I know I should go, but I follow you like a man possesed.

There's a traitor here, beneath my breast, and it hurts me more than you've ever guessed. If my heart could beat, it would break my chest, but I can see you're unimpressed.

I made a mix cd for a friend this week. I can't stop listening to it the playlist now. It's one of those playlists that I could not play for many of my friends - the swearing in songs nine and fifteen put off most of them - but I really like it. It flows really well, I think...and something about it is just right.

1. Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) - Green Day
2. Faust Arp - radiohead
3. Headlock - Imogen Heap
4. How Many Kings - downhere
5. We're So Far Away - Mae
6. But It's Better If You Do - Panic! At the Disco
7. Here Comes The Sun - Beatles
8. Marvelous - Hillcrest Road
9. L. G. FUAD - Motion City Soundtrack
10. Your New Twin Size Bed - Death Cab for Cutie
11. What's My Age Again? - Blink-182
12. World Spins Madly On - The Weepies
13. Rest In Peace - James Marsters
14. Holding Out For A Hero - Frou Frou
15. Blankest Year - Nada Surf

Today is dry tech for Museum. I'm actually excited for tech. I miss my theatre. Speaking of which, I had an audition yesterday and although I didn't get a part, I had a BLAST auditioning. I can't Charleston for crap, though. ;D I'm about to run out the door to tech, actually. I'm working as a dresser and a docent.

Happiness Level: EXCELLENT. This week has been hard but good. My friends have been fighting a lot - apparently having a group of guy friends and a group of girl friends doesn't work for the girls - but I've just had a lot of fun. I <3 my Tiki, after all. Amazingly enough, they also have no problem with my referring to them as my Tiki. Although one of them might be more mine than the rest...but we'll see what happens there. The rest of my Tiki wants it to happen, and I know how I feel, I just don't know how he feels. I think my Tiki is more anxious about it than I am. It's very weird to have a whole dorm involved in your life. Well, half of the dorm. Whatever.