So I sing a lot. Or I guess maybe it's just music in general--because today I got to Handbell Choir practice at 4:30, rang until 6, grabbed 2 PB&J sandwiches, went off to COC from 7-10, then to Glee Club at 10:30-11:30. Now when I go about adding that all up, it looks like nearly a quarter of today was spent in musical activity, not to mention the time I spent singing at work. Sheesh. Although I must say I enjoy it.

So something's been bugging me lately. I'm not working toward anything. There's no "light at the end of the tunnel," no point of exit, no finish line. I feel as though I'm trying to keep so busy to distract myself from that idea. I'm doing almost as much now as I was last year at this time, it seems, which in many ways is good--but I'm not entirely convinced that what I need is a dose of reality. A point at which I'll tell myself it's time to make some sort of decision concerning my future, after which I can't just lolligag around twiddling my thumbs and building sets for a living. Don't get me wrong, I'm having a good time, but I'm an intelligent person, and I'm getting a little tired of what appear to be labor-oriented jobs--Maintenance, Sears, Carpentry. I want to use the brain God gave me and the education my parents have paid for (so far, anyway) to do something. As of right now, I can't say what that something might be, but I have a feeling it doesn't involve a drill or hammer, except maybe for an occasional dose of fun.

I suppose the biggest thing is feeling like I need to grow up. To be responsible. To cut my hair (which I did), and to be a productive member of society. I say I'm working on it, and I suppose that's true to an extent, but I'm not behind it all the way. It's time to decide, even if it's wrong--at least then I'd be taking some sort of path; even if it isn't the right one for me, I might learn something or (gasp) have fun along the way.

Alright, here we go. Recently started a job at the Great Lakes Theater Festival building sets. The first shows this season are Hamlet and Tartuffe, pretty exciting things going on. This is, of course, after I tried a 3-week stint at waiting tables and I was really no good and didn't like it, so I quit. Eh, what can you do sometimes, I guess?

Tonight I made french fries. It was fun, and really easy. (Who would have thought all you need to make fries is a potato, a knife, and a pot full of vegetable oil?) They were pretty tasty, as far as midnight snacks go. I'm going to bed, so this will be the short, boring first blog post.