Bizarre dream last night involving a friend of mine screaming at other friend of mine and then my getting them apart and then being dragged by a car and stopping the car with the emergency brake and proceeding to beat the crap out of the driver who was an unknown girl to me. I'm not violent in waking life though.

Anyhow, I want to see this cool looking version of Othello this Sunday. I was hoping to get a group of my friends to go but I don't see that as a likely occurence. It'll probably just be me and my boyfriend.

Ra called in a favor to me and so I am escorting her to some crazy sounding art show and then we're going to celebrate her friend's birhtday at some lounge or something. I'm broke so I'll be really sober but whatever. I'm game for new experiences.

Lately, I've been all about new experiences. I just want to see new things and study new things and stuff.

And with all this, I'm just feeling more and more estranged from my friends. Like I don't belong. But I love them and they love me it's just I don't feel like I belong to this era at all. We kinda talked about it a little last night at K's House. One of my friends thinks I'm too outlandish to be real. Like he doesn't exactly believe that given the choice between TV or movies and a book, I choose the book. And I listen to NPR a lot these days. And I want to see plays. But I don't like artsy fartsy people. This art show tonight has me a little nervous as I feel very uncomfortable around avant garde people and that's what this show is supposed to be like. But I do owe my girl a favor and she'd come through for me you know? I think sometimes she feels estranged from our group too. My friends like to rebel. And because of that, it seems I'm always the one going against the grain. When I swear I'm pretty normal and not too incredibly outlandish.

I guess it just has to do with your definition of outlandish and normal right?