EPTSo, last couple of days have been... boring. Just that. Nothing really interesting. On one hand, it's nice, but it's also dull. There was a three week period where everything was going terribly and things were going wrong left and right. Things were super hectic, always running an errand to get this or that fixed, hey we gotta pick up school supplies, that sort of thing. Literally only last Monday did that end. It's nice not having to freak out. Heck, I even took a nap today.
Because of the sudden day-to-day schedule changes that come with getting back into the school routine, I've been getting behind on sleep. The nap was a nice way to recharge. Felt awful when I woke up, headache, sore, the works, but it felt great while I was falling asleep. Listening to a book in my nice warm apartment, done with my work for the day, not a care in the world.
Finally found out the kid down the hall's name. Tristan. Probably the third or fourth Tristan I've met. He's a smart fellow. Honestly, other than that, I can't think of how to describe him. I'm a lot more right (that's the one that thinks in pictures, right?) brained when it comes to describing people or things. Can't draw or recall a picture to save my life, though.
Here is a point where I'd like to insert a chuckle, but given the context, I don't know what'd be best. Should I drop an emote?
Should I type the laugh? Hehe. Should I do it "in character?" *Chuckles*These are the pointless little things my mind occupies itself with. I love it. I love being able to have it. Having the ability and the freedom to waste time is actually freaking awesome. If you couldn't do that, you wouldn't be reading this. You wouldn't spend more than two minutes on Wikipedia (and come on, we all click links in there that lead us from Architecture to Alligator Barbecuing). Neat concept, beautiful and restful application.
Speaking of tangential thought, there I go.
Thus far in life, I've established a decent routine. Get up at 6, shower, eat, walk to school, do school. After that I come home, wind down, dink around for ten minutes, get the homework done, and then the rest of the day is mine to do... whatever.
I'm currently thinking about doing something that could fill that time up.
Next Monday are tryouts for the school play. I've done theater before, so I know the scene, I know how it works, but for some reason (and even though there's no downside) I'm rather apprehensive. This "stage fright" or "performance anxiety" or whatever is completely new and foreign to me. I've only started feeling it in the last few months, which is... odd. Isn't that something that you usually grow out of, and not in to?
Either way, I will probably try out and will probably at most get a minor little part. That's not because of lack of confidence or anything, I know I can perform, but I've gotten a lot less expressive and haven't acted for a couple of years. If I don't make it I will probably help out in the crew, maybe pick up some tricks on lighting or sound. Something useful, and that's completely disregarding the fact that it's a social hub. Making friends is always a plus.
But I just have to keep going every day. One day further, one day smarter, one day better. It's amazing how our perception of the passage of time is so subjective. It really does make it feel that it's a creation of man to rationalize our universe. It slows down, it speeds up, and sometimes it almost stops. It's a crazy, untamable beast.
Just gotta go with it.
For now, I'm glad I've got a nice little sense of normalcy now. School, work, fun, blog, bed. A nice order to things. The part I'm currently on sure helps make the rest seem rational and sensible. It helps order my thoughts and get me ready to file the memories away for the night.
So here I am, ending a day. And, in an instant, I'll be ready to start another.
Good night ladies and gents, have a lovely evening.
