I should sleep some...(Updated)

It's now 1:40 a.m. Sunday morning, and just got back from the semi-formal. A few thoughts before sleep.

First off, Darn it! That stupid DJ didn't play Dragostea din tei! That would have been AWESOME, even if only a few people might have known it. It's a danceable song! And for those of you not geeky enough to have seen this yet, check out the Numa Numa Dance, where it all got started...

http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/206373

See? Isn't that a lotta fun? The thing is, as my good friend Preston pointed out (I paraphrase, not his exact words), "The Star Wars Kid was stupid, because he thought he was all serious, and it turned out comical. That isn't funny. The Numa Numa Dance IS funny, because this guy is obviously having a very good time. THAT is cool." And you gotta admit, that's one darn catchy song, even if it is in Romanian. I like that "Dragostea" means "Linden Tree" (I'm basing this off of what you just saw with the subtitles, I don't know Romainian).

Secondly, and on a different note, I really enjoyed myself. It was such a new experience, because I was with a bunch of friends who wanted to have fun and weren't self conscious about gettin' out on the dance floor and having a good time. There are always those who feel embarrassed because they somehow are under the impression that people care about how they dance. Now, I don't mean this in a bad way, but really, PEOPLE DON'T CARE. Once you get over that initial bump (helps to have enthusiastic friends), you realize that the fun comes from moving that body to that rhythm, and realizing that you're havin' a ball. You realize that you don't need to be a conversationalist, you don't need to be witty, you can have fun just by being there and being into it. Just let it all go and move to the rhythm!

Third, and Aljay will understand this perhaps a bit better than most, The nightingales! Ahhh, how many there were! It was uplifting, to almost constantly say "hi" again to these friends, greeted by their warm, musical and companiable smiles. Learning some good dance from the Fencing Fiddler and be rewarded with graceful success and her praise. Ahh, but there was one that caught my eye. We only talked once, and passed each other a few times, and each time there was the unspoken "Yes, I do know you" contact. Never face-to-face had I met her before, but the kind Lady did grace me with her presence. My only qualm was that she seemed to have disappeared partway through the dance. I looked for her constantly, and knew not why I couldn't see her. Afterward, after signing back on to the ol' comp, did I have my questions answered. Perhaps we shall dance sometime later, but for the time being, I re-live the moment in comfort.

Enough of that. More Later.
- James

UPDATE

Whoa-ness! The nightingale likes me! O that I could have seen a moment like this in the darker times....Her Blog confirms it. Giddy, was she? A so called "Chicken-shit"? No, no, this radiant princess was far from it. I am overcome with joy, and yet, I share a sentiment she posted herself: "I hope he doesn't hurt me." I harbor a fear that I will somehow, inadvertently, do something to injure her. I fear my own foolish self, my percieved incompitance, and the fact that no matter what I have done in the past, I have always done something wrong, always not opened my eyes enough, always been the oblivious fool to a past lover's wisdom. This is life, to learn from one's mistakes, yes, but this once, if things somehow don't work out, let the landing be soft for both sides. Let not my foolish heart counterfit me again. All of my heart wishes to be true to this Nightingale, di immortales, let it not be the cause for discomfort.

Enough, More later.
- James