it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.

Well. Here it is. Tomorrow is my last day in Katy. I feel like a scared little kid who's like clinging to the door frame at the doctor's office because they're not ready to get poked and prodded just yet. Chels left Monday... jeez just saying that brings tears to my eyes. We had a good day Sunday, though, a good farewell... We ate sushi, played laser tag, and had a HUGE whipped cream fight in Christy's backyard. We also went and saw Superbad that night. And then we hugged and cried and said goodbye to one of the best friends I've ever had. Chels amazes me because she never ceases to open my mind to something new or cause me to seriously rethink something I had grown comfortable with. She is so brilliant and so passionate, and I am comforted by the fact that I know she is going to go so far in the biz. It still sucks to say goodbye though.

And then there is Christy, who in 9th grade I was pretty sure I was never going to be friends with again, and yet somehow we managed to perservere like crazy. I guess we go all the way back to... what... 4th or 5th grade? You can't ever thank the people enough who went through your terrible awkward angsty years with you, or forget them either. And though I've drifted away from almost everyone else who surrounded me in those terrible years, there is still a friendly face in her direction and I am so thankful for all of our memories. She has been the biggest constant in my life all these years... and I am so proud of her for not letting anyone (including me, because, unfortunately, I tried) keep her from doing what she wanted.

So of course, I couldn't have a sappy ridiculous blog without mentioning my best friend of all, Sarah Rabie. Because, lets face it, I definitely would not have made it this far period without her. She has been my best friend and my confidante and my support system and my shopping buddy and everything in between. She is so strong and has had to deal with so much, not only within her own family, but within the post 9/11 conservative town and world we now live in. She has taught me so much about life and people and the world outside of Katy, and she has always been there to put a smile on my face (and make me laugh when I'm trying to make a post-intermission announcement... jerk.) and I am so eternally grateful to her AND her immensly huge-hearted family.


I think it's hard to explain why I value my friends as much as I do. I guess a big part of it is the sheer amount of time we are confined to the black box or the PAC or something... I mean, the amount of hours we spend at school together with theatre are astounding. It's like... I feel like I've grown up with them more than I have with my family, only because there have been so many late nights and early mornings and hardships and good times and tears and awards and defeats and everything you can think of... I just know that my friends have seen me in every state of mind possible and they love me regardless, and I think that is very hard to find in life. I am just stricken with how much I am going to miss the people in my life.

BUT. There is a silver lining. I REALLY like my roommate, she is pretty fantastic and I think we will definitely get along. I have stayed in touch with the friends I met at orientation and we get along pretty well. It is like a roller coaster I think... on the really long, slow stretch going up your stomach is in your throat and it is so easy to look back and wish that you'd never gotten on in the first place... but once you're over the first hill, it's usually the ride of a lifetime. That's what I'm looking forward to.

So, adieu, Katy. You have served me well and we have had some fantastic times... and, now, it's time to go home.







"You and I will meet again. When we're least expecting it. One day in some far off place, I will recognize your face. I won't say goodbye, my friend, for you and I will meet again." - Tom Petty