I always feel bad when I come out of a good experience, and yet I seem to rant about it more than I rave about it.
I don't even know how that happens.
Like tonight's performance of West Side Story. It really was a blast. And yet when I got in the car with Mom and Alicia, the majority of the stories I told were all the things that annoyed me or bugged me during the evening.
Don't quite sure what that means. But oh well. So sometimes it's just safer to straight out ask me how something was instead of basing your opinions on what my stories seem to infer.
After saying that, it occurs to me how ridiculous that sounds. So disregard that statement if you wish. I know I probably would.
I've also discovered that I can be a very traditionalist person in some ways. Probably due to that whole hopeless romantic side of me.
I could elaborate, but at the moment that takes more thought than I really feel like putting into this blog.
On another note, my goal of being productive is already not working out so well. I was hoping to at least attempt to set a good work ethic, and then let it slowly fall out as the semester goes on. Instead, apparently I'm starting out the term with very little work ethic. Oh well. That just wouldn't be me, would it?
Then again, West Side has been taking up a lot of time. So let's blame it on that for now, and we'll see how I do next week.
Talking about anything else requires me to think, and I'm pretty sure I've used up most of my brain power for the day.
"If Ken batted his eyelashes at you, you'd give him extra bacon, wouldn't you?"
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