Ok, guys, so my new blog is called I'm Going for The Record.
Just kidding.
Let's try a normal blog entry, hmmm?
So I've been doing something a lot lately. I suppose I'd call it living. I mean, let's face it, whenever I get really involved in actually doing things with myself, the blog gets the temporary shaft, right? But I don't know if it's living so much. I mean, not all of it. Because I always saw living as the gorgeous moments, the people you love, the things you do with them. Right now, I'm testing. Myself, that is. Two shows, decent amount of schoolwork going on, writing constantly. I have a planner. ME, Ian, planner...yeah, I'm scared too.
I don't know what it is, but I just want to do stuff for a while. I want to be constantly hopping from one foot to the next, wearing a different hat every hour...metaphorically speaking. But today, my roommate and my friends are off exploring DC. They don't have classes Friday. They certainly don't have so much to do that they can't go. They don't have a show, much less two. They're out having a blast.
So what?
So I don't know whether I'd rather be doing the same right now or what. It really doesn't matter. I couldn't have gone today, but it happens a lot lately. Show, rehearsal, homework, lines, papers, projects. I can't be with Ali as much as I'd like. It's hard, but maybe that's why I like it right now. I like the challenges. I could count the movies I've watched this semester on one hand. With all due respect to the collection, I kind of like that right now too.
I think my only problem is I don't see this ending. I like the work now because of the perspective I think I'll get later with free time. But if I do a summer job this year, where's this free time coming from? I mean, the Stone Harbor idea was fascinating, but how likely is it that the A Kids could all get up there and find a place, work, etc? Not bloody likely. So that means a job in DC or Maryland. I can't go home again. I learned that over winter break. I had a blast, but I can't be in GA another summer. It's not the same for me anymore. And I suddenly can't think about that anymore because it hurts a bit more than I expect.
So if there's no downtime, will this new way for me just make me live without free time? Is this the transition into adulthood? If so, I'm not impressed.
Look, fact is, I'm happy right now. I'm proud of my work in several faculties, but one of the places I was always proudest was of my friendships and how I keep them. Maybe I just don't know how proud of them I am right now. Maybe that's it.
Bored now...