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Tuesday August 23, 05
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08:08 PM - The harsh truth of the camera eye
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We had to get headshots today for the play. I wasn't pleased - at all - how my pictures turned out. I can't do anything about it, though. He'll pick the best one in his opinion, he said, (in his opinion??) for the playbill. My head is killing me and I've got WAY too much makeup on right now from those pictures. I love the art of applying makeup - to other people. I don't like it on me, however. I don't like the feel of it. Even if it's just mineral makeup - it still feels heavy to me.
The guy I mentioned before is moving back home in two weeks, so there really isn't any point in getting to know him better. I mean...I could, I guess. He invited me last week one evening to meet him and some of the other people from the theatre for dinner after the play, but I didn't go. Nope...I didn't go. This was, of course, after he told me he was moving back home. Home for him is something like 1000 miles away from here. The news made me feel really sad and I lost the enthusiastic drive I had to get to know him better. This was, I'm quite aware, the wrong thing to do. But I really didn't know what else to do. It was best for me not to go, actually, because I don't hide my feelings that well and it would have been quite obvious that something was bothering me. Yes, better to go home than to sit around a table while every ten minutes someone's asking, "Are you okay? You look upset". I hate that.
Well, I need to go wash off this mask and try to get some rest. I could use a drink, acutally. But all I've got in the fridge is Diet Mountain Dew. At least it's caffein free, right? :*(
There is another world There is a better world Well, there must be... There must be...
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