I HATE PROJECT WORK!!!
Increasingly, my blog is being filled with exclamation marks of a less happy kind. It's good that I'm blogging less. I hate unhappy blogging.
Another evening of moral confusion/weirded-outness. I need time to figure a lot of things out. Hmm. Television makes morals so much simpler. But that's Hollywood, and Seth and Summer sleeping together is just ok because they don't look 17 in the first place. And Theresa can get engaged and that's also ok cos she looks wayy older than 17. Evidently these alternate universes exist in our own world as well. Strange, isn't it? Stranger, even. (Just ignore me. I often talk to myself, especially in the small hours. Blogging my self-talk makes me feel a little saner about the whole event.)
Listening to Elton John crooning about his Tiny Dancer, being happy about the wonderful music but terribly terribly unhappy about the Annoyingness that is Project Work. It is most horrible. I hate being PW group leader. Why PW - I hate it more than Math! I wish I didn't have to be a perfectionist freak and worry about the whole damn thing and want to do it all myself so it'll be perfect, just like I'd like to do with Lysistrata etc. And I'm not even the expert here, or there for that matter. But worrying keeps me sane, strangely. Not that I would know whether not worrying would be more or less sane, since I worry all the same. But I think I do a quiet sort of worrying. Or.. quite the opposite outwardly, since people are always telling me to calm down when I feel perfectly. Deja vu. I think I've blogged something of a similar nature before.
Shite. Need to find out about going to see Cut on Wednesday. Which is.. tomorrow.
Okk going back to typing freaking minutes and brainstorm sessions and other bullshit.
Now it's Edge of the Ocean by Ivy.