strange nights

1. Sometimes I like to think there's more than just this universe, that we exist in a verse in a series of verses, a multiverse (ok I kinda got that term from the Jet Li movie One that came out x-many years ago. Was an ok movie, action-y, but the concept was intriguing.) Basically, every action we take has a different outcome, or every choice we make has a different consequence. We could decide to go somewhere, and the events that follow are how that verse pans out. Or in another verse, we have the same decision to go somewhere, and we don't, and then those events carry on in a separate, parallel verse. And all these decisions just keep unfolding and multiplying in an infinite number of parallel verses. Maybe it's just thinking about how things could have been different, if I'd done something better that one night, or even further back to when I decided to start talking to that person. How is my other self faring in those verses? Am I happier? Am I different? Do my other selves think of me?

2. Got to see and meet the guys of Wongfu Productions! They were capping off their fall 2010 college tour. Great friend of mine on the exec board of the group that hosted them got me into the event. I ended up helping the officers with...well whatever they needed help with. Eventually Ted needed someone to sell Wongfu merch, and I ended up being that guy. He even let me have a t shirt free of charge! Except I got kinda nervous counting change and whatnot...hey I'm not a Tech student ok? In the end, I got them to sign my ukulele. Yeah, random thing to sign, but I thought it'd be cool. Exciting!

3. Saw Scott Pilgrim vs. the World for a second time. I actually bought the DVD. Which is crazy because I never buy movies unless I absolutely love them. Rent is the only other DVD I own. Chyeah. Seeing Scott Pilgrim again was great fun. This movie makes me wish I could play an instrument kick-ass-ed-ly in a band. And be in a league of evil ex boyfriends. That would be...interesting. Mwahaha.

"You punched me in the boob! Prepare to die, obviously!"

"We are Sex Bob-omb, and we're here to:

1. make you think about death and feel sad and stuff!"
2. make money and sell out and stuff..."
3. watch as Scott Pilgrim kicks your teeth in!" 

"He punched the highlights out of her hair!"

4. Frailty, thy name is woman! I feel like this line from Hamlet is just emblazoned across my vision in bright, flashing, red font.

5. I'm starting to question if I have a problem now. Even when I feel somewhat better about this thing on some nights more than others, I STILL have a craving within me for that...feeling. Like tonight. I feel like I could care less about that, whatever, done, move on, but I still want to make myself stupid.

Yeah, I lied to you. I don't know if you care. I sure as hell don't.