Want to know what I hate? I hate it when you’re trying to drink water and the ice shifts suddenly and you get water all over your face and clothes. And I hate it when you’re in a blue funk and you can’t find any music that quite works for your mood. Or when people jump to conclusions and assume that a fellow cast member is your boyfriend, just because he decides to sit by you every day because you enjoy each other’s company. Or when your parents try to plan your weekend for you, scheduling academically-related (and boring as hell) activities instead of letting you get a little downtime. Or when you have to open letter after letter of stupid college mail despite a growing irrational paranoia about Anthrax. Or when your friends put hours of blood and sweat into the notebook for JETS, yet make no mention whatsoever to the website that you spent dozens of hours working on as to complete it in time in order to be mentioned in the notebook, but you can’t get mad at them because they put so much work into it. Or when one of your best friends, who is in college, comes into town for a weekend, and you make big plans with all your friends to hang out together after you come back from seeing a musical with your family, only to find out when you get back that they decided to get together early and ditched you, going to the movies and lunch and the rest of JETS’ “Demo Day” and having the best of times, without even a second thought in your direction.

Or when a combination of things that make you really annoyed all happen together and you start crying in front of your parents, and you can’t stop. And you try to get some downtime in your room to draw or CG or mull things over, but your parents keep coming in and trying lamely to cheer you up, never leaving you alone. Yeah, I hate it when that happens.