Guess Who's Coming To Dinner

Fair Warning: I've decided to use more nicknames and aliases, in order to protect people.

Okay, so on Wednesday night I'm going to dinner. Originally it was
Secret Lover, Appletini, and I taking Bre out to Cheesecake Factory to celebrate Breanna having graduated this semester. We ended up telling Bre to invite her fiancee Jason, which of course opened up Appletini to invite HER fiancee Big Tom. Then, somehow Secret Lover's boyfriend Mike heard about the dinner, and he wants to go, so he is too. So that's Appletini and Big Tom, Bre and Jason, Secret Lover and Mike, and me. They told me to bring someone, and they all suggested Duffy, but that seems a little weird to me for some reason. Then I was thinking Erin, but she'd probably be uncomfortable. Then I was thinking Adam, but I'd much rather bring a girl. Maybe Madame Butterfly. I fuckin' love Madame Butterfly. She is in the choir, and is just begging to be corrupted. That's sort of gross, but it's totally 100% fucking true. I may make a longer entry about her and Adam and all the hilarity therein some other day maybe. She'd be awkward to bring to the dinner though. Maybeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...hell, I don't know. Someone throw me a line here.

“The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters”

-Friedrich Nietzsche

Perceptions

I wonder how far the power of perception really extends. I seem to enjoy life because of the way that I take it. I do my best to let things go that need to be let go, and I try not to focus on the negative aspect of a situation (as all situations are both positive and negative, of course). For instance, I was just talking to Ash Ash last night about my broken ankle, sort of. I used to hate the broken ankle, for derailing me, and for being the catalyst of weight gain, and for a number of other things. However, when I adjusted myself it occurred to me that I'm where I am now due to having broken the ankle. I mean, had I not ever broken my ankle I would have probably finished school as a kinesiologist and what the hell good would that have been? I mean, I love athletes, but is that really what I want to do? Study how people run and build better shoes? Examine range of motion and develop various pieces of exercise equipment? This seems fun, but unimportant to me. I needed the year off. I needed to be grounded. Now I'm on my way to a place that I know I want to be. My future doesn't worry me, and neither does my past.

"Far away
I don't care where, just far away
I don't care where, just far away
I don't care where, just far away
I don't care"

Be Quiet And Drive (Far Away) by Deftones