Whip's Diary! xDDD

09/07/99

Dear Diary,
I can't believe it! I convinced my parents to let me dye my hair strawberry blonde. I tried red, but they convinced me not to. A certain father said that Travis would figure out I like him if I did. So I'm settling for strawberry blonde. Well, I have to admit strawberry blonde looks a tad better. I am so excited about dying it.

Sincerely,
Jennifer Heaps [OH NOES. I REVEALED MY LAST NAME]

05/10/01

Dear Diary,
I haven't written forever, so I'll probably write more than one entry.

Brad is long gone... and I mean literally... one day at theatre they told us that he had quit due to circumstances that could not be overcome. [Side note, I learned just recently that he literally picked up a kid and threw him]

<sigh> Will I ever see Scott again? (Ooo, I have tons of theatre stories...)

After I talked to Scott that one day, we became friends (and I had a crush on him, but I pretended I didn't).

One day we somehow started talking about the people that we liked, I tried to get him to tell me who he liked, but all he would say is, 'You don't know her, she goes to my school' (I, of course, knew the he'd [yes, I wrote that] never like me back).

But, another day, I was saying my crush definitely didn't like me back. He asked, 'How do you know?' and I replied, 'I just assume.' and he then said, 'You assume too much.' [people tell me that all the time...]

Now for some other interesting stories.

Scott started an awful cologne trend. He wore cologne to theatre one day, and the girls went over to him and smelt him. -_-' (not me, I'm not that strange). He found it annoying, but he musta liked the attention, 'cause he wore cologne again.

There's just so many stories. I wish I had written them down when they happened.

Another time, during one of the dress rehearsals, he fell might right on top of me at the part when Mr. Darling trips and falls over Nana. [... fell might right?]
Later I learned that Charlene (aka Charlie) had pushed him onto me.

The same day, at one part, I was having trouble remembering that I was supposed to stay onstage, instead of going off. Scott grabbed the tail of the dog costume. I turned beet red and then remembered I was supposed to stay onstage (I never forgot again).

But, the most interesting story is the one I am going to tell right now. During the last performance, Scott and I were facing upstage, talking as usual [naughty], when he suddenly asked me, "You like me, don't you?" I completely freaked. I tried to lie, 'No, of course not. No way!' and so on. 'You're lying.' 'No, I'm not.' 'Yes you are!'

Later, after his costume change, he came over and sat by me. I suddenly said, 'Okay, do what you're gonna do. Break my heart or whatever.' [Good God, I said that?! ... Lordy]
Then he looked me right in the eyes and said, 'I'm not going to break your heart.' I gave him an, 'You're not?' look and he's like, 'I'm not.' (My grammer skills need a bit of improving)

I think he may like me back, but for some reason, some of me still thinks there's no way he could like me back. I was so very annoying, so, how could he like me back? (Run on sentence...)

Of course, I've always thought that he could never like me back. But, I have a low self esteem and low self image. So that's probably why I thought, and think that.

If I was sure that he liked me, I'd call him. How did I get his phone #?

I snuck a peek at the theatre list and memorized it. But I doubt I'd ever call him... -_-'
I'm just too insecure... and I'm quite sure he's relieved to get away from me... the loyal puppy dog that followed him around constantly.

(His phone number i s xxx-xxxx)

Signed,
Jennifer Stevens
(-_-' Here I go again)

[... that's disgusting...]

Dear Diary,
Alex was looking at me again. And now I'm sure he's looking at me...

Here's the story:

It all started after our part in Scene 4 was over. After the guard's part in scene four, we go behind the gates and close them and sit there for the rest of the scene...

Anyways, after Taber and I had closed the gate, I sat down. Occasionally I would glance at him, and, either he sensed my gaze and looked back at me... or he was looking at me. [... say what?] I think I caught him looking at me a few times though. [...]

But it gets more interesting... after we had moved backstage, I did what I usually do, my best to avoid him... [I love how even then I was all ...-y]

Anyways, at one point, he was sitting sorta near me, close enough... (What is with me? Why don't I want him to get close to me? <shrug>)

And he kept looking at me... yes, he did, there was no one else he coulda been looking at...

[... er, okay, now introduction of some characters of mine that I put in stories, etc...]

Midnight: Coulda?

Excuse me. Could've...