*2001-02-11 - 21:14:52*

Well, I'm baby-sitting at the moment, so I'm not sure how much time I'll have. But tonight I'm gonna use this diary for the purpose that it was intended. First, some up to date info:

I'm stressed. Horribly stressed. I didn't even know it until Friday night Drama rehersal. That's the night that Leah and I fought. Really fought. For the first time ever. Here's how the shit went down.

First off, she had been just on my nerves all evening. I don't know why. She just was. Then, while we were closing a number, she kept snapping my bra-strap. Now, for all you non-crossdressing males out there, snapping a bra-strap can hurt. And she did this repeatedly. I told her to stop repeatedly. I tried to snap her bra back, but she had...disposed of it while no one was looking. So, I was there, on my last nerve, and Leah was right behind me. Then she did something incredibly childish. Extremely childish and immature. I won't say what, but you can e-mail and ask. So, that was the straw that broke my back. I saw that she was making a complete ass of herself in front of the entire drama guild, so in an attempt to stop her, I had to get her attention. So I whapped her on the shoulder, not hit, just a whap to get her attention. It didn't work, so I did it again. 5 times I whapped her before she finally realized what I was doing. However, instead of stopping, she went off on me for hitting her. So I asked her, if she would rather I tapped her instead. And she went off on me again for abusing her. Thankfully, while she was making a spectacle of herself, she caught the attention of the dance instructor (Mrs. S), and Mrs. S told her to go sit down. Her double took her place. Afterward, the double (whose name is Stephanie) talked to Leah. Stephanie got Leah to calm down, and not be so pig-headed. By the end of the night, Leah and I were friends again, but it made me wonder. Why was I friends with her? I came to this conclusion: She's a good person, with a lot of potential. She just needs self-control. I also came to the conclusion that she either learns self-control soon, or she is going to get hurt. I'm her friend, and I want to help her, but she can only help herself. There's nothing I can do. So, that friday night was the indicator that I am stressed out. Usually, I don't mind Leah at all, but that night she was *really* getting to me.