Aack. It's been forever. I got a little down on blogging in my mind because I don't use complete sentences, I go on forever about myself (how healthy is that?), and I don't blog regularly. But, "who cares?" is eventually where I got with that line of reasoning.
Today is very strange already. We had dinner at Longhorn steakhouse last night. I had a very good New York Strip, a cut of meat that my dad got me started on. I usually do not enjoy red meat, especially steaks, but the NYS is nice and non-fatty. I'm one to stop eating alltogether if I come across one bit of fat--I'm not exactly health-conscious, just a texture-freak. Dinner with the parents was great...lively conversation, lots of hugs, etc.
When we sat down at our table, I heard "Why, hello, Keith Sherwood!" come from the table next to us. It was my good friend Stephanie from the homeschool organization that we used during high school. She's a school teacher now and she looks very vibrant and adult-ish. It might have been her killer new haircut or her big smile, but she looks really really good. It was a happy moment...we decided to get together for coffee sometime.
The only bad thing about the steak: the spice rub. It must have had MSG in it. MSG is my enemy. It doesn't affect everyone in a bad way, but it puts me in a coma. I get to where I can't really walk, I just take big, lumbering steps and every moment I feel as if the ground is sucking me down. I finally got to sleep around 1:30am and I slept really hard. Too hard, in fact. My dad woke me up at noon and then my mom woke me up at 2pm. Grrrr. I let them know that if I'm sleeping, I'd rather not have people barge into my room (which is supposed to be "apartment-like", but still feels too easy for them to barge in...not that it's ever usually a problem).
So, today is already half gone, but I think that I'm going to do some writing. I've been getting a good 300-800 words each time I sit down...it's just too bad that they're not all on the same project. I think I'm going to narrow myself down to my short stories so I can get them circulating with literary journals before I spend a lot of time on a screenplay or novel...can everyone keep me to this now that I've written it down? =)
In other news: Justin and I are addicted to "Tekken Tag Tournament" on the Playstation 2. We've been learning each character and going crazy on Arcade mode. We got a little perturbed when it seemed that we weren't unlocking all the secret characters. We just kept playing and playing with different combination of the character we'd already unlocked in order to get this funny man made out of wood and this scary chick with a disembodied warewolf behind her (her name is "Unknown", I kid you not). Well, it seemed that we were never going to get her unlocked. So, after about 36 more games, we realized that the wood-man and the scary chick's selection boxes were invisible. We had unlocked them right after the last few characters. Lovely. We felt supid and accomplished, all at the same time.
