I haven't updated this thing in a million years.

I'm reworking a new script ("The Memory Project" = working title) which I'll be directing this semester through IC Players here at Ithaca College.

It seems like my life has done a 180 turn. I'm the kind of person who normally eats my lunch alone. I think that's, actually, a good summation of who I am. I'd like to think it was a choice, but maybe it wasn't. Maybe I'm just kidding myself.

Not the case anymore. It seems like every corner I turn, there's a handful of people waving to me, smiling, asking me, "How are you? Will you come eat lunch with us?" It's literally impossible to walk from one point on campus to another without bumping into a gaggle of friends.

I hope it doesn't sound like I'm boasting, because I'm not. I just think the change is so drastic and strange. I've connected with some many like-minded people here at IC, and I really love being surrounded by such wonderful, talented, caring, intelligent, hilarious friends.

But...

There are times when one just wants to eat lunch alone.

What's wrong with me? I'm presently a strange dichotomy of elation and irritation. It's difficult to explain fully.

I'm really looking forward to directing my show, meeting a bunch of freshmen and new people, and visiting with friends I made last year...but...

...I just wish I could be invisible for a while. I wish I weren't on everyone's radar.

Which isn't to say I want to be ignored all the time...just occasionally...

I don't know. I don't even make sense to myself. I'm just rambling now, as I often do.