Balls to the Wall

Seans advice for the day: If you are walking into a building at 6 in the morning to take a test keep your eyes open. Neglecting to open your eyes while walking could yield very painful results. Take me for example. I closed my eyes and ended up walked smack dab into a three foot high pole with an automatic handicap door opening button on it- smack dab meaning the pole impacted the area directly in between my legs where I keep my testicles. Needless to say I was a little embarrassed and in a lot of pain. Luckily, this did not inhibit my test taking abilities.

Currently listening to: a blend of Dashboard, Damien Rice, and James Blunt (amazing)

Babes In Toyland

This past weekend I had the opportunity to see a fine production of Victor Hubert's play Babes In Toyland". It has been far too long since I last viewed stage play, and this weekend served as a reminder. The creation of a stage, full of props, and characters clad in elaborate costumes and makeup are a couple of the reasons I respect this form of live art. Going to the Cinemark to see a movie is exciting, but plays are much deeper.

I especially enjoyed this one as it was filled with Christmas spirit and the joys of childhood innocence. Watching it jumpstarted a part of my brain that isn't used nearly enough: the ability to make believe. This form of theater is enjoyable and serves as a fun alternative to the movies. One drawback is price. Babes In Toyland cost $30 dollars per ticket for everyone in the audience. However, because I've sold my soul to Uncle Sam it was free.

The Neverending Story

Friday night usually signifies the onset of "the weekend". Unfortunately, I have a feeling these next two days will be no different than Monday thru Friday. I have to prepare for 5 finals, which will take place next weekend. This means sacrifice. Not only will I not venture out into the vast land of Colorado Springs, I will probably be confined to my desk, reading about covalent bonds, derivatives, and Sun Tzu. WTF? I guess this is college, minus the whole getting wasted part.

The Sands of Time

While studying for my chemistry test today I began to think about time. I realized that finals are less than two weeks away and that this time will go by in the blink of an eye. No matter how much study time I schedule, I'll still find myself cramming the night before each final. After finals I'll enjoy a well-deserved two week break. Though I'm looking forward to it, I have no doubt those two weeks will end too soon. The duality of time is complex, and never seems to work in favor of those it controls. There never seems to be enough time, which begs the question: where does the time go? I'm not sure if this entirely possible, but I need to learn to manipulate time. Here at the Academy I don't mind time moving quickly, but being able to slow down life's pace for these two weeks would do me a world of good. Is this just me, or does "time fly" for anyone else?