So. I realize I've not updated you much lately, but actually a lot has happened, mainly to do with the fiendish *Lucy Steele*! Unfortunately I begin with a tragedy. Early in the year I lost a very wonderful companion. I'll leave him unnamed, as it feels like disrespect to give his name away. Only 17, he died in an accident. This was the third student death in 11 months -- the other two were suicides.
I don't want to dwell on it, because this is not meant to paint a miserable picture, but to keep things light. I will say though that he is sorely missed.
Anyway, things with *Lucy* have been VERY rocky. She's finally figured out how I dislike her and she sees me as a threat, so of course she's put up her battlements and is trying to conjure up an army. She began with *Edward*, her boyfriend. At play rehearsal (I'm an avid actress, and she insists on being a Stage Manager -- just so she can boss people about, no doubt -- so I had to see her and *Edward* almost every night) things were tense anyway, but suddenly, he wasn't speaking to me. Wary that she may have been spewing some insipid lies about me, I sent him a Facebook message asking if he was angry with me. He replied with a very long lecture about how he was "disappointed about the way I'd been treating *Lucy*". Treating her? I'd done nothing to her! So, befuddled, I replied in my own defense, but I made a sincere effort to make it clear that I didn't blame him or her. Thus began a series of tumultuous correspondances, mainly to do with him wanting to know what she'd done to make me so upset. Hah. Where do I begin? See my character list for a brief background. I refused to tell him, however, because the bonds of sisterhood, despite some women being truly insufferable, dictated that ratting out a woman behind her back to her boyfriend was wrong. This just angered him, and he continued to lecture me that I was being a terrible friend for just dropping her like that (which might I add SHE actually did to ME.. I just didn't complain). Finally I got thoroughly irritated with him, and didn't reply to him. He was supposed to be my friend, why was he acting so bitchy? By the way, at this point he actually seemed really upset with me. Finally, after refusing to answer some of the questions I shot back at him (ie. concerning the fact that he dropped all his friends when he and *Lucy* began dating), he claimed "he was tired of the whole thing". I agreed, and said it was a silly fight anyway, and asked if we were still friends. There was a long pause. Meanwhile, I went to NYC for a weekend to record something with a cast I was with a couple summers previous (don't get excited, it was purely archival), and so I'd pretty much forgotten about it for a few days, as I was so caught up in my favorite city -- the actor's playground! Anyway, this is roughly a week after the death of my friend, and we were all a bit shaken up I suppose. So one night in the city, I logged onto the computer and there was a facebook message from her, with the subject: "My Last Thoughts to You...". As if that wasnt enough to chill me, the message was: "I hope you fucking die." I understand it could be hard to feel the fright of that, but in this particular instance, it made my throat run dry, for one because it was a deathwish, and for another because it said "My last thoughts to you" which sounded like a suicide note. I panicked and called a friend back home, and she assured me everything was fine, but I didn't sleep well that night. Anyway, I've been blabbing for a long time, but it should suffice to say, that after that, *Edward* became furious with me -- he told me he'd "heard" that I was spewing bad things about him to the vile *Lucy*-- total rubbish of course. But I decided to let him go at that point. I knew he wouldn't demote *Lucy* from her pedestal, and I didn't want to get any more involved. So the next thing I hear, the two are in an "open relationship" -- which is just code for her moving onto another guy (Which she already had) and still keeping poor *Edward* under her thumb. I was happy, because it meant I didn't have to feel I knew something he didn't. He came down for a weekend, and called me. We went out for a lovely coffee and chatted for ages, but I didn't push the subject or say "I told you so". Two days ago, they "mutually" broke up -- according to HER, that is. His heart is crushed into a billion little pieces and I have to nurse him back of course. I'd do it for any friend, and even though he's said thank you, he never once apologized for the way he so cruelly mistreated me! Do you think when he's over it a little he will?
