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I have a tendency to get on buses that I'm not to sure where they are going, and I'm not just being mediphorical. It is a real thing I do quite frequently. Sure I don't doubt that my lack of direction translates into some higher lack of concrete ambition. But back to the point, I frequently will take a quick glance at the letter on the bus and think, "Well that might work." Shrug. Glance at watch. I get on the bus. I realize frequently that where it is going is most likly wrong, I just don't think that the price is to high. I did this twice today, and the bus driver on the second one acted embarised for me. My mental thought process: I lose time and possibly a little dignety. Positives: I'm not cold, I've narrowed down a path, I got the opportunity to pay attention to other people's actions.
True, I don't really have a road map. I'm a business major at the prestigous Kelley School of businees, and I hate it. I'm trying to force myself to change it, but the more I do the more I drift toward Theatre. The worse thing is it is so predictable. Every time I say I hate busness most of my friends are practically laughing at how they knew from the start, not that I wouldn't be good at it, but that I wouldn't be able to like it. Don't get me wrong I love theatre, but I also love a thousand other things that I could see myself doing perfectly mediocrally. I say I'm fighting it, but I must be pretty weak, because I'm takeing Stagemanagement II (with Katie Marshall I might add) and Set Design. Additionally I'm still possibly asming reel, I might pick up another show next week, I shadowed a PSM for Hairspray today, and I've asked to call a show next year. Really though I don't know. I like everything enough to pick it up, not to go the distance.
I use to write. Nice little introspective journals and fictional narrations of life. I could tell a story, but I feel as though I'm utterly boaring. Especially due to my most recent bout of optimistic existencialism. I use to be sure that I would be a writer, never as my only job, but I've lost the little faith that my body really encouraged. I just don't feel as though I have much to offer in exchange for time.
I plead generallism. I'm a generalist. I can do a little of a lot,I just can settle into a place that requires force to complete the puzzel.
I made some bad desisions this year ironically it was due to placing to much trust in people, and yet at the outset I haven't taken them badly, at most you can call my a bit Jaded. Maybe Karen's optimistic slant on her philisophical dictionary has effected me. Maybe. It'll work out though. Hey I did well in my Law test, and Justin will replace Jana in our home allowing up to keep a nice lower rent.
I miss danceing of late. That and cards, I really want to do both. I've noticed at mediphorical stack of invites at my door, but like a true recluse I bottle them and use them as evidence that it is my own choice not to have a social life, which is true, though a lack of transportation makes the choise enforcable. I also don't have weekends. Kelley School likes to give me tests on Sundays, despite the whole admission to being evil this portrays.
Alas perhaps I should really do the stack of homework. I just thought I'd update once this month.
True, I don't really have a road map. I'm a business major at the prestigous Kelley School of businees, and I hate it. I'm trying to force myself to change it, but the more I do the more I drift toward Theatre. The worse thing is it is so predictable. Every time I say I hate busness most of my friends are practically laughing at how they knew from the start, not that I wouldn't be good at it, but that I wouldn't be able to like it. Don't get me wrong I love theatre, but I also love a thousand other things that I could see myself doing perfectly mediocrally. I say I'm fighting it, but I must be pretty weak, because I'm takeing Stagemanagement II (with Katie Marshall I might add) and Set Design. Additionally I'm still possibly asming reel, I might pick up another show next week, I shadowed a PSM for Hairspray today, and I've asked to call a show next year. Really though I don't know. I like everything enough to pick it up, not to go the distance.
I use to write. Nice little introspective journals and fictional narrations of life. I could tell a story, but I feel as though I'm utterly boaring. Especially due to my most recent bout of optimistic existencialism. I use to be sure that I would be a writer, never as my only job, but I've lost the little faith that my body really encouraged. I just don't feel as though I have much to offer in exchange for time.
I plead generallism. I'm a generalist. I can do a little of a lot,I just can settle into a place that requires force to complete the puzzel.
I made some bad desisions this year ironically it was due to placing to much trust in people, and yet at the outset I haven't taken them badly, at most you can call my a bit Jaded. Maybe Karen's optimistic slant on her philisophical dictionary has effected me. Maybe. It'll work out though. Hey I did well in my Law test, and Justin will replace Jana in our home allowing up to keep a nice lower rent.
I miss danceing of late. That and cards, I really want to do both. I've noticed at mediphorical stack of invites at my door, but like a true recluse I bottle them and use them as evidence that it is my own choice not to have a social life, which is true, though a lack of transportation makes the choise enforcable. I also don't have weekends. Kelley School likes to give me tests on Sundays, despite the whole admission to being evil this portrays.
Alas perhaps I should really do the stack of homework. I just thought I'd update once this month.