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Okay, so I was at play practice...

This year, my school is doing The Scarlet Pimpernel. It is a beautiful musical and I absolutely love it. I play the Prince / St. Cyr, just for the record. I love the music and I love the plot. And I absolutely adore everyone in the cast! I love you all!

Anyway, one day during rehearsal, we took a break from the singing and dancing and our director told us: We need to get the set ready. So we all journeyed to the large closet in the school that holds all of our old pieces of set. They are mostly large wooden tables/stairs/pedestals. Things that you can stand on, really. Our director likes to have levels, you see.

Well, I started with the light stuff, taking about 5-6 long, thick pieces of wood. They were pretty light, but really long. I am an uber-klutz, so I ended up dropping one of my sets. Twice. But! It wasn't because they were heavy. They were just awkward, okay.

This year, we have a football player in our ranks. Sometimes this happens. Two years ago it was the same story. Only I slept with the other one, so I guess that is another story! Never mind me, I am losing my train of thought. Where was I ... .. ... ... ... .. .. ... .. ... ... ... ... ... .. ... ... .. .. ... .. ... .oh! Yes, the football player.

There was a really heavy, really huge thing that had wheels and it wouldn't fit into the stairwell. Our closet is in the basement and most of the things we can just carry up the stairs. Not this one. The football player and I volunteered to carry the sucker. To get it to where it needed to be, we would have to go outside and around the school to the side entrance of our theatre. I don't know why I volunteered. I am a wimp. But I didn't have to lift it, I just had to carry it. If that makes sense to you. I have a strong grip so I could just let the thingy hang in my arms without the need for muscle. Whatever, you know what I mean.

At first, we started out with me in the front and him in the back. I am dumb so I was walking backwards. Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. We got about halfway when he said: Here, I'll walk in the front. He carried it behind him so that he could see where he was going. I'm not that smart, I guess. SO, we're walking like this for a little while and then we get to the hill. Our school is built on a hill, so it was only a matter of time before we had to face it. We start up and the wood starts bumping his a**.

He's a handsome boy and, if you've read my other entries, you know that I am most attracted to muscle-y football types. He's the classic jock. I'm trying my hardest NOT to stare at his cute bubble butt, when out he spurts: "This thing is bumpin' against my a**, and it's makin' me a little uncomfortable."

Word for fricking word. Guess where my eyes went. Yep. Straight to his a**. And I couldn't tear them away! Goodness!

We get to the side doors and drop the set piece. My face is beat red and he asks what's wrong. Was it too heavy for me? Am I cold? I just nod and the b*****d offers me his coat. What the hell!? I say no and suck it up. It is kinda cold, but I am spoken for and I'll be damned if he turns into another Brad! ((Football player from two years ago. The one I slept with.)) I won't deny that I am a terrible tease, and a wicked flirt, but I know when not to do anything and I didn't want to give the poor boy any false leads, you know. Not that I know if he was just being polite or if he was flirting. For all my talent, I can't tell when people are flirting with me, and I end up hurting some girls that think my frequent physical contact is a method to be with them. I'm sorry.

However, I don't know how long Aaron and I are going to last. There are some troubles. Mostly with him wanting me to be religious and me being stubborn. I mean, I am an atheist and that's not going to change. He seems to think that it will. I can't just make myself believe in something. It's not like I don't believe out of spite. I've never believed, even though my parents are both church goers. I can't be with someone who wants to change me. I just can't.

There's a month left before we perform. If Aaron doesn't stop pestering me, then I guess I'll apply myself to Adam. OMG. I just realized that that's the first time I said his name. I'm sorry! It must've been annoying, not having a name this whole time. Adam = football player in THIS year's musical.

Thank you for reading. This one's kinda long and I deviated quite a bit. Congratulations if you made it this far! <3