Reflections on the Inferno.
I went to Inferno last night.
I had a woman tell me that watching me dance made her coming out to Inferno worth it. She also suggested that I should go into professional dancing, but I feel and told her that to do so would take something out of the act. I realized that I could, off the top of my head, count seven people who'd told me that they like watching me dance, or that I should dance more.
Tanya was there. She spent most of the evening engrossed in watching pool. We talked some, and she gave me a ride back to my apartment. Her family sounds atrocious. She had some of them over to help her, and they stole stuff and damaged the house. I'm starting to be more thankful for my family being, well, just somewhat distant.
Punk Chick was there. I'm not certain why this matters, and for I found myself wondering the juvenile question of "What does she think of me, now that she's met me?" The actual form of this question was more "now that she knows I exist?", as in more than just some guy at the club who dances. This seems kind of silly to me, as we only met once and, as everyone does, have more important things to think about.
I spent a lot of time thinking about song lyrics too. Like from VNV Nation's "Chrome", the lyrics to which I misheard. The version which I heard seems like it could be my internal dialog.
According to a friend of said that I should post the picture of me in my "Halloween" costume, so here is the link, and the picture should be up soon.
I had a woman tell me that watching me dance made her coming out to Inferno worth it. She also suggested that I should go into professional dancing, but I feel and told her that to do so would take something out of the act. I realized that I could, off the top of my head, count seven people who'd told me that they like watching me dance, or that I should dance more.
Tanya was there. She spent most of the evening engrossed in watching pool. We talked some, and she gave me a ride back to my apartment. Her family sounds atrocious. She had some of them over to help her, and they stole stuff and damaged the house. I'm starting to be more thankful for my family being, well, just somewhat distant.
Punk Chick was there. I'm not certain why this matters, and for I found myself wondering the juvenile question of "What does she think of me, now that she's met me?" The actual form of this question was more "now that she knows I exist?", as in more than just some guy at the club who dances. This seems kind of silly to me, as we only met once and, as everyone does, have more important things to think about.
I spent a lot of time thinking about song lyrics too. Like from VNV Nation's "Chrome", the lyrics to which I misheard. The version which I heard seems like it could be my internal dialog.
According to a friend of said that I should post the picture of me in my "Halloween" costume, so here is the link, and the picture should be up soon.