The Show That Never Ends
I saw Rocky Horror Picture show at a theatre last night. Why did I just spell theatre the British way? I was up till early, stayed at the Muffin Man's house (the walrus), ate a gourmet breakfast, went home, then went to Blogger Man's birthday today. We started playing miniature golf but didn't really finish and I ended up getting inside of one of the little wooden houses that the ball goes in to come out down below and looking for a ball that might have bounced up inside it somehow. It was dark in there and bigger than I thought it would be but it was still small. Rocky was interesting. It was a nice break from the norm. I still see patterns... which many of you don't understand.
3 Comments:
I'm glad you still see patterns that others dont. While it is nice to get you out of a shell I would never want to change the being of what you are. And besides just because I don't see the same things as you do doesn't mean I don't apriciate that you do. I mean I see stuff that others don't too.
By Michael, at 11:46 PM
Hah, patterns... I hear voices and no one appreciates me for it. :-( Jk. Honestly though, I have no idea what you're talking about with the patterns thing, so fill me in when we talk, kuz it sounds interesting.
By Taylor, at 9:12 AM
The patterns don't really make sense unless you are autistic, have OCD, or just understand them... basically it doesn't really matter. I also hear sounds.. just not voices. I hear patterns (songs usually). I went more indepth into that than I figured I would but I think I described it in such a way that people will just think I left my sanity under the rug and won't question what I'm talking about.
By T-Ray, at 1:12 PM
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