Half Time

I'm sitting in my car, listening to OC Supertones and waiting for performing arts workshop. And, I feel like writing, I guess.

Started the day heading to my 9am Spanish class slightly late, and traffic was particularly bad this morning, so I did my homework in the car at stoplights. I've gotten pretty good at that actually. I used my Tech/Social change class as a chance to catch up on some journal assignments for the course, as well as pay my bills, which was funny to me. Thank God I can use my laptop during that class.

I left school at around noon to discover that my gas gauge was way below the E on my car. Last time it was that low, I actually did run out of gas. I had to find a creative way to make it to the nearest gas station while using as little gas as possible. I ended up riding down hills most of the way. The car started sputtering just as I pulled up to the pump.

I went to work for three hours after that, mainly putting up High School Musical 3 promo materials, and planning to put up more High School Musical 3 materials. I'm starting to get a little carried away with this. I've decided that, yes, it has to happen, I'm going to watch the first two movies. In fact, I've decided I'm not going to blog again until I've seen at least the first one. Know this - I might not necessarily write anything about it in my next blog, but I WILL have watched it by then, so it'll be like a completely different person blogging.

I went to Fry's after work to price party lights to add to my High School Musical display (and because I've always wanted party lights for some reason,) but I instead became distracted by DDR. I was pissed off when every song I tried to play unexpectedly ended half way through, resetting the game. Must have been in some kind of demo mode. Fuck that, said I.

So now I'm here. I'm waiting for this session of workshop to begin. I have to say, I really haven't enjoyed this one very much. It's supposed to be about forum theater, "Theater for the Oppressed", and it's supposed to promote community and such and such, but I think most people in the workshop agree when I say that I feel more oppressed at the end of each night. Furthermore, I'm tired of people arguing about which issues are relevant for theater, which "problems we need to solve," etc. Surely I'm not the only one who realizes that we AREN'T GOING TO SOLVE ANYTHING through this workshop - we're just beginning actors. I'm really afraid that this performance is going to come off as childish and/or be a disaster. In short, I've come home feeling murderous rage after the last two nights of workshop. At least most of the people are still cool.

When this is over, I'll be going back to work for another 3 hours to do marquee and such. So my schedule will have been school, work, school, work by the time the day is over. It's only half-time, and I'm already beat. Ugh.

Well, that was probably interesting to no one. Time to head to class.