Besides beign the day of ultimage sugary indulgence, today's also the last day of October. I had my last Maodern Physical class, my last High Comedy (and I didn't have to perform - I got to watch my classmates, which was fantastic), and soon my last Stage Combat. Modern Physical was simply amusing, since we imitated each other for the class. I only got mimicked twice - once by the girl who drew my name at the beginning of term, and once by Chip, of coruse. It's so strange, that friendship - if you can even really call it that. We hang out together, people automatically assume we're doing stuff (plays and whatnot) together, but I don't feel especially clsoe to him. I can't honestly see us really contacting each other after we leave. Who knows, though?
I also got a shoulder rub from my scene partner yesterday as we were running lines, which I definetely needed - I jammed my left shoulder somehow, and it hurt like mad last night after school. But the play our group saw helped make up for it - Alan Rickman in Noel Coward's Private Lives. Oh, yeah...but I still miss everyone, and getting hugs on a regular basis.
Man, could I use a hug...
