S.O.S.

Ok. I'll admit. I'm in way over my head. I have a ton of reading to do for three classes. I have a crapload of practicing to do this week. I have a test next Monday, and another the Monday after that, but I don't know where to beging studying. I have errands to run, and various other things to accomplish. There aren't enough hours in the day... I have so much to do that I don't even know where to start. So I haven't. Normally at this point I would be telling a friend in this situation to stop thinking about everything they have to do, and concentrate on one item at a time. It's a pity I have such a hard time following my own advice.

Just a thought.

Some of the things that were going on in my mind during Survey of Dance today:

Maybe I thought it was going to be interesting. Maybe I thought it would be fun. Maybe I just don't get dance like I get music. Would these girls feel the same in a survey of music class as I do in this survey of dance class?
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They talk about traditions and losing ties from our past. How can you talk about what you don't understand? Our history resembles nothing of that of India or Africa, where what Americans consider lewd is a fact of day-to-day life. Don't talk about losing traditions when what you long for has only ever existed in another country. Move to Africa if that's what you seek.
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Why can't I get a fine arts credit from one of my music classes? I'm registered for seven. You'd think that out of one of those I'd get a fine arts credit and wouldn't have to sit in Beasley 102 for an hour and twenty minutes every Monday and Wednesday listening to people preach on a topic I don't understand.
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How many different ways can you say the same thing?

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I was smart and looked at the weather before I went to class this morning. I brought my umbrella. I brought my jacket. I neglected, however, to wear shoes that won't send you sprawling on the ground the second you hit a slippery spot. I slipped numerous times walking around campus today, but managed to keep myself upright for almost the entire day. My goal was to make my way back to my room without falling flat on my face. Of course I failed. I was so close! And then, in true Lizzie McGuire fashion, I was on the ground, facedown in a puddle. Oh, the shame! But I'll live.

There are several things I need to get done today, and only an hour and a half til my next class. I have a test next week, and another the week after that, both of which will require more studying than I'm ready to do. I also need to practice. Ahh!! There aren't enough hours in the day. I guess time-management is yet another thing I have to learn while I'm here. In the mean time, I guess I'll go get started... on something....

college, et cetera

It's been nearly a year since I last posted. I don't know why all of a sudden I'm compelled to start blogging again. I never get any feedback, and really it's more of a waste of time than anything else. But I was looking back at various things I've written on the various blogs I've had over the years (xanga, livejournal, myspace, vox, blogspot, and facebook), and it's stirred something of a nostaliga inside of me. Because despite the fact that I don't receive any feedback and the fact that no one really reads this anyway, I get some sort of satisfaction from exposing myself to the wide wide world. There are so many things bouncing around in my head, and especially now that I'm in college, but I never write them down or share them with anyone. So, why not pick up blogging again? Most of the stuff that bounces around in my head isn't half-bad, whether it be an idea for a story or just a thought on the way the world works. If I start blogging again these thoughts can be... preserved, I guess.

I think I had more to say when I started writing, but it's since flown out of my head. I'm driving to Lubbock later to go see my best friend... I wish I didn't have a studio class today!! I probably would have been at least halfway there by now.

Well, I think I'm done for now. Hopefully it won't take me another ten months to come back to the world of blogging.

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