Scones to pick with you

No, this isn't some crazy adventure through a mystery land where baked goods grown on trees like ripened fruit.

My boss made scones today, and they are lemon poppy seed. But for some reason they kind of taste like corn to me. However, they are delicious and I want them in my mouth. Then in my stomach.

I'm in an improv troupe. We perform every Monday. I'll be gone from this place called Champaign next year and won't have that anymore. That makes me sad. However, the prospects for growing up are exciting. I love to perform and hope I will have the time, outlets and opportunities to do so while I mature or deture, whichever way you look at it. So I say, seek it out, and make it last.

I think I was listening to a song by Beck just yesterday and the line, "You'll never find true love unless you look for it" rings prominantly true in my ears today. And that makes me want to book some flight tickets to celebrate true love.