Well, I hate to admit it, but I finally confess: I've put too much on my plate. Don't tell anyone. But I'm quitting my job at the lab to get some more school time and Chapman and UCLA... not to mention the internship. Also, and this is really on the downlow, I'm secretly avoiding homework as I play very badly on a friend's borrowed guitar. I'm loving it. I used to play the piano years upon years ago (this was before the drumset, the marimba, steel drum, and the handbells) and I miss it, but don't have any place for a piano or any reason to practice. The guitar I just tuck under the couch. ANYWAY, my enjoyment is that I'm doing something creative when the writing is teh suck.
And being creative often is teh suck, isn't it? I think that's why I always do the script coverages for the week over working on the scripts for me to turn in on Friday. Editing is always easier. The answer is simply becuase something's already there. It is more impossible to have nothing and try to make it something. (Don't you just hate looking at a blank word document sometimes?)
Anyway, I'm afraid to tell them that I'm quitting. I'll give them two weeks, of course, but I also feel guilty. I guess that's the thing. I need to focus. And counting microbes in plates isn't going to get me where I need to go anymore. At the same time, this is the very first time I say goodbye to "Science Kay," the part of my persona that has been in a labcoat since my early days of high school. But then again, I gave up the piano all those years ago and look what's hiding under my couch?
