I have this constant need for adventure. I have for as long as I can remember. When I was in high school, I fulfilled this need by lying to my parents and doing crazy stuff, like going to raves and hanging out with guys in their 20's and partying at their apartments, and doing other really unhealthy and illegal things I'd rather not post on the internet. But now I'm older and more responsible and have common sense, so this need for adventure is manifesting itself in other ways. It's not always healthy (like the whole Brian thing), but it is much better than in high school. I've gotten more creative with coming up with things to do. My idea of adventure is not going out to a new bar, or getting really drunk. I like to come up with crazy new things I've never tried before.
This weekend, Nina and I went to DC's Country Junction in Lowell, IN. It is a barn with live music and line dancing. I was afraid she'd hate it, but she didn't seem to miserable. It was fun to laugh at some of the fashions we saw, and there were some really cute guys, and the line dancing was fascinating. I really wanted to try, but Nina refused, and I would have made a fool of myself anyway. But I've decided that I want to learn, so I''m looking for a class. I'm really wishing I had bought that cowboy hat and boots in Ft. Worth I wanted so badly!
Right now I'm waiting for Sarah to come over. We're going to brunch at my favorite place, Orange. Then we might go tobogganing in Ottawa. I'm not sure yet. I'd like to go because I want to do fun and exciting because it's a day off. (I do this every MLK day- last year I went hiking, the year before that I explored used book stores in Milwaukee.) But I do have a million papers I should grade, and laundry I should do, and a new book I want to read. So we'll see. I guess I won't be too disappointed if we don't go, because I have a lot of fun stuff coming up. I'm going to a beginner's ballet class on Thursday, and next weekend I'm going snowboarding and snow tubing in WI.
I just wonder, is there something wrong with me? What's with this constant need for excitement? If I wake up on a day off and don't have exciting plans, I feel so depressed. There are SO many things I want to do, and my biggest fear is time. I'm afraid there won't be enough time to do everything I want to do. And besides that, I just love getting in the car and going to some random place with no idea what to expect. This is one reason I kind of want to move; I feel like I'm running out of things to do around here. But once the weather is warmer, there will be lots more options. And I'll have more money too, so I can travel a little more than I did last year.
Anyway, I just worry that I'm crazy. But I love my life and all the fun stuff I get to do. And I'm lucky to have a friend like Nina who is up for anything as well. I hope that someday, when I start looking for a husband, he will have this adventurous side as well.
This weekend, Nina and I went to DC's Country Junction in Lowell, IN. It is a barn with live music and line dancing. I was afraid she'd hate it, but she didn't seem to miserable. It was fun to laugh at some of the fashions we saw, and there were some really cute guys, and the line dancing was fascinating. I really wanted to try, but Nina refused, and I would have made a fool of myself anyway. But I've decided that I want to learn, so I''m looking for a class. I'm really wishing I had bought that cowboy hat and boots in Ft. Worth I wanted so badly!
Right now I'm waiting for Sarah to come over. We're going to brunch at my favorite place, Orange. Then we might go tobogganing in Ottawa. I'm not sure yet. I'd like to go because I want to do fun and exciting because it's a day off. (I do this every MLK day- last year I went hiking, the year before that I explored used book stores in Milwaukee.) But I do have a million papers I should grade, and laundry I should do, and a new book I want to read. So we'll see. I guess I won't be too disappointed if we don't go, because I have a lot of fun stuff coming up. I'm going to a beginner's ballet class on Thursday, and next weekend I'm going snowboarding and snow tubing in WI.
I just wonder, is there something wrong with me? What's with this constant need for excitement? If I wake up on a day off and don't have exciting plans, I feel so depressed. There are SO many things I want to do, and my biggest fear is time. I'm afraid there won't be enough time to do everything I want to do. And besides that, I just love getting in the car and going to some random place with no idea what to expect. This is one reason I kind of want to move; I feel like I'm running out of things to do around here. But once the weather is warmer, there will be lots more options. And I'll have more money too, so I can travel a little more than I did last year.
Anyway, I just worry that I'm crazy. But I love my life and all the fun stuff I get to do. And I'm lucky to have a friend like Nina who is up for anything as well. I hope that someday, when I start looking for a husband, he will have this adventurous side as well.
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