I must admit I feel absolutely engrossed in a fluffy blanket of love. No matter who dumps a bucket of shit on my head, I still feel like I come out smelling of roses. Thanks guys. For everything. No really, you guys are what made me realize that the human race really does deserve a fighting chance. Oh and me too. *^_^*
So yeah, I figured this would be a fun way to let everyone how much I love them and miss them. Because yes, no matter how much I hermit, hide, and hibernate I still love you all. And you know it. Even Ryan. It does feel really weird walking through an everyday situation knowing that no less than fifteen people love me every minutes of every day and they aren't even bound to do so by law or blood. Wow...I must be the luckiest cutest red curly haired orphan ever! Wait...no...Fuck you Annie and your little dog too.
I'm happy. I'll admit it. It won't change any time soon. Promise. ~_^ I do feel absolutely ridiculous walking around beaming for joy every minute of every day. Apparently my perspiring confidence makes me a big target to be randomly hit on though which I still have to get used to. Yes, I am going to pretend it is my unwavering confidence and obvious flair. Does make a girl feel awfully pretty though.
So class. Its better. MUCH better. Theater survey holds all the fun jokes of being friends with a thespian without all the drama. It is more further playing on what I already know and filling in nifty trivia, but in all honesty anything beyond that would be wasted on me at 9:30 in the morning. Shafer is awesome and I must admit I enter that class every day with a twinkle in my eye waiting for the day that he kicks someone in the balls. I am also forcing myself to act out in that class as a way of getting over my newfound fear of human interaction. It is illogical to fear playing with people when it is one of their favorite things about you. So yay.
Medieval philosophy...well it had me so giddy that I was still giggling halfway into Biology. It was that good. Since I haven't taken any other philosophy classes many of the terms are almost unknown to me until the professor defines them. Which is excellent since it forces me to listen to the entire lecture despite the instructor's slight speech impediment and obviously lacking social capabilities.
I love learning new ideas (or recollecting them? hehe.) I don't know if it qualifies as an addiction or a fetish but either way despite how comfortable I felt in all my homes over break, in all the homes I have had, nothing beats the high I reach when I step foot on grounds for higher learning. The feeling of potential is almost overwhelming. Maybe this is because in the past I have always lived three steps in the future just to try to stay on top of all my problems, but I am happy. Beyond happy.
I also realized that I can tell how enthralling a class is by the art I create while in the lecture. Sketching for future works in theater, sketching idly in biology, and I can only manage calligraphy in philosophy because it is just that good. ~_^
Bet ya forgot how lengthy, intensive, and ridiculous my entries are. Stream of consciousness my antiblog. ~_^

Points of interest:
what qualifies as a performance
ancient theater
theory of forms (third man argument, theory of recollection, Euthyphro's paradox)

All up for free discussion. Try to keep up if you dare loves. ~_^ Au revoir.

Current Location: Home #23
Current Music: Blind Guardian - Valhalla

I am always staring at the stars. Because I am afraid of the floor. In my short lifespan i have already seen it consume too many wonderful souls. I watched my parents rot from the inside. I could see what they were, what they could be, and i watched it all die. Because they didn't have any hope. And so instead of submitting to society. They made a suicide pact. A long hard painful suicide pact. One that they are still enacting. It was very hard growing up in a household where the only goal was death and means in which to acquire more death. Watching them grasp at passions, old flames that used to be their warmth. And just finding nothing...Watching them try to fake it with the minuscule shreds of humanity left in them...(I want to say it'll all be right in the end.) You want to lie to me? Or you want me to feel better? I have never told anyone this before...Haven't even tried. But I am not ashamed. They were not strong enough, but I don't know if I will be either.