Oh boy . . .

Ok, I was told to write about pickles and pineapples, so this first section is going to be about those two things. They are delicious foods (not together), but I have to say I like pickles more than pineapples. I mean, with a pickle it could be any of a dozen tasty flavors. It could be dill, kosher dill, sweet, bread and butter, garlic, spicy dill, etc. At the drive-in we actually sell pickles and I find myself eating one every few days while I work there. The delicious garlic flavor sustains me for the night and all is well. Pineapple on the other hand, while being sweet and delicious, is a very monotonous taste.

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Anyway, to the body of this post. I am not entirely sure what I am going to write about, but it should be interesting. Life is coming at me at about 186,282 miles a second and I can't seem to figure out how to slow it down. Between classes, work, theater, clubs, and personal business I just don't seem to have any free time in which I am not working on one thing or another.

Speaking of the play. I am starting to get a little worried. Two of the other guys are driving me insane. One of them used to know his lines, but has recently just seemed to lose them all. The other knows his lines, but questions himself so much that he will stop in the middle of a line and ask for it, even though he was saying it right the whole time. Everyone else is doing great (even Spence is finally getting into character), and I am really happy with the majority of the show. Hopefully this tech week kicks the two guys into gear and things work out.

Classes. . . well the majority of classes are going great. Human Sexuality is tons of fun, Core IX is a breeze thus far, Social Psych is boring but easy, and Abnormal Psych is going ok because Pulver seems to have racheted down his assholishness. Professional Seminar though . . . that class is going to kick my ass. Wong isn't giving us enough direction in things. She is pretty much just looking at us and saying "Ok, go do it" and not explaining what "it" is. This drives me crazy and there are times I just want to strangle her. She explains concepts we had as freshmen, but doesn't give us any actual structure or guidance for the new things. Seely . . . or even Pulver. . . needs to take over the class. At least that way things would be run smoothly.

Jobs. . . it seems whenever I am not at play practice in the evening I am working. If it isn't RA duty, it is working Security at a sporting event (like twenty minutes from now). I need the money, but there is no chance for me to sit down and do other things. Last night while on duty was the first night in a while I have actually felt relaxed and free to sit and think about things.

Clubs. . . Oh clubs. . . These aren't quite as stressful, but at the same time they are. These are things I like doing and want to be part of, but unfortunately everything else seems to be crowding them out. I need to come up with some T-shirt ideas for the College Republicans, but every time I try to sit down and brainstorm, I end up getting pulled into something else.

My personal life, well I am not even sure I want to think about it right now. Confusion reigns supreme as always, and I don't know what to do. Part of me likes things the way they are and doesn't want to mess them up. Another part of me (and several friends) are yelling at me to do something.

Just when you think you're in control,
just when you think you've got a hold,
just when you get on a roll,
here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.
I should have known,
should have known,
should have known again,
but here it goes again.
Oh, here it goes again.

Yes it does, Ok Go. . . . yes it does.

Well, off to stand and watch a Soccer game.