Worus

Now Listening to: Opening Theme
Fushigi Yuugi

The other night we were going to go to Carroll. Dean was going to leave for Kansas City in the next few days and he needed to get his car fixed. Unfortunately, the weather got somewhat shitty.

I told him we could go. The more I thought about it, the more I knew that my parents wouldn’t like the idea. I knew that if I went long distance travelling that my parents would decide to call me, wondering where I was and if I was safe.

Kim was going to go as well. However, Danielle told her not to go. Danielle had a feeling, and she has a tendency to be correct about her feelings.

I told Dean that I didn’t want to go because of the parents and because of the weather. The former was the truth, the latter, a lie. I was just too freaked out about the Danielle thing. For a brief moment, my superstitious beliefs got the best of me.

…and in other news, I miss him.

I went to Fosse on Wednesday night. It was pretty good. I really expected to see more of a plot. The only unifying theme was that the same song was used to open the show as to close it. Other than that, there was no plot. The show was intense, though. It was really cool to see all those dancers go at it. They were awesome.

It was funny, my sister made a comment about my computer science teacher from high school telling her that our groups for projects throughout high school were all kind of in their own little worlds. I told Beth this, and she said that, while I’m not in a psychotic kind of world, I do live on my own little version of the world.

I guess it has something to do with the mish-mash of culture that makes up my world. I’ll listen to Madonna, then the Ataris, then the Vision of Escaflowne, to Tonic, to the soundtrack to Jekkyl and Hyde all in one sitting. Musically, it’s all kind of far apart.

I enjoy studying math, Spanish, computer science, English, and psychology. Some history, but not as much.

I’ll play video games all day, work, see a movie in the theater, and go to Java Joes. It would be logical that I would do mostly similar things, but I don’t.

I think that’s good. It’s odd, but good.

“Are other people like this?” I wonder. I know that most of my friends are. We’re varied enough that we’ve picked up each other’s interests to different degrees along the way. But what about “other” people?

I figure that it’s at least somewhat normal. If not, I guess it’s a good sign of well-rounded-ness. Crazy.