Darts of Pleasure.

I have Freaks and Geeks on loan from Dan. I thought I’d sit down and watch the first episode. …Yeah, I finished the first CD. That pilot is absolutely brilliant. It took a little to remember reach of the characters, but it’s coming back to me. Great thing about my memory is that even if I’ve seen the episodes before, I probably won’t remember them. All I remember is the one where Sam is running around the High School naked, and then sees his crush and pops a boner. Funny the things that stick with me!

The show is far too heavy for TV. It’s the kind of thing that makes you want to cover your face. I feel for all of the characters, whether it be a good way or a bad way. Haven’t we all been Lindsay at some point, caught between one set of friends and the next? Not to mention shying away from academic competition. Yadda yadda, I’m starting to feel like a TV critic.

I’ll admit the soundtrack had me doing some air-guitars. Wooo!! *does an air-guitar*

Anyway, after Tuesday night, I’ve had nothing but Melissa and fuzzies going through my mind. Whenever anybody asks me how I’m doing, I say simply, “Fantastic.” To juxtaposition myself with how I used to be, hard to image. (I just had an urge to use that word, sorry.) I’m not hung up on some perfect philosophy for life, or some valid test for morality. Or hung up on where I’m going. I’m just going. And I like it.