In Which John Does Not Watch "Watchmen" Again

My Linguistics class has started to take its toll on me. I've become snarky with the fellow students, who fortunately haven't noticed yet.

Number of Linguistics Class Periods I've Had: 5
Number of Linguistics Class Periods We've Gone Over What An Adverb Is: 5

3 times was funny. 4 times was scary. 5 times means the end is near.

In audition news, I was told that I got the role of the newscaster in Dr. Horrible. So, considering the number of people who auditioned for the 12-person cast, I'm pretty lucky just to be a part of it. I also heard through the grapevine that I'll be in the chorus for Cabaret. Since I had not heard this officially yet, my conclusion is that I was second in line for one of the main parts, but one guy had to choose between a lead in Cabaret and Dr. Horrible. He chose Cabaret today. I wish he chose Dr. Horrible just so I could see if my prediction was right.

After the improv workshop, a bunch of theater people were going to see the Watchmen. I had already seen it, but I tagged along for the journey to the shopping center so I could get dinner. When the movie was about to start, I went to leave, and my friend asked why. Earlier in the day, I had pulled a similar act, when I joined her and her friends in between classes to kill time, then left right before they went to the mall. So, as a joking reference to the earlier time, I said "I live for the journey, not the destination."

Although I was joking, I started thinking about what I said. I find that I do really enjoy the journeys of life, rather than the end results. Whether they be literal (such as car trips and plane rides) or not, I love the space in between action. This is when I usually can listen to music and think about...everything. I love walking to class. I love rehearsing for shows. I even love the pursuit of romance, having a crush. I usually live in this constant state of waiting for things to happen, so I've learned to embrace it, and actually find comfort in it. When you focus on the moment, you find so many small details that you would often overlook. People often asked me if I was excited to go to Australia. No, I was not. I knew it would happen. I was more excited to live during the days leading up to it. Just as I was excited to not watch Watchmen again.

Instead I sat in a huge empty field and watched the sky.

Did you know that the moon in Australia has the same face as in America but is rotated 90 degrees to the left?