no one wants to dance, they're outside smoking cigarettes
i accidently started going crazy this week.
too little sleep, too little time, too many things to figure out and finish and it just went a little....nuts.
example #1:
i sub a music for the masses show on KUGS this morning. things start out okay, i buy some apple juice and listen to some new softer sounding albums. the show starts out slow and pretty albeit my voice sounds a little loopy when i speak. then, somebody requests the Go! Team and everything heads downhill. i ramble, banter incoherently, rant, share unnecessary anecdotes, make silly voices, break radio rules, completely disregard the playlist, and then attempt to compose myself at the very end with some peter, bjorn and john and a billie holiday track. it was beyond ridiculous and not even funny.
example #2 / the major personality dilemma with all of this:
i lost my sense of humor. it's never really been intentional/contrived but the sense of sarcasm that naturally and sometimes awkwardly pervades most of my daily speech and encounters is NOT coming through properly. also, my jokes have surpassed the bad dadjoke-region and just stink, plain and simple. worst of all, i'm not even attempting to make them most of the time. the result? i play "pranks" like telling someone that an unthemed party is actually "cowboy themed" (just not funny). or i try to joke about misogyny or the patriarchy and it actually comes across earnestly and bums everyone out. this BLOWS.
example #3:
my baseline/under-riding emotion alternates between "about to burst into tears" and "must dance feverishly and clap hands really quickly and scream-sing" rapidly and frequently. luckily, these actions haven't actually come to fruition too much just yet. whoa though.
example #4:
i haven't been drinking at all this quarter. like i've only gotten drunk once since the very beginning of spring break. right now? all i want to do involves substance abuse. i can almost sense an MIP in my future. no good.
the solution?
hopefully more sleep, a steady job, and a short list of responsibilities will help calm things down a bit. when exactly all these things will align is any body's guess.
sorry for the melodrama; i feel like the crazy ex-fiancee in a latin soap opera,
Jess
too little sleep, too little time, too many things to figure out and finish and it just went a little....nuts.
example #1:
i sub a music for the masses show on KUGS this morning. things start out okay, i buy some apple juice and listen to some new softer sounding albums. the show starts out slow and pretty albeit my voice sounds a little loopy when i speak. then, somebody requests the Go! Team and everything heads downhill. i ramble, banter incoherently, rant, share unnecessary anecdotes, make silly voices, break radio rules, completely disregard the playlist, and then attempt to compose myself at the very end with some peter, bjorn and john and a billie holiday track. it was beyond ridiculous and not even funny.
example #2 / the major personality dilemma with all of this:
i lost my sense of humor. it's never really been intentional/contrived but the sense of sarcasm that naturally and sometimes awkwardly pervades most of my daily speech and encounters is NOT coming through properly. also, my jokes have surpassed the bad dadjoke-region and just stink, plain and simple. worst of all, i'm not even attempting to make them most of the time. the result? i play "pranks" like telling someone that an unthemed party is actually "cowboy themed" (just not funny). or i try to joke about misogyny or the patriarchy and it actually comes across earnestly and bums everyone out. this BLOWS.
example #3:
my baseline/under-riding emotion alternates between "about to burst into tears" and "must dance feverishly and clap hands really quickly and scream-sing" rapidly and frequently. luckily, these actions haven't actually come to fruition too much just yet. whoa though.
example #4:
i haven't been drinking at all this quarter. like i've only gotten drunk once since the very beginning of spring break. right now? all i want to do involves substance abuse. i can almost sense an MIP in my future. no good.
the solution?
hopefully more sleep, a steady job, and a short list of responsibilities will help calm things down a bit. when exactly all these things will align is any body's guess.
sorry for the melodrama; i feel like the crazy ex-fiancee in a latin soap opera,
Jess