I'm in a very "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" sort of mood, I don't know why but this scene has been running through my head all day long...

"And so the problem remained; lots of people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the one with digital watches...And then, one Thursday, nearly 2000 years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own...suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything...Sadly, however, before she could go to a phone to tell anyone about it, a terrible stupid catastrophe occured, and the idea was lost forever."

It's a shame Douglas Adams has already kicked the bucket because it would be amazing to meet him.

I've been feeling sort of bipolar lately. I have these moments where life is just wonderful. I couldn't ask anything more of this world, all of the pieces have fallen into place.How can I possiby complain? But there are also times where I feel really lost. To be perfectly honest with myself, I don't know what the hell I want to major in, what I want in a college, where I want to go, and all those other crucial details. What do I want? Who do I want to be? Words cannot express my trepidation that I'll end up stuck with a dead end career I hate. I think that it's absolutely ridiculous that today's socity expects you to know what you want to do with the REST OF YOUR LIFE when you're still a teenager, 16 or 17. I find it frustrating because I think of myself as being okay at a bunch of things, but there's not one thing that sticks out in my mind that I feel I'm talented enough to persue. Consider yourself lucky if you have a clue about what you want to do with your life. These days I just feel sort of wishy-washy.

The optimist in me refuses to pipe down, so I'll try and focus on the happy things of today:

1. Watching Mr. Woodward play with a magnet near his TV and marvel at the pretty colors, only to freak out when he realized," Hmm, maybe I shouldn't do that, because the colors don't really go away, crap."
2. Laughing my ass off in bio with Lori, Jen, and Megan, about hot skinny lesbian cows, oh man.
3. The wonderfulness that is French class
4. Listening to Katie sing Avenue Q on the way home from crew- "Why are you all laughing? Because out lives SUCK!"
5. An easy day at crew, that consisted of bubbles, recalling the good ol days of Del Scorcho with Kim, developing a new talent I like to call musical erging, and chocolate milk. Holly's dad is my hero, no joke.


So you see, life is not all bad. I just looked at the clock, and realized that it'll be tomorrow in like 30 minutes. Wednesday...let' see that means, a late start- there's a reason to be happy right there, and oh, it'll be the 5th! The fifth is a very special day and number indeed. If a certain someone reads this they'll appreciate why.

I guess the important thing to keep in mind is: DON'T PANIC!

(Douglas Adams is da man)