Tuesday, January 27, 2009

So I'm about to leave for Fort Lauderdale in a few minutes and I wonder how I got here.

Why do I claim to hate responsibility yet always take so much of it? Is it the sense of purpose? The urgency of having others depend on me?

I don't know, but here I am driving a rental mini van(it's pretty badass) and driving 6 other co-workers across the state.

Here are a few of my fears.

1. That a song I love will come on the radio and I'll be tempted to sing it(So what, I know all the words to a lot of songs)
2.Driving over and being the driver basically makes you in charge, and I don't want to seem like an idiot in front of people that I have to work with daily.
3. That I'll have all the answers in the classes we'll be taking and I'll be singled out as a know it all.(breaking the curve is never a good idea with your peers)
4. That I'll have to go to the bathroom and no one else will, I hate to inconvenience people.
5. That the one pretty girl who's going with us will think that I'm totally lame(even though I know nothing about her)

Anyways, it should be an o k time. It'll be neat driving east into the sunrise.

I should go over one day soon just to see the sunrise on the beach and then hang out, any takers?