From before the 19th to after the 19th.

These past couple weeks, I’ve been scrambling around like a rabbit on Red Bull. I’ve gone from packing in order to leave for a four-month trip to Guatemala knowing that I would graduate when I returned with a Reconciliation Studies Major and an Art Minor, to unpacking in order to stay here at school so I could passionately pursue an Art Major; and from that to having it brought to my attention after I was told my new plan was totally possible (and having expensively withdrawn from the study abroad program) that my new plan totally isn’t possible, unless I’m willing to stab myself in one eye with a paintbrush and black the other one out with a stick of charcoal, carefully but artfully cut off both my legs with an Exacto knife, staple about 290 syllabi (that’s about 400,000 credits worth) all over my body, drink about nine gallons of lead-based oil paint, and stuff my nostrils full of modeling clay for about the same amount of time it takes for a minke whale to go through its gestation period.

Then I could have the Art Major.

(I considered drawing that, but it all ended up looking too St. Sebastian-like.)

[An effective look for a martyr, not so much for an exaggerator.]

OR, I could go back to having a Reconciliation Major and an Art Minor, and be happily taking my favorite art classes for one more semester.

I chose the latter. Last Friday. And now I have to switch all my classes around to fit my new plan, rendering the first week of this semester (which was last week) pointless.

Shoot me in the balls, whydontcha.

While all that stuff (that I was talking about in the first half of that big paragraph up there) was happening, I was also directing, rehearsing, publicizing, and preparing for the encore of the musical I wrote, Forwards & Backwards: A Musical Bromance. (There’s a link to the show’s new website on my sidebar now, and hey look, the title I just wrote is blue because you can click it and it will take you to the same place!) I was busy.

I also had J-term finals at that time.

As Bilbo Baggins said, “I feel like butter that has been scraped over too much bread.”  Slide an anxiety disorder in all that mess and Bilbo’s words are still relevant; just freeze the butter.

And in all the hustle and bustle (that makes it sound way too jolly), I did something I’ll regret for another 350 days or so...



...I missed National Popcorn Day.

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There was a countdown on my sidebar, for crying out loud. I had been dreaming up different ways to celebrate, how the celebratory blog post would probably be my best ever because of the amazing and unexpected way I celebrated it, but the day came and passed and I didn’t even know. My dad texted me about it when it was far too late. Popcorn Day had been overlooked.

I did celebrate unknowingly, however, at lunch that day. No, I didn’t have popcorn, but that would have made it better, now that I think about it. We were working on getting the word out about the musical (Click the blue letters! Click the blue letters!), and I decided to have the cast do a flashmob performance of one of the songs at lunch that day.  So on Popcorn Day, January 19^th, at 12:25, we did it. Something went wrong with the sound in the beginning, but you’ll see that it turned out well. I'm the guy in the blue, on top of the table.

So Popcorn Day was celebrated. It was just like it was in my first post, except we were the people in the street, and the onlookers were the dreamers. Fistfuls of popcorn may have been the only thing that could have made it better. (That and no sound malfunctions.) And the musical went wonderfully, by the way. 408 people in attendance. Hot damn.

Anyway. My scrambling is slowing now, luckily, and my school problems are beginning to be solved. Like I said earlier, life definitely doesn't suck. Mark your calendars for the next January 19th, though, because MAN that's going to be one hell of a doozy.