It's time to kick off our shoes, learn how to choose sadness. It's time to throw off the chains, addle our brains with madness...

Frickin' love that song. No pics today, though I am happy to report that I am in production for my own "Tweedledee & Tweedledum" storyline at the moment. I sincerely hope to work further on it tonight as soon as I get my Independent Study proposal done. I ALSO have to finish my Fellowship Grant proposal thingy... I've known it about months and of course I'm not done with it! I'm fairly certain that the procrastination method stemmed not from laziness but from acute fear of writing. If perhaps that is not the case with all peoples, it is ABSOLUTELY the case for me. If it were up to me I would only do creative projects, speeches, and presentations at all the time...now to just find a career that would allow me to do that...OH YEAH, how about acting? Because right up until that whole "famous" thing it's quite a lucrative career (if you don't know me: the sarcasm is raining down so hard it's palpable) I am screwed...could've been an Officer in the Army by now, but nooooo, screw West Point!
I suppose I could be doing more productive things at this point, but we haven't had a customer in over an hour and I've already finished my Dante...le sigh.
(8) If I were a rich man...yi-dle yi-dle yi-dle diddy diddy bum bum...(8)
...I could also stop singing obscure Broadway and classic rock songs, but I'm probably not gonna. I'm taking this Playwrighting course over this semester and if this writing is an inclination of what my "plays" are gonna end up sounding like I feel dead sorry for the actor who has to "perform" this shit. I suppose it would help if I could stick to a single subject, but that'll probably happen the day when I DON'T have a million other things to think about. For instance, I REALLY want to direct "Hair" next year, but between POPs and 2 capstones/thesises I'm not seeing that happen. Which is a shame because I have some really kickass ideas for it, makes me sad...maybe I'll become a director...hmm...maaybe.
Answering what my future at this point is as ambiguous as what color I'm gonna wear tomorrow.
Me (12 hours from now): "Hmm...blue...NO! Green! OOOh, but magenta! Yet, teal is my favorite...but I haven't worn red in awhile...Hey! Why don't I just wear them all?"
Yeeeah, that's what choosing my career is gonna be like
"Vet! No! Lawyer! But I really LOVE drawing! Hey, what about directing?"
And unfortunately, there is no "select all" feature for your career...ask my mom, she tried it, didn't work out so hot. Gawd, life was so easy up until college, it was like,
"You going to college?"
"Yeup"
"Which one?"
"Any one on the East Coast"
END OF DISCUSSION
...I guess it was slightly harder than that but it felt so less...permanent...
Part of it must just revolve on the fact that I feel like at AU I finally found me, I don't want to leave it so soon, I finally know who I am, or I think I do, it's just like...signing a kid up for the track time as soon as they take their first step, I'm not ready! Yes, I know I have one year left, but it's like the toilet paper analogy: the less you have, the faster it goes...Man, I'm not grown-up enough for this crap, but no sympathy for self-inflicted wounds, right? SO guess I'll just keep on keeping on, already jumped down the rabbit hole, no sense in wishing for the real world now. Let's just hope Wonderland frickin' rocks...