I am very something. I can't put my finger on it. It's like being tired and happy and stressed out and serene and tense all at the same time. I think it's the musical, the constant feeling that I might have to break out into song is really getting to be a large burden on my system. It may be all this abstraction in most of my classes. We won't even go into Logic, and philosophy is almost completely abstract concepts peppered with our profs somewhat unnerving jokes that he throws in once in a while. Then, today in beginning acting we had to act that this stick was a precious vase. It's just sort of creepy how close you start getting to a sort of schizophrenic sort of mindset. Yes, this is my vase. It doesn't look anything like a stick. It's a vase. It's a vase. It's a vase.
Well, I said I wasn't going to say anything about this...but I was in logic yesterday, and our professor had forgotten that we had an hour and forty minute class period, so we got to leave twenty minutes early since he had nothing prepared. That was kind nice, even though I really enjoy the class. I'm beginning to feel that class is a secondary function of college. Definitely.
It's sort of weird. This semester has been so easy so far this semester academically, even though most of my friends are complaining of having too much homework. I don't feel that way. I am good. This is my vase. Not your vase. Mine.
