Dare I even attempt to write a serious entry? A life update, I suppose. I really don't know where to begin. Not much has happened, really. I got my package from Slave Labor Graphics finally. I now have a nice Z? sleeve-less hoodie to wear. I'm so stylin'. I got a new perscription for my glasses. My eyesight is going bad, yes. I blame the internet. I'm getting more to do at work - which is a good thing, you know, since you're suppose to go to work to actually, like, work and stuff, and not just sit around watching Cartoon Network and Law & Order because you don't have anything to do - and it's not your fault if you get all your work done within an hour. I may be getting my own morning show on the Top 40 station. I plan to play some Tatu - espcially their latest "All About Us" because it's been stuck in my head for the last two days. I'm actually going out this weekend. Something NOT band or work related. I'm going with a couple friends to see Narnia ... finally. I've been wanting to see it for quite some time. The last time I actually got out to do something with friends (not work or band-related) was the first weekend of December when we saw Rent - which, I have to admit, is fucking AWESOME and everyone needs to see. I've been a fan of the musical for years, but I have to say: It's the only movie, in all my twenty-three years, that made me openly sob (much less cry) in a movie theater ... in front of people. One of my friends was like, "Seth, it's nice to see you showing a little emotion." ... I can't help it if I get a little too reserved sometimes. I guess I just keep it all bottled up inside, and when I finally let it out, it all comes out at once, and I come off as scary or something. People see me as overly emotional. At work, I'm the funny little gothy metro-sexual guy. (Where the metro-sexual part came from, I'm not sure - but I think that a certain coworker might have something to do with that.) I'm still getting teased by Ted about the whole having a twin whose a model thing. Well, at least they've finally dropped the Yulia Volkova thing ... after three years. (I guess since she had her baby, she's looking fuller and more like a woman than I do. WHEW. Sometimes it really sucks to be rather androgynous-looking. Sigh.) Damn. It's good to look like myself again. Or at least, that's what I thought until Ted saw Elyse. Sigh. Respect seems to be an issue at work, however. I'll have random people barge in to the studio while I'm in the middle of recording something, and I'll just want to smack them and be like "the door was closed, the sign was up, the light was on - WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!" I think it's time for a meeting. The weather is finally starting to return to normal, you know, winter-esque weather. Two days ago, we had a high of 68 ... this, my friends, is wrong, so very wrong for January. The last time the weather was like this was 2000, and we got a couple of happy tornadoes. Joy. Today, I am wearing my plaid Chucks in hopes that I'll have a good day - I've just been so increasingly stressed and I don't know why - things are easier now, but I just have this evil looming over my shoulder - like something bad is going to happen; some major shit will go down, and it just ... everything feels wrong. People around me are filled with either disrespect or animocity - surrounded by so much anger and frustration. I don't know where it's coming from. When the angry people get around me, I think that they're pissed off at me for some reason, and that everyone's attacking me. And at school, I don't know why, but I feel that one of my advisors has antagonized me. Perhaps it's easier to antagonize the person you never see. I mean, I was never able to come in for a meeting with him because of conflicting schedules, but I managed to show up to EVERY class last semester. Granted, he did not teach any of them, but nevertheless. It seems like the only time we ever communicate is to schedule and cancel meetings. I keep saying that I'd rather just discuss it over the phone or through e-mail since we are having so much trouble with scheduling a time together, but he insisted on an in-person meeting and ... well ... he's getting angry with me. The sad thing is, I think that we would have had whatever it was figured out by now if we'd just followed my route. Sigh. I feel like my only safe haven now is the Fine Arts Building - I feel like everywhere else on campus, people are watching for me, and I need to avoid them. It's gotten to the point where I park in certain areas and take certain paths to classes and buildings -long, out-of-the-way obstacle courses - in order to avoid seeing these people. So I've talking about this newfound paranoia with David and Shannon and told them I considered committing myself or getting therapy. They said I couldn't afford it and, alas, they're right. So I'm thinking of taking a semester off. I really think I need it. David, however, is against it completely - but that's him; he thinks I should just get school done and over with. Shannon is supportive and thinks that I could really use one - just so long as I take ONE class so that they can't screw me over in regards to my degree. David is worried that I'll have a taste of what's it's like to take off a semester and not want to go back. On the other hand, this commute of 30 miles to and 30 miles from work to home is starting to take its toll financially and in regards to time. Time for me to move out. Need my own place. Just need a roommate. Any of you guys want to move to Owensboring?