It's Tough To Be Human

Huzzah for the weekend. Although I'm sure I won't be doing anything worth celebrating about. Except maybe pick up dog poo because my dad is blackmailing me (sort of) for reasons I cannot say.

As I get into the swing of spring classes at dear old Pima, I am starting to ask myself more frequently, "Self, why are you choosing to live this way? Out of shape, lonely, secluded, bored. Aren't you going to make a move soon before you waste your life on what little you have done? Please, do something. Soon. Like now. NOW!"

Perhaps being too analytical of one's life has it's repercussions. I can jot down at least 50 things I find wrong with me and that I would love to right. I question the world way too much I think. Maybe that's why psychology or philosophy seem to be appropriate careers for me. Still, the theatre calls my name. Or rather sings it with vibrato as the note rises higher and higher and higher until the fatal crack. The glass has shattered. I'm cut. Ouch.

Every teacher I have this semester is, shall I say, quite dull. My writing teacher looks like a 70-year-old Cher. Or maybe her now without all the surgery. But bless her she is sweeter than gumdrops. Yeah I said that. So what?

The honors instructor is, I swear to Bob, an alien. Maybe not so much now as I did the first day. But damn he's weird. He like degrades the human race for being whiny babies and not creating anything new since the days of Socrates and Aristotle. However, I'm gonna stick wit it and make the best of the class. Even though it really is just a philosophy class in disguise.

Psych teacher is probably the coolest. The quiz we had today tested us on research methods and independent variables and control groups. Here's the catch. She used a Dr. Morningwood as an example. And the quiz was on erection drugs. Okay, so maybe it is a little perverted. I have to admit though she is pretty laid back. Deals the information, but with humor and charm. Don't get many instructor/teachers like that.

Lastly, we have the guitar class. I want to learn so that I can possibly play music when I feel like singing. But, I'm really stinking at it at the present time. Still a whole semester ahead so I have room for improvement. Ben seems like a cool guy. Looks like he's in his late 20's so I really don't know why he works at Pima. He's doing it for the kids. Maybe. I can't play that flipping fret note. Fluff.

Anyways, I have no clue what I'm going to do for my future. It is bleak and grim. Should I follow what I truly enjoy doing or go with what I find the most interesting? Oh crossroads of life, how you provide such difficult choices. Adieu.