Ovation Sound. Winston Salem, NC

There are some things that I didn't actually think I would ever be doing.

"What are those things?" you may ask.

Well...one of them is recording an album.

You know that little show about which I blogged a little while ago? The Wild Party. That debaucherous, curse word ridden, relationship shattering (yes, I said it) show? We are currently in a studio working on the Original Cast Recording of said show.

I am tired. I haven't had a shower. And I have tons of homework waiting on me tonight.

But I couldn't be happier.

One life goal: Record an album.

Accomplished.

At times, I think that enrolling in a course just because I knew that I would be doing arts and crafts once a week was a great idea.

Then I have to take notes. And I get confused. And the actually Chemistry part of Chemistry in Art rears its ugly head.

Now don't get me wrong. I love silk painting, glass making, and copper etching just as much as the next artsy fartsy college student. But when its associated with ionic bonds and binders and tempers and balancing equations and...well...SCIENCE IN GENERAL...my head hurts just writing about it.

Then again, I'm sure that if I weren't blogging in the midst of all of these foreign terms, I might understand them better.

I should get back to that...maybe...

however...

I wonder if anyone has written on my Facebook wall.

No more school.

Dear Spring Break,

I think its time we had a talk.

I am a little hurt by your infrequent visits. We used to be best friends. Now, you only come around once a year. I mean, sure, you are fun to hang out with and I always feel really relaxed when I'm with you. But after you leave...everything goes back to normal. Its like you were never here.

You even took your toothbrush out of the bathroom. Why would you take your toothbrush? You act like you're never coming back or something.

You know, if our mutual friend Easter Break wasn't coming to visit soon, I might be taking this a lot harder.

Its ok that you want to go see other people. But next time, please, stay a little while longer.

Love,
Sheldon

This is My Life.

Oh Kurt Halsey. You've never said it better.

Sometimes I wonder why girls...I'm sorry...young women are so intrigued by men who spend the evening talking about themselves.

Who cares what you have to say if you're not concerned with how SHE is really feeling?

I mean, don't get me wrong...I'm sure that she is enjoying your narcissistic conversation because you're scratching her back...but do you know what her favorite CD is? What's her favorite TV show?

Learn that. And then there will be reason enough to scratch her back.

I've earned it. Have you?