It's the wet jeans and the chaffing...it's just not fun!

I am at work right now. This shouldn't be too horribly surprising since most of my blogs originate while I'm working because I'm so freaking bored! So I'm back in Provo, working at the call center as I type this. Probably not as you read it, HOPEFULLY since this job kind of drives me insane and I want to get a new one. I figure it's never good to want to spend as little time at your job as possible, especially when you make your own schedule.

So, onto the choice of my major. I've decided to audition for the MDT program, despite my refusals to ever participate in theatre again. I pretty much failed at that already, as I was not doing a show for two months and went insane so I auditioned at the Hale Center Theatre and was cast in their version of A Christmas Carol. That experience was amazing and it made me realize that I really do enjoy performing.

However, while I was in the bookstore today (that place is CRAZY at the beginning of semester!) I kept seeing all these amazing books. I was actually tempted to buy textbooks for classes I wasn't taking, just because they looked so cool! For instance, there was a book about U.S. history, and I really just wanted to take it and read it! And then there were instances when I saw books and was actually tempted to sign up for the classes they were required for.

Recently, I've been thinking a lot about what I want to do with my life. I was talking with Chase one night and he said something really interesting. He said that everyone had a reason for the major they picked. It wasn't just something random that they picked off a dart board and figured they'd base their life around it. This got me thinking about why I was refused the idea of being a theatre major and instead focused on an academic major. What I realized was that, while I was always a fairly intelligent person, it wasn't until around my junior or senior years of high school where I actually thought I was smart. More importantly, it wasn't until then that I felt other people thought of me as smart. In my mind and the minds of others, I was the choir girl, the girl who did theatre, with a strong voice and the ability to act. It wasn't until the past few weeks that I realized I'd picked history over theatre because I felt like I had something to prove to people and to myself. It was me saying to the world "Hey look, I'm smart and can do more than just sing and act. I can think for myself and am not one of those people that perform because they can't do anything else."

So, upon realizing this, I was able to come to terms with my performer phobia and accept that I do, indeed, enjoy performing. But then today, I was thinking about it. Yeah, I enjoy performing and I'm good at it, but am I willing to give up something I love to learn about for something I love to do? Am I willing to give up pursuing academia in order to perform for a few years, because, honestly, I can't see myself performing for all of my life. Really, I want to be a professor. Teaching theatre wouldn't bother me, but I would really love to teach History. So what do I do now? Well, for starters I audition for the MDT program since I've already geared myself up for it. I figure I'll take things from there and play it by ear. For all I know I won't make it and then will be a history major and the choice will be made up for me.

Well, I only have 20 minutes left of work now. Maybe I should blog more often while I'm working, since I got my first - and only - booking while I was typing this.

However, I still think I'm going to try and find another job. I really want to work in retail since I love dressing people and clothes in general. I think it comes from my obsession with beauty and appearance. Not that I'm obsessed with physical appearance, but I am obsessed and really appreciate things that are beautiful or interesting to the eye. Hence why I love photography too. I love seeing beauty and brilliance in everyday things and trying to capture it in an artistic way that does justice to what I'm capturing.

Anyway, I've got to go. I don't know if anyone reads this anymore, but if you do, cool! I hope you enjoy reading my ramblings as much as I enjoy typing them!

Toodles!

-Jillian