knitting is fucking adictive (although it is productive, and isn't too harmless to my health, so no worries).
•mum found out about me sneaking to see mike. she was...not pleased. and waking up at four in the morning isn't too pleasant either.
•so i thought i'd have to do something drastic as in never talk to mike again, or at very least never speak to him. but...
•somehow, things worked themselves out. they talked on the phone for nearly an hour. she feels more comfortable with him now. we're trying to arrange a dinner with him and his dad. i can at least talk to him without having to hide it, and she said once i'm ungrounded, i can see him. with her knowing.
•this is where i start dancing inside!
•the play was tonight. it went pretty okay. i only flubbed one of my lines. the costume changes were rough, and from not eating the whole day, i felt a little faint. i'm alright now. i had burritos.
•random people from real life that i haven't seen in nearly a year showed up, along with mat, adan, and mike. i actually walked out with mike. i introduced him to my parents and aunt. they were all nice, though still wary.
•i still have purple feet from tonight's performance.
•i'm making a new song.
•i learned how to knit last weekend. i'm almost done with my first scarf.
everybody in the play was great, i don't care what you all say.
i love you all. goodnight.