Just another Saturday night

As I sit at Pluto's, eating my mixed greens salad with; corn, pepperoncini's, cucumber, lima bean's, tomatoes, pea's and another topping I can't remember with the low-fat honey yogurt dressing (should have stuck with balsamic vinaigrette), I was approached by a traveler with two pups. One was an off breed of a German shepherd and the other was all black. Not a black lad, too small. So cute. He asked me if I had any part of $1.88 he could have. I said no, which was a lie. And he said "okay. Can I tell you a joke?" I said "Sure" and he told me two jokes, both about hippies. One involved a grilled cheese sandwich and the other involved two clean fingers... Both were pretty gross... Anyway, as he was walking away I felt really bad I didn't give him the money. I had it, and then some in my wallet. I'm thinking it was his persona that set me off. He had dreads, some pretty janky clothing, two dogs that were on ropes, not leashes, and he's seemed really arrogant. Could that have immediately turned him off in my head? Who knows... But I sure felt bad for those pups...

I hate judging people, but unfortunately it is necessary for us humans to function (and this is where my hard earned soon to be college degree in Theatre and Psychology comes into play). For us humans to function, and understand the world, we must put everything we sense (with our senses of course) into a file folder system in our brain, called schimas. These help us categorize/judge what we see BUT it also helps us get to information faster when we need it... Cool, huh? Yeah, we human's are a fascinating race...

Alright enough of my education chattering. Chico in summer really blows. It just got to 92 today, and I already hate the heat. Okay, back up. I don't HATE the heat, but I hate sweating (when I'm not working out) and heat does that to you. Also I hate cleaning, sleeping, eating, etc. in the heat. So here's what I'm really going to say; I hate doing things in the heat. I don't necessarily hate the heat itself.

Okay. Good. Glad that was squared away.

The reason for this blog site is to help clear my mind. I seem to always have a million thoughts running through my head at once and I need a way to channel them... I apologize for some rambling that may occur...

'IN THE HEIGHT'S' WAS AMAZING! I can't fathom writing a story in my dorm, giving it to a friend and a few years later it being on Broadway and winning, like, 3 Tony's. WHAT!? The song 'Breath" makes me cry. Every time. Read these lyrics;

'Straighten the spine
Smile for the neighbors
Everything's fine
Everything's cool
The standard reply
"Lots of tests, lots of papers"
Smile, wave goodbye
And pray to the sky, Oh, God
And what will my parents say?'

Yeah. You'd cry too seeing that on stage... I guess it just got to me so much because I've been in that situation. Not the exact situation of course, because I haven't dropped out of college, but pretending that everything is fine when it's not. When you feel like your world is crumbling... And then you have to tell your parents... Shit...

Well. Another one to come, I'm sure.
See you then!