I should not be writing this right now. I have a take home test that is due tomorrow morning and I still have a 3-5 page essay to write on it. I've had the test for about 3 weeks...Just started working on it about two days ago. But hey, it's not my fault that Spring Break distracted me. And distract me it did...
Ladies and gentlemen, I fell in love over Spring Break. However, I didn't fall in love with a man. No, no. I fell in love with Charleston, SC. I went down there with a group of friends and by the end of the week, I honestly did not want to leave. It wasn't really because I didn't want to go back to classes (granted, who ever really does want to go back to classes after spring break?) but I just kind of wanted classes and life in general to just be where I was. So then I started thinking, if I like this place so much, maybe I should just live down here in the future. So now it's a thought I'm pondering. I mean, that town has everything I could ask for or dream of: coastal, historic, safe, beautiful, not too far from home, rich in culture, not too touristy, and practically perfect in every way. Yes. It's something that I think will stick on my mind quite a bit in the future.
Hark? Do I sense direction in my life? Halle-freaking-lujah.
I'll be starting directing soon so I'm pretty excited about that. My one act is good and I enjoy it so I hope I can share that joy with an audience (and make an A). My heart is leaping when I think of the progress our theatre department is making. People are involved now that I never even knew had an interest in theatre. Those of us "regulars" are even more enthusiastic than ever before. It's such a great feeling to see something you love expanded. It's been exactly one month since "Little Women." Has a month really flown by so fast? I was so proud of what we acheived there and I like to think that that achievement inspired at least someone to get involved. Basically, win.
Going to New York in less than a week. Bought a new dress in Charleston to wear when I go. I know I just spilled my guts about how much I love Charleston, but New York is in a league all on its own in my mind. I can't wait to just be there.
Going home this weekend and I am quite honestly just as excited about that as I am about NYC. I have only been home once since Christmas and I was there about 24 hours. I want my own bed. I want my animals. I want my bathroom. Sigh. I'll be there on Friday night. I'm stoked.
Saw The Hurt Locker a couple of days after it won Best Picture. One word: Bravo.
Three down, seven to go. Honestly, the viewing of those other seven movies is probably not going to happen. Maybe a few but not all.
I feel like I writing a lot just about things going on. Is it boring? It's probably boring. Oh well, I haven't been doing a whole lot of critical thinking lately. I've just kinda either been relaxing or busy. One extreme or the other. Nothing too weird has happened lately that has made me stop and consider. I mean, I still would like some direction. I still would like some guidance. I still would like some laughter and good company. But whose to say I don't have those things? Perhaps I just need to open my damn eyes now and then and take a look at what I have as opposed to what I want or don't have. But I did realize something about myself recently.
I see flaws in myself but not in others.
That's all. Just that one little statement. But it speaks volumes I think. Everyday I critique myself. I critique my speech, my actions, my stupid jokes, my odd sense of humor, my advise, my faith, my relationships, my judgement, my talents and abilities, even my thoughts. I'm so critical of myself and I wonder, is everybody like this? I do strongly believe that there are people that exist in this world and they have no clue about their surroundings or how what they say and do impacts the world and people around them. I'm jealous of these individuals sometimes. Ignorance must be bliss. I would love to just sail through life without a care, saying and doing whatever I please. That would be great. I seem to have the opposite problem because I overthink everything. I always wonder what people around me are thinking. I am always afraid that I'm going to say or do something and piss someone off or make them think I'm an idiot or a freak. I try to be myself but what happens if someone has a problem with "yourself"? What do you do then? What's more important? Or does this answer vary depending on the situation? Questions, questions, questions, none with a sure answer. I could ask 10 different people these kinds of questions and get 10 different answers. So maybe I should just try to answer them myself and go from there... Yeah... I'll get around to that...sometime.
Jesus. So much for not stopping and considering things lately. I even used the phrase "critical thinking." Hmmm. Critical thinking about being critical. What the hell am I even talking about?
I guess the take home test will have to wait for my mind to focus. Crap. I'm gonna fail.
P.S. I read not one but TWO trashy romance novels over Spring Break. I think I've found my new addiction. Those books are like crack. I'm lucky to have school to distract me.
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