Here’s food for thought. Your race does mean something to someone, regardless of what it is. Comforting thought? I should hope not -- it isn’t for me, for sure. Learning that my girlfriend (yes, we’re up to that, now!) has two not-so-loving parents who take frequent note of the fact that I’m born half-European wasn’t the greatest revelation I could’ve been given.

‘Course I do feel better knowing than not. That’s for sure. Ah well -- I laughed at it first, then I got really pissed at it, then I found a fine line in between and went to sleep. That’s pretty much the easiest way to deal with it, so that’s how I did it. Coping is an acquired talent.

In other news, I’m bringing Neural Static back again, definitely -- but not until after May 31 and probably not until after graduation. Jeca’s got this “joint scholarship” thing goin’ on first which I’m going to get through and THEN deal with it. Don’t even know if I can write anything of real value in that time. I only hope so. It’s a great project and idea...if I find it in me to put something real together. God knows I’m having enough trouble with that on the dance concert...and then, today I think, Karina pleaded with me not to cut the dance.

I wish she knew how close I’d seriously gotten. I didn’t hold my expected rehearsal Sunday, I didn’t get anything filled out, I didn’t have anything done. No costumes, no choreography. I’m still not sure it’ll be possible. After all of this, the hard work and the lack thereof, the attendace...the lack thereof.... If I had had much more time to think about it, I might well have cut it out.

So Karina pleads with me. Sigh. I’m such a sucker. The dance music was cut today in 7th period while (well, right before) Sharlene and I were practicing our dance concert duet, which ought to have a few interesting surprises. I’ll warrant it’ll surprise quite a few people, at least. So, once that’s done with, I need to figure out the ‘duet’ section I have arranged in the senior dance with Chelsea. Poor girl is completely freakin’ afraid of doing lifts, and I can’t say as I blame her -- I’d be, too. And then after that I’ve got to work out my duet with Karina.

Good grief. I’m not sure if it’s a good sign or a bad sign I’m not dating any of them -- I’d probably get accused of cheatng more times than I care to be bothered counting. Bad bad thought.

Anyway! So, like I said, to bring up an old point, Neural Static is coming back...in one form or another. I think I’m definitely dropping the text-based story. Not happy with how that was turning out. Instead, I’m hoping to carry through with my last brilliant idea -- film! This however requires more time, more space, and more people -- can’t just have one writer.

On that note, the cast now consists of, essentially, me, Shar, and Trev. Qualifications: Must be in the city over summer at least, preferably within easy reach of the city once school starts for us (read: college) -or- within easy reach of the city once school starts -again- (college again) -or- going to be a Wash student next year. The three of us fit the first category, and if I can’t find many more I’m undoubtedly gonna start diggin’ around in the second and third.

The trick is finding people who’ll want to do it over the summer. Leaves me running to my actor buddies, fer sure. ;p Still have a couple people to ask...see whether or not they’re interested...this could be tough, but it might be worth it. I’ve wanted to get this story out for a long time.

Anyway, time to jet -- need to take a shower before Anaheim (more on that later). Not bad for just starting to blog again. G’night!