It's been a while

I haven't posted here in a while... I've been preoccupied with the highest concentration of volunteer work in the history of me, MSND rehearsals, School, Essays... It's all very time-consuming. There have been many days in the past few weeks where my schedule has litterally been "School, rehearsal, homework, bed" punctuated by food and bathroom breaks. It's not so bad on a day-to-day basis, but I have rehearsal 5 days this week, and 6 days a week the next week, then 4 the next week + performances the other 3. Yesterday I had Trick Or Treat so Kids Can Eat food pickups (quite successful really... 2918 pounds had been collected when I left, and there was still more coming), then I had the Storybook Halloween at the Historical Society Breeding Farm from 1-5... I'm Peter Wheaton, 4th year Ravenclaw. I'm based in the Potions room. Did I mention we get to drink any potions we make? You can make some pretty disgusting things with Sprite (rare essense of amazonian trout scale), lemon juice (acid), baking soda (Powdered Unicorn Horn), colored sugar chunks (magic powder) and cough syrup flavoring (banshee blood). Those potions were not nice, apart from the one with Sprite, lemon juice and colored sugar chunks. That wasn't half bad, really. But that experience was vastly enjoyable, specifically because I knew everyone there and we had two Professor Trelawneys, who both performed spectacularly, I might add. I get to go again today. I'm actually excited this time.

Anyway, there's my life. Drama, volunteering through or for drama, and schoolwork. Next weekend, I'm going to Vincennes to see my cousin in Jeckyl and Hyde--more drama--right after my own 5-hour rehearsal for MSND.

I'm beginning to understand what Kaisha was talking about when she mentioned The Band Cult. I'm just unwittingly getting more and more sucked into Drama. But, I like it. And the Drama people aren't nearly so dodgy as the bandies (no offense intedned for anyone that like).

There's really nothing else going on. Just Drama. And my english paper that I haven't started yet. It's due tomorrow.

Well, there you have it.

I was halfway through a long, rambling, emotional exploration post when it started to feel like work. Blogging should never feel like work. Therefore, I saved it mid-sentence and closed that word document, and started writing this up instead. Trivia to the rescue once again.

Leaving for Memphis tomorrow after school. Don't want to elaborate, so I won't.

You know, I'm just not in a writing mood. I've written enough lately. Stayed up late last night to write my paper, wrote a bit of a rambly thing 1st mod today for my own amusement, and thought about important shit nonstop while mowing the lawn. I deserve a break. :P

Cake and Fun and Flaming Things

Happy 100, Blog. 100th post. Woo. May end up being a completely useless post, but that's beside the point.

Made a joint blog last night, and so far it's proven interesting. Give it a look-see.

What else. Hmm.

I felt strangely connected today 8th mod. Like, wasn't trying to push people away, or any of that crap I mentioned. It was just... Okay. It was a nice feeling.

I felt normal.

I suppose that's what happens when you stop thinking about things so damn much.

I do have some problems in the social arena... Half the time, I'm almost thinking in the back of my head, "I'll just talk to them, really dull-like, so maybe they'll get disinterested and leave me alone." I don't have any clue when that started, or for what purpose, but I can't stop it. It's like I'm on railroad tracks. It's stay on the tracks, or fall over in the process of getting off. And the track suddenly ended, and I discovered that I can go just as well on the dirt. Now it's a question of getting myself out of the path of the tracks, because I can see them starting up again not so far in the distance.

Hmm. THAT was a long metaphor.

But there you go. Story of my life.

Just once I'd like to be able to let myself just type, and type, and type, without thinking about what came up beforehand. It's like a poem I wrote once...

Spontaneity is my saving grace;
Finality is my bane.

And I can honestly say that for me, moments of spontaneity are few and far between.

Sigh.

Inhibitions?

In light of a little bit of a revelation I had on Friday, helped along by Emily (props), I am tired of always thinking, in the back of my mind, "that's too personal for a blog." Inhibitions do not serve me well. Therefore, no more. My new rule is that unless A) it will actively damage something or someone that I would rather not damage or B) you don't want to know (meant in the strongest sense of the phrase), nothing is off limits here. I'm sick of hiding my thoughts because of my stupid walls. Anyway, I like myself less when I'm trying to protect myself. Which actually directly ties into that revelation I mentioned.

So, no more. This blog is as much theraputic as it is entertainment for others.

This also applies, to a lesser extent, to face-to-face interactions. So, those of you who I talk to on a regular basis, I think I may be done with that voice I do. You know the one. If you don't, then you won't miss it. Trust me.

Anyway, now onto some actual blogging.

Hmmm. Religion.

I don't have one.

And lately, I've been kind of wishing I did have one. I don't know why *exactly,* but I just want to be a part of something like that. Only problem is, I don't actually believe a lot of what most religions do. Go figure. For instance, I don't think I believe in God. More in an agnostic way than atheist... but still.
I'm leaning towards Catholicism right now. I feel somewhat attatched to it, just because I was baptised Catholic, even though I have attended 1 Mass in memory. Plus, they just make more sense than a lot of other branches. I dunno. Maybe I'll go to church for a while and see what I think.

I was actually planning for that to be longer than that, but I ran out of words. So on to other things.

I did volunteerish work today. I don't volunteer often. Actually, outside of Boy Scouts and The Crump, I don't think I ever actually have. Is that sad? Yes. But the fact remains. Anyway, I went over to East, and just stood at the door to a Christian concert they were having (which actually is what got me thinking about religion) and took canned goods for Love Chapel. I wasn't at the main door, so we only got a couple boxes worth, but the main door got quite a bit more. And, really, I just felt good. All I was really doing was greeting the people as they came in the door, taking the canned food, and thanking them sincerely, but it made me cheery. Cheery is good. Especially for me.

I feel like a good driver today... I've driven 5 times today. 1, for Drivers Ed. Went on the Interstate today. 2/3, to and from school. 4/5, to and from Pizza Hut. I'm still inexperienced and awkward, but I'm getting better. I haven't hit anything since... well. Actually, I guess I can explain the mailbox incedent now that I'm permit-ed. I was trying to move my truck into the driveway, because it was raining very hard, and the street was fixing to flood. My truck was on the street, and it doesn't like being flooded. Well, I wouldn't think. So, I backed up, and went straight into the mailbox. Snapped right in the middle of the post. And I kept going for another 10 feet. That's what the tire tracks in the grass said, at least. Anyway, there's the mailbox incedent. And I haven't hit anything since.

Anyway, I guess that's my day. At least, everything that wouldn't lead to damaging something I'd rather not damage.

Briefly

Gah. I feel poor. I have $20 to my name in cash, and my bank account is pretty much off limits. It turns out I got last month's allowance in the middle of last month, a fact I hadn't realized, so unless my neighbors finally pay me, I don't get anything for a while. I need to mow the lawn this weekend. Not because it needs to be mowed... because I need to be payed for it. It does look bad, though.

Grr.

Apparently...

I guess this is one of those entries composed mainly of any thought that comes to mind. I don’t have anything in particular to write about, but I will find something. I always do.

I have a choir concert tomorrow. I’m somewhat nervous, but not really. Mostly because I know we suck and there’s nothing at stake by finding out we suck. So, yeah. But I also have a Drivers Ed test tomorrow, which really sucks, because drivers ed is stupid. And incoherent. Grr.

My next rehearsal is on Friday… Guess I should look the lines over and stuff. Heh.

Saturday… drivers ed drive from 11-12, and it’s the 5th one… only one more. Then I’m going to try to make it to the ethnic expo and eat some good food, then at 5 I’m going to the school to help out with some canned food drive. Sunday is free day, except for maybe lawn-mowing. Maybe.

Turns out I got an 88% on my paper. I am astonished. To think that I got a B on that when last year I got a C on a paper that I actually wrote in a timely manner. I’m proud of myself. But I am refusing to read the paper. Haven’t read it since I printed it out. I know it sucks and I don’t want that to be reaffirmed. Just let it leave me alone. I never want to see it again.

I am slowly, steadily getting better at driving. I drove the mustang last night, and I kind of didn’t do so well on that one on account of the clutch and stuff, but I got the basics down, I think. I just don’t like driving that car, cause it feels so much wider than my truck. I dunno why… but it’s lower to the ground, and I constantly feel like I’m about to run off the road. At least I mostly know where my truck is. Sorta.

I have discovered that American Eagle clothes are extremely comfortable. They make me happy.

I am writing this in word, because blogger is performing scheduled maintenance (which was supposed to be done 45 minutes ago) and won’t let me in. Grr blogger.

Hmm. My other classes.

Olympian flame… Not much happening with me right now. I’m technically floor manager, but I don’t really have to do anything. Just takes care of itself. Easy. Next week I’m choosing This Day In History, which, again, is easy.

Chemistry: I think I get it now. I scared myself for a while there, because for the longest time it was gibberish. But now it’s coming together in my head. We have a test tomorrow, so we’ll see.

Japanese: I know more than I think I do. Every time we take a quiz or test, I’m scared because I think I don’t know it. Then I take it and it turns out I do. Weird, no?

Choir: Again, concert tomorrow. People can hear me when I sing. This makes me happy. Quite happy.

English: Antigone, Antigone, and more Antigone. And then Antigone: The Movie. I can only assume we’re going to have the biggest test of the year over Antigone. Man.

Geometry: Geometry is geometry. Nothing interesting ever happens.
No, I take that back. I stumbled upon a really spiffy formula by accident today. To find the number of diagonals in a polygon, D is the number of diagonals, N is the number of sides. D=(N-3)*(½N). That made me happy. Go nuts with it. I know I will.

Theater Arts: As soon as this writing assignment is over, there’s another one on the horizon. Shit. Stupid learning packages. I’ll time this one better, at least.

I’m trying to think of something to post on Patrick Is Talented. It’s obvious I won’t get any worthwhile comments on the one that’s on top now, so I’ll just give up on that one. Apparently that’s one of those poems that nobody gets but the writer.
Anyway, screw the smooth closing. Bye. Go read other blogs now.

I don't feel like blogging

but I will anyway.

I watched NUMB3RS last night... It's on CBS... it sucked. The credits were cool, and the acting wasn't *too* bad, but the writing was shit. They purposefully rambled on in mathematical terms that no-one, I repeat, no-one, understands, then came to a conclusion that half the audience could've gotten without all that crap, or end up talking about oranges and fairy sequences and what have you. And then they have all these people who are supposedly super-brilliant, but it takes them forever to think of something, and suddenly somebody says a one-word trigger, and then there's a major 'That's it!' moment and everything works out in the end. Plus, it makes a pathetic attempt at romance.

Overall, 4/10. 2/10 if you don't count the credits.

So then I watched That 70s Show. I love That 70s Show.

I think I bombed my theater arts paper.

I drove for drivers ed today... I'm getting better. Wasn't all nervous like I normally am with the instructors... and I parallel parked. Badly, but I did.

And, yeah. I'm done.