I'm Addicted to Stress

I believe that in a previous post I made an allusion to a Dr. Demento song titled (not entitled, as I've learned in my journalism class) "I'm Addicted to Stress." (Oh, listen to me...I made it seem like it's a possibility that I might have made that allusion before by using the word "believe" (my sentence structure is very convoluted)...in all actuality, I KNOW I've quoted lyrics from that song, so scroll down for a deeper look into the song.

Did you like when I did a highlight reel? Of some of my funniest posting moments? Should I do that again? I'm going to anyway, whether you like it or not, so blah.

Anyway, so I'm addicted to stress.

Here's my schedule from now until November 20. Every day wake up at approximately 8am for my work-study job, which takes me to noon. Then I usually have classes from 1 to 5, with random breaks and variations. Then I have rehearsal for the musical I'm in, the Mystery of Edwin Drood (I'll tell more about that in a later post), from about 6:30 to 10:30. That leaves me hours for eating and sleeping...not much for studying or reading..."what do you mean, mortonson/bobo? You can study/read after rehearsal."...#1, after a long day I can barely keep my eyes open enough to concentrate...#2, if I stay up long, then I sleep in past my alarm, which I've done pretty much every single day this year.

Oh, by the way, on top of those daily commitments, I have my radio station commitments (sports, broadway, and political) and my choir commitments (weekend concerts).

ARRRRRRRRGH!

Randomly, as I felt I needed some random insertion, here's another funny song from Dr. Demento, sung in a soft, whispery ballad style.

"We're Standing on the Shoulders of Freaks"

Ancient philosophy was framed by prodigy
Aristotle, Plato, and Socrates.
Even thought their thoughts were deemed the aristocratic voice,
They also had a thing for little boys.

Catherine the Great
So it's been said
Needed large animals to be fulfilled in bed.

From historic rulers to the ancient Greeks
We're standing on the shoulders of freaks.

"Isn't life pretty" Ernest Hemingway once said,
Then he put a bullet through his head.
Salvado Dali's surreal paintings were God-send
You'd never know he ate his own excrement.

Then there's DaVinci
For who it required
Dressing in women's underwear to be inspired.

From the great romantics to the ancient Greeks,
We're standing on the shoulders of freaks.

... Well, I hope you enjoyed that.

Talk to you later,

Random Factoid: Prostitution is the oldest profession, so they say.

Pip pip.