I feel weird.
I know what you're thinking...so let me just qualify that statement with: I feel weirder than I normally do. I KNOW! It's scaring me too.
Basically, I feel like I have about 5 bazillion things are swimming in my brain right now that I want to blog about, want to get your opinion on, or even want to vent about. But I can't, for the life of me, put these serious-ish things down to be immortalized forever via the interwebs. I start to blog about the serious stuff, but instead all the wants to be typed out is: Look! A bright shiny object!
For instance, I really want to write about my decision, or indecision rather, to go back to get my MBA. I feel deeply conflicted about this and am overcome by concerns that I might not be making the right decision. I mean, what if I pick the wrong college? What if I SUCK at school because I've been away for so long? Do I really have the time to commit to taking classes? Do I have enough #2 pencils? What if I think that a boy in class is cute...can I still pass him a note or do should it be done via text these days? What does GMAT stand for anyway? So instead, I want to close off that section of my brain - and forget anything remotely tied to these areas of concern. Sometimes it's best to let areas of worry simmer on the backburner for a while.
However, avoiding all the "stuff" I'm pre-occupied thinking about, leaves me with pretty much only one remaining question bumbling around in my brain. And that is: Which you like better, The Alex Trebek without a mustache or the one where he's sporting a big, bushy mustache?
So, after I get done processing every last little thing about any decision I'm making these days, you'd best be prepared for some funny, funny stuff. I could do what usually works in these situations - drink until all the static silences. But since it's 9 AM, I feel like that might be a bit drastic, even for me.
So until then, please let me know your Trebek preference. It's all I have these days, people.
14 hours ago