Mah brain!

Brain not work good, so much, right now. I keep trying to keep a train of thought going, but it would seem that some early television mustache twirling villain has tied the girl to the tracks and mined the line with explosives. I envision my thoughts plummeting over a bridge suspended hundreds of feet above a vast gorge. Kablooie. Because I am completely incapable of thinking such thoughts without making my own sound effects. Is needing to create your own explosive sound effects just a guy thing?

Now that I'm actually envisioning my thoughts, I'm having a lot more ideas about what my ideas could look like (I wonder how many times I can use the word ideas in a single sentence?), all along the lines of a train. Like, there could be an alien saucer, floating down, firing cheesy death rays at it! Pretty soon I won't even need the crutch of thought, I can just imagine scenarios involving a train and dire circumstances. Yay! My brain is now engaged. No, wait...wait... Okay, there it goes.

Missed regrets.

Have you ever had one of those moments when you've debated about doing something, end up going and doing it, then wish afterwards that you had only wished you had? Obviously, I had such a moment this evening. I went to this semi-formal group thing tonight. Nice dress, good food, dance floor, that sort of thing. I hate such events, but sometimes they can surprise and be fun, so I went. Now I wish that I had stayed home and only regretted not going. When you don't do something, you can always imagine how much cooler things really were, how much fun you could have had, stuff like that. Not only that, but you can also tell your friends how sad you were you couldn't make it and imprint upon them your desire to hang out with them. That could have been me; instead, I'm miserable, tired, my ears hurt from terrible music blaring too loud, I've wasted my night, and all my friends will remember of me tonight is that I was one of the only people not out on the dance floor.

Oh sure, I'm in a few pictures now, proof that I was there and "joined in the fun", but that's about it. I have nothing against dancing, and will occasionally (rarely) partake, but that takes a lot of effort for me. I just want some nice conversation with people, but that's kind of hard to do when the music is so loud that my ears are numb. Blah.