"My fingers catch the spark at the thought of touching you..."

So, I have an interview tomorrow. How exciting is that? My first newspaper interview where I'm on the interviewee side!

Apparently, my school sends out a press release about the student-directed one acts to the local papers of all the directors. Our local paper decided it sounded interesting, so I showed up Wednesday with a message left for me at my house by our local newspaper. Ashley is the reporter's name.
I just got off the phone with him. We arranged to interview tomorrow at noon. He wants to talk about my one act play, my theatrical aspirations....
Guys, I'm news!!

Meanwhile, I was made to feel slightly horrible last night. Someone IMed me, I didn't know who they were. So, I asked. They said we graduated together. They said they saw my new pictures on Facebook (pictures of the club), and "liked what they saw". Apparently, there was another closet case in my high school class (though I could've told you that...). Through guessing, and talking, I narrowed down who this person was to one class I had with them. I think they're one of two people...but I'm not sure. And they wouldn't tell me. How ridiculous is that?
I'm sure I'll find out eventually.