All those Red Alerts, all that dancing

I've been busy. Busy doing work. Busy getting into trouble. And busy being stupid. Its been great. Sorta.

School has been keeping me on my toes in more ways than one. Between finals, final projects and just plain old theater work, I haven't had time to take a breath let alone time to blog. And yet, I somehow have made time to get myself snared into more socio-political drama than I care to deal with. Between me being stupid and me being drunk, I have courted disaster on several fronts.

But what would life be without my deliberately unbalancing myself.

The combination of a hopeless romantic and a die hard cynic is a strange one, but it seems to describe my current situation quite well. Between wanting to cultivate a relationship with someone who I believe can understand me, and despising humanity on the principle that no one can possibly understand anyone, I'm sort of up the creek without the philosophical paddle.

And I've done a damn good job of alienating the precious few that seem to care about me and try to deal with my eccentricities. Pushing away those who push too far and pulling the ones who don't want to get close, in.

It has always been a dance, and I, historically, cannot deal with my personal choreography. I can direct the rest of the dance, and have the orchestra playing my song, but as soon as I try to join the dance, I trip and unbalance the entire show.

Don't really know where I'm going with this though.

Muah!
Lyrinoir