

Moritz: (Spoken)
Still, you must admit, with the two anatomies, it truly is daunting.
I mean how everything might..

Melchior: (Spoken)
Measure up?

Moritz: (Spoken)
Not that I'm saying I wouldn't...I wouldn't want to not...would ever not want to...

Melchior: (Spoken)
Moritz?

Moritz: (Spoken)
I have to go.

Melchior: (Spoken)
Moritz, wait.

Otto:
Where I go when I go there,
No more shadows anymore-
Only men with golden fins;
The rythm in them, rocking with them, to shore...

Georg:
Where I go when I go there,
no more weeping anymore.
Only in and out your lips;
the broken wishes, washing with them, to shore.

All:
Touch me-all silent.
Tell me-please-all is forgiven.
Consume my wine.
Consume my mind.
I'll tell you how, how the winds sigh...

Touch me-just try it.
Now there-that's it-God that's heavan.
Touch me.
I'll love your light.
I'll love you right...
We'll wander down, where the sins lie...

Touch me-just like that.
Now lower down, where the sins lie...

Love me-just for bit...
We'll wander down, where the winds sigh...
Where the winds sigh...
Where the winds sigh...

I'm currently reading "Choke" by Chuck Palahniuk and let me tell you, if I could write like Chuck I'd die happy. I just love his style because it's so honest and it is actually like thought process. It's just amazing. It's about a sex addict with a psychotic mother in a nut house so to pay for his mom's room he goes to restaurants every night and pretends to choke and than lets somebody save him so they send him money and take care of him because they gave him the gift of life. It's a really interesting look into selfishness. He does this to get money from people but by doing this he gives people everything they ever wanted. I mean come one, who doesn't want to say that they saved someone's life, who doesn't want to be a hero?... have you ever read a book or heard a song and that song or that book or song just explains everything you've been feeling? And than have you thought that maybe you're just being weird and you're just using this to explain something that you can't explain? Idk... I probably sound psychotic.

I am now officially a Battling Bishop of Ohio Wesleyan University!!! =)