...In which our heroine changes tone.

After the hot chicks post, this one is going to be a little more subdued.

In my life at least, I've noticed that when it rains, it pours as far as the bad. Friday was an epically bad evening. Kris's dad passed away very suddenly and he had to fly back to Texas. It is so strange to me to have friends with dead parents - I know it's something that happens and will only get worse, but it is still a strange concept in my young mind. I don't even know how I could deal with a situation like that.

As for me, it turns out that there are no clean breaks in life. As far removed as you are from a person, they can still come back in your life, in the most surprising ways. No details yet on that situation though, only that my complete and utter panic has greatly subsided.

The semester is almost at its midpoint and I'm beginning to feel the crunch. I shoot my first film this week in Grant Park while beginning pre-production for the second. I need to start the first draft of my screenplay as well. 

It's all karma - until Christmas, things were as good as they've ever been for me. Then there's been the joys of mono (my spleen still hurts), dealing with Ben's racist homophobe of a roommate, roommate tension, and now this. Things even out, and they could always be worse.