Point me, in the direction of Albuquerque!!!

Because I need to go hoo-o-o-ome! That's a little lyric from a band called The Partridge Family. It's been stuck in my head all the day long. And other lyrics by the same band. Probably because I was listening to it in the car. So, Let's get to it people. Let's get to the nitty gritty. I am SO SO SO filled with anxious stress right now, once again motivated by that which I hate to do most, which is make decisions. I can't decide whether I should go to Whitehorse this weekend or not, and I need to know before 4am. Which is when we neeed to be on the wait list for the ferry, which is a mere technicality I'm sure- I really can't imagine them saying it's actually full. The purpose of this visit would be to go to the hotsprings, and watch the beginning of the Yukon Quest Dog race, from whitehorse to Fairbanks, which is a harder core version of the Iditarod- less famous, you know how we roll. This trip would be with Mrs. Adrienne March and Kirsa my less famous sister (hah! just kidding, that doesn't even make any sense) and we would get to enjoy such benefits as, The Ferry Ride, The chance to get out of Juneau for a bit, the roadtrippiness, the scenery, kicking it with Matt Heavner, the supercool physics instructor at UAS that I still haven't had any classes with, and yet think quite fondly of. He is a huge force in telling us to forget our responsibilites and just go, I think probably because he is so jazzed about going himself, but in either case- I do appreciate his enthusiasm, and with out it, I don't think the three of us would have cooked up this plan so far along. So now, "Alicia, (you say) why wouldn't you take an advantage like this trip?" It sounds like all good things right?

Well! What if I told you that Katie White and Lou Logan's combined birthday party this year was a wild kingdom dress as your favorite animal party?! And that I was supposed to perform in the bump and grind as part of a choregraphed trio dancing to "Love will Keep us together" by Capt. and Tenille? And that I was supposed to speak in support of the Theatre program in an effort to get a Major here at UAS- and that those respective events were happening Saturday, Friday, and Friday? And what if I told you that I would be missing the Fungi lab on friday afternoon, as well as two morning classes on friday, as well as a Saturday morning class? making it a grand total of three classes and one lab missed?!? Maybe I should go a bit further and tell you that after Matt used his brainwashing ability on me and talked me into saying I was going, that I went to talk to my dawg K-money and his advice was to call Dave Tallmon, biology teacher extraordinaire, as well as the leader of the potentially absent lab, at his home. What If I went further still and told you that I did call him, and his advice was to "Follow your conscience" and "Do what you think is right" and such other helpful tidbits... he then went on to say that he knew what he would do, but there was no point in telling me, because that shouldn't influence my decision. Thanks Dave! No thanks! no, really, real thanks.. even though it wasn't helpful in the least, it was another step in the decision making process. The final guess what else?! is a bit more cloudy in purpose and has neither a greater amount of substance or style (that doesn't make any sense I know) and is that I was hoping to hang out with someone in particular this weekend, because I have a bit of a crush... but we'll leave that at that.

So where does that leave me? Hanging in the balance, weighing missed social engagements, the responsibility of being a student, and a boy against the idea that you never really regret going places in my experience, and road trips are always fun, and seeing nature and being all thoughtful is usually a good life thing.

I went to a little study session at campus, freaked out a bit, and then thankfully Peter reminded me there was contact improv tonight! So, downtown I did travel, and it was everything I had hoped it would be and more. As always. Seriously people, contact contact improv!!! There is nothing better. Afterwards I felt the warm glow you can only feel after such activity, and was also happy having had a mini reunion of clowns, and got more advice from more people, although unfortunately I don't seem to have anyone that I've asked yet, who can tell me why they are the end all be all in advice giving.

And So, Here I sit. It is 11- I have to be at the ferry in five hours if I'm going. And who wants to be tired on the Ferry ride? Not this guy. If I'm going. I have to pack. If I'm going. I have to get penguin costume makings. If I'm not going.

Decisions, decisions, I am so not good at making you. This must be the biggest proof that I'm still not a big kid. I think you have to stop wanting people to make choices for you in order to count as a grown up. In which case I definitely don't. I realized I did have an end all be all in advice giving, and called home- hahah. But unfortunately dear parents in WV are sleeping, sweetly I hope. But maybe I am a grown up, and I'm just a crackpot who'll always be indecisive, hopefully not crippingly to my life, friends or loved one, or productivity in society. But I do rememebr now that I think about it, a whole bunch of mundane decisions that I could take forever to make, and then my dad said "Oh, yeah. You are crazy I guess". But for now I'm just going to think that maybe someday I'll grow into some decision making muscles. I hope so.
Is this thing on????