Scandalous!

Don't tell Depression and Apathy, but I'm having a sordid affair with Happiness. I know, I know, I said I was over her. "It's an impossible dream, I'm doomed to contentment" or something along those lines were my words. Apparently my resolve wasn't strong enough, though, so for the time being we'll have our trysts and covertly go about our merry way. Perhaps I'll file for a divorce with Existential Despair, but I do like constants and despair seems to be easier to keep up that exultant jubilation. Something has to go wrong sooner or later. Right? Righhhhhhht? Well, I was wrong once...

Anywho, it's been almost a week since I posted last (I've been, ahem, "otherwise indisposed", as it were). I know, shocking. It's normal for most blogs, but I seem to be a tad more ... prolific than most blogwriters. Odd, since I generally deem most of my life trite and not worth mentioning. So, in that spirit, I'll do just the opposite!

We've been assigned a Shakespeare project in English. I don't know what to think of it. On the one hand it'll be a lot of work with a research topic I'm not pleased with at all. On the other, my group is all hard workers and we've got some real interesting ideas; all we have to do is be able to pull them off! We'll see. Hopefully it'll be fun.

What won't be fun, though, is Economics. After adamantly asserting that no, we do not "get what we pay for", I have decided the entire subject of economics is crazy. Given the incentive, one could use economics to prove that 2+2 not only equaled 5, but that they had detailed statistics and historical proof to back it up. And it's only been 4 days! It makes me even more enthusiastic about never, ever, ever, touching business in any form. Business devours your soul then swallows your heart for desert. At least, that's my impression of it.

Another let down was last night's football game. Some people don't understand the fanaticism that many associate with sports. I equate football to a man's soap opera (I've probably written this before, but since you skimmed that, maybe you'll get it the second go around). The drama, the epic confrontations of the highest stakes on the "frozen tundra" (any football field can be called a "frozen tundra", it's fun and dramatic. Try it!), all create an atmosphere of extreme escapism. The team's wins and losses become personal wins and losses. It's like fighting a war with no death. Unless, of course, you're prone to massive heartattacks or severe post-traumatic depression. In those cases, sports are not for you.

Anyway, we lost. It was sort of sad. Not so much since I wasn't looking forward to more marching and really cold November games, but playoffs where your team might win are some of the best games out there (and we may still go, folks; depends on whether Halls wins next week).

Then, continuing the trend of unfortunate events ironically being overshadowed by my sordid liaison with joy, I had the ACT this morning. My impression was that I did better in most areas than the last time. Certainly in Math and Reading. Science, though, BLEW MY BRAIN. It hurt, and I'm still reeling. But it's over. After I see if I like physics in college, I'll be done with the entire subject FOREVER. Economics, foreign languages, and science: the banes of my academic existence.

Speaking of standardized tests, I got my SAT scores. They were good. Not as good as Zaq or Caitlin, but around the same level in relativity to my PSAT score. Again I did much better on Verbal than Math. It sort of bugs me. I mean, I like my high Verbal score. But being a Math Major with that big a discrepancy... Makes me reconsider writing. Good thing I've no confidence, ambition, or real ability, eh?

It's all good though. Be happy, do happy, make happy. I'll certainly try to.