I need to write here more often.

I'll just leave it at that. No defense.

Yesterday, I found out that Mom is planning on moving to Washington DC, because Jan's new contract makes it where she cannot be at home the length of time she wants. I don't want to sound mean, but it feels typical for Mom to just pack up and leave. Don't get me wrong, I love her, but it just seems typical. And this is what she told Dad, "I don't know what to do with Drew." What to do with Drew? That sounds kind of insulting. By the way, Drew thinks he's old enough to live on his own with his friends. I'm in favor of him doing what he wants to do, but it just seems like he's more easily capable of getting into deeper trouble if he's on his own with his friends. So, the talk is whether Drew should move to DC or in with Dad. Once again, mom proposes dad taking Drew, but may later take it back. The truth is, no matter how scary it is, Drew is old enough to do what he wants to do. The problem is I don't know if Drew knows what he wants. I make my observation based on the fact Drew doesn't know what he wants. It's just all fucked up. It stresses me out knowing that it's stressing him out. He's coming up here this weekend, so maybe we'll have a chance to bond again.

On the subject of stress, I really feel a lot of that now. Everything from getting my court activities finished to being well prepared for my Computer Science test on Monday and Health test on Tuesday, all the way to "All in the Timing" premiering next Wednesday. It's hard to relax. I'm still having trouble sleeping at nights. I feel like shit and can't think straight. Good thing Starbucks opens in six hours. I have a big feeling that I will be needed caffeine tomorrow. And hopefully the crash will come when I'm forced to attend "Les Miserables" at the Fox. I shouldn't gripe, because Dad has spend practically 100 bucks a ticket, and don't you know Lynn reminds me that every chance she can get.

Work in the shop is rough. It all started earlier this week when Jenna, a fellow theatre student approached and informed me that we'll be lighting the show the following day. This upset me, because lighting is one of my favorite things to do and Tony had not mentioned a word to me about lighting yet. When she told me this it made me kind of upset, because she's not the shop assistant anymore, I am. And this morning it occurred to me that I had to attend a class in Atlanta, therefore would be forced to miss work. After sitting in three rush-hour jams, I went to rehearsal to find out that they worked on lighting today. Not only did I have to witness fresh Source 4's and Pars hanging on first electric, but I was reminded by Jenna of what they did. She said, "We worked on lighting today. Isn't that awesome?" I literally had to grind my teeth from blowing up. From this and the fact she was giving strict notes as Stage Manager. And the fact that I cannot get over the self-censorship of the play. It's incredibly unprofessional for an actor to say "damn" compared to "goddamn", or "screw" instead of "fuck." Many will agree that it's not only not funny, but it sounds incredibly elementary. People are fucking stupid. Also, there's this new kid named Andrew, who thinks he's all that. And yes, he fits in with this group perfectly, but I cannot get over the fact how much this guy loves himself. And there are things he's adding to Phillip Glass that just make it awful. Well, I guess I'll let everyone judge it for themselves next week.

I'm just in a real bad mood. I hate being stressed out and I need a cure. Perhaps the cinema of Douglas Sirk can mend my cognitive bruises. It's worth a try.