I have a seriously overactive imagination. It really runs rampant when I’ve nothing to do, which happened today for the hour and a half drive home from visiting with the Bristows. Since it was dark and I hadn’t thought to bring a book light, and the portable DVD player had stopped working properly for some reason, I dug out my iPod and noise canceling headphones- which work phenomenally, by the way, completely blocking out all the white noise from the car. (And I’d just like to note here that I don’t really need any of these things to entertain myself -well, perhaps with the exception of the iPod or some sort of music- I just like to have them around. I generally don’t take the time to watch movies when I’m at home, so it’s nice to do so when I’m in the car. But I can entertain myself without all these gadgets!)

So anyway, the iPod and headphones. I put it on the soundtrack from Eragon (I don’t particularly care for Eragon -book or movie- but I liked the epic-sounding music) and stared out the window. For the remainder of the trip, a good thirty minutes, I entertained myself by imagining that we were driving away to some secret shelter with several black cars chasing after us through the towns and the dark woods.

Am I a little too old for this? Probably. I actually debated for a little while whether I should blog this or not, but I figured I may as well. People who are reading this are probably people I know, and if they aren’t, what do I care what they think of me? But as for the people I know, well, now you have begun to scratch the surface of my dorkiness. Keep in mind that this happens pretty much any time I’m bored and sitting in one place for a while, and generally changes scenarios based on what I’ve watched or have had fascinations with with lately. Weirded out yet?

…Yeah, me too.