What state of reality have I been living in?

Today in class my professor showed photographs of abject poverty in Africa. I have always been aware of such suffering, but I haven't been conscious of them. Usually I would say something similar to "words can't describe" or "language is futile" but that's an easy way out. For one, it prevents me from actually thinking about the issue. It allows me to slip back into an anesthetized existence. Mr. Rudzinski would constantly bring me to catharsis in his classroom. He would illustrate human suffering and fallacy and then the bell would ring and I would be purged of feelings of injustice or a call to alms. Brecht purposefully rejected his audience catharsis for that very reason. So that people would go out, pick up tools, and help.

Africa is a life experience away from me. How can I help? This feeling of complete ineptitude floods me. This is a new level, a new understanding but I don't believe I'm going to do anything about it -- that is a poverty beyond what I can bare right now. However, soon I'll be distracted. I'll go to Ward Connerly tonight and think about Affirmative Action, and then I'll get over it.

Make-a my day Jew

Had to quote Borat. I'm Jewish, I can make make Jewish Jokes.

Today Matt and I discussed my potential stand-up routine. Here is my first "bit."

Don't you hate it when people mix english and espanol!? It's very irritating!

(booz induced hysterics)

Thank you all! You've been great!

A non-depressing post- enjoy!

I'm in the SUB outside of Jasmines Cafe and I need to go to the library, but can't bring my mocha with me. What's a girl to do? The answer: Blog until her drink is gone.

Therefore: A BLOG POST!

I'm having a good day. I woke up at 7 to find that my alarm had lost power, thus I reset it for 8 and didn't miss class. (That would have been bad.) One should never miss a Dr. Gall class. They're too good.

I'm also excited to be drinking this mocha... thanks to Alex complaining about people drinking Mocha's I have found this new beverage. Would it sound overstated to say that chocolate, espresso, and soy make the trinity of hot drinks? Probably. However, I'm really okay with being overstated. My loquacious sense adds to the length of research papers. (Well it used to till I was told that it was obnoxious and now I can hardly write a paragraph because I'm sum up thoughts in sentences.)

Rambling..

So, what to say? I suppose I should admit something. I really miss Sarah. (She reads my blog so I can passively address her.) She is wonderful and we both are to busy to see each other this semester. That must change. I'm very proud of her for pursuing theatre, something I'm to intimidated to do. So as Sean Hannity always says, You're a Great American. Bah, I hate Sean Hannity.

Ok, I think I'm almost done with this drink.

In conclusion... good day, miss Sarah, like Mocha's and scared to be a theatre major..

TTFN

Sometimes I'm really insecure.

Especially recently...

Blah, why am I so depressing! I don't feel depressed until I reflect on writing my thoughts. Usually, I'm joyful or at least content. But introspection depresses me. Thus, insecurity.

On Liberty

(I'm sorry J.S. Will for stealing your title.)

Like most of my scattered posts, this one shall be brief.

I can't audition for one-acts. I simply do not have the time. I'm really glad I pledged Phi Sigma Pi but I hate that I this semester has been at the cost of theatre. I love theatre. It's my one high, and yet I'm not doing anything theatre related this semester. I don't think I should go to the theatre banquet because I'm a pathetic excuse for a theatre major.

Time is one trapping... but not the only.

To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour. -Blake