Random Musings of an Uninspired Muse.

Well, my sister has come and gone. We had a lot of fun, and I guess I didnt realize how much I'd missed her until she came. She got here on Wednesday night and we hung out for a while before going to bed, and yesterday we went to the Underground an I got some awesome 'Imported' (read: bootleg) movies from that cool martial arts movie booth there. We then went to see The Dark Knight, it was the second time for me. I swear, that movie gets better every time I see it. Then we came back home and watched the movies with Rodney and ate pizza and had a generally awesome time. Today we decided to walk around Buckhead in order to locate DSW. We went all the way to Barnes n Nobles before we realized that DSW was like, right beside the MARTA station. Smart. By the time we got back to the MARTA station at North Ave I was ready to turn in.

Waiting outside anywhere in Atlanta, especially near the MARTA stations, pretty much guarantees that you will encounter all manner of people, homeless or otherwise. Considering the fact that I hail from a small town, the culture shock I've experienced hasn't been all that extreme, I dont think. While we were waiting outside for the Metropointe shuttle, my sister spotted this older woman across the street. She was carrying a greenish-blue backpack, but she wasnt wearing any pants. Like, she was wearing this huge pair of pink underwear- I mean, she was pretty big, but these panties were just blatantly... huge. And pink. I guess there were some people laughing at her on the our side of the street, because this woman just goes crazy and starts screaming in our general direction. After a few seconds of this, she turns around, pulls down her pants and moons everyone on my side of the street to kingdom come. After the initial shock of the grossness of the situation I just laughed and went on minding my business, but my sister and the other people around us were just dumbfounded by the whole thing. Personally, I didnt think pmuch of it. She did it a couple of other times, I guess to get a rise out of all of us, but I dunno. I just wasnt affected. It was weird. Had something like that happened back in North Carolina I would have flipped out. Im certain its not necessarily the norm here either, but I just wasnt all that bothered by the situation.

Before I left, my Sunday School told me that when I came back home from school after my first quarter that I would be so different that people wouldnt recognize me. Honestly I disregarded what she said, seeing as, well, for the most part I've been the same person since I was in the seventh grade. I'd like to think Im a bit more mature, but other than that, I dont know. Maybe I am different. Im not sure if this is a good thing or not. I havent really done anything thusfar - no drinking, I've only experienced the forgetfulness as a result of second-hand marijuana smoke, but I dont think thats altered my way of thinking or my views of life. I dont know. I will admit though that theres a numbness in my chest that wasnt there before. Im not sure why, but I feel detached from things. Who knows.