On the road of life there are drivers and there are passengers. If you choose to be a passenger, the best you'll be able to do is complain about the scenery. Still, until you get a driver's license, you can play with the radio and immerse yourself in the music. During your trip to London, immerse yourself in another of your fellow sightseers and try to enjoy the ride.

Clever people call it substitute behavior and prefer it to commiserating with others as a coping mechanism. I'll just have to take their word for it: I'm a driver.

Just wait it out Ibby. Enjoy his company when you're with him. Stifle the jealousy when he's withhis girl, as best you can. Ride it out, because however deep the crush is it will eventually fade if it isn't reciprocated.

SO um. I've been cast as the lead in his paradox play, and he's one of the three main characters in mine. Oh, and we played a gig tonight and it went really well. And he confided in me about how much charlotte (yes, Her) pissed him off sometimes when she took him for granted and stuff. We are not, however, rooming together in London (and i dunno whether to be relieved or disappointed).

In other news, I wrote another play today, cast all the parts in my play I'm doing in may, worked out a lot of what I'm gonna be doing for free time in London, and played a really successful gig.

...things are really going pretty well except for the whole "I'm failing two classes" thing.

It sounds like you are having the time of your life! :)

Sounds like a great time! Enjoy every second of it Ibby!!!!!

If I were the lead in a play with a man I had a major yen for (and he was taken) and he was one of the main characters in said play, I'd go mad with want and lust and yearning. I'd become morose, isolated and possibly psychotic. I'd then put on an award winning performance, be offered major roles, and refuse my one shot at fame because "my man" belonged to someone else. I would be too busy planning my spin into addiction, anorexia, bipolar disease, heavy tatoo parlour patronage and PEOPLE photog opportunities to take my shot at being a great artist.

Is that your plan, too?

Srsly, I don't know how you do that--I'd be nuts by now. Not boil-the-bunny-in-the-pot nuts, but pretty darn nuts.
good for you for being emotionally more mature than a woman three times your age (or maybe it's just twice your age, I dunno.)

good luck, young man. Heartbreak is worse than plumbing problems.

Having worked a lot in the theatre dept. when i was in college, all I can say is "padded jock strap"! The theatre dept hosted a performance of the play "Marat...Sade" and there is a LOT of body contact in it. All the male leads wore padded jock straps to cover up any "reactions". ;-)

1) Listen to Sheldon. He da man.
2) But I'd have the same reaction as Bri.
3) Can't wait to meet you in London, rah-rah-rah.

Wish I was meating him in London. hahaha

Careful, he is a kid.

Damn! I hate when that happens!

Wow...
um, hi shel ;)

Give me a call in 10 years. hahaha