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Marianne's party was fun. I was so thrilled to see her and Tyler after not having seen them for over a month. Good times! We ate lots of yummy food Marianne cooked for us (like double chocolate fudge cookies, brownies, vegan parm, pizza, ice cream and slushies), played video games, board games, and shared a lot of laughs. It was good to catch up with them. They also informed me about the new Naruto card game that came out. That I'll have to try. I hope I'll get the opportunity to play against them at Marianne's next party.
And the following weekend Lindsay came up to visit me! It was... wonderful to see her, to say the least. After being apart from her for so long it makes me realize how much her presence enhances everything. Being able to hug, kiss, laugh, tease, and spend time with her made me overjoyed. The first night she spent it took me a while to get adjusted. It seemed like it was a really long time apart, but then it seemed like no time had passed at all and we were happy together.
The next day I had to work, which sucked. I remember it being busy and I didn't get home until later than expected. But Linds seemed okay. She slept in, took a shower, talked to my mom, went online, etc. When I got back home and walked into my room to greet her, I felt really uplifted, happy to have someone there waiting for me to return, glad to be reunited. Later on that night Lindsay and I met up with Andrea after she got from work where we went to the mall to do some shopping and get ice cream. Afterward, we went to my cousin's restaurant and ate/had drinks, and talked until he got out. The night went on to my cousin's house where we played a few games, talked, and then took a trip to Wal-Mart at 3 AM before returning home.
I was really glad Lindsay and Andrea got along with each other. Linds is a lot more personable and outgoing than some people, and she fits in just about anywhere with anyone unlike some people. I'm thankful she's so likable. I don't have to worry things will be awkward. Everyone loved her, especially my mom and Andrea. They both kept saying what a doll she is.
But... like the last episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, all good things come to an end (yes, I'm a Trekkie). That Sunday we woke up early despite our late night out so we could spend more time with each other before Amanda and Leslie arrived to pick her up. We cuddled, ate lunch, and enjoyed the last few hours of each other's presence until the clock wore down and we had to part. But, on the bright side, I finally got to meet Lindsay's friends in person that she always told me about. That Leslie is quite the character, and Amanda seems like a fun person to hang out with. I'm glad Lindsay told me that they loved me :o) I remember both of them disapproving of Linds' last guy friend, Harrison, so I'm thankful I'm so liked.
That week was filled by lots of busy work, and this weekend I did nothing exciting at all. It's been dull lately... though, my cousin Paul did come back from Vermont. We spent some time together having a nice BBQ with Steve and Andrea. My cousin Steve is a great cook, and I bought some good sake! But I got sick, and not from too much alcohol, but from eating too much food. I ate two big cuts of lamb, a baked potato, corn on the cob, grilled carrots, two hunks of chippotta(sp?) bread, a big slice of watermelon, and half a bottle of sparkling white grape cider (which was excellent), and God knows what else I'm forgetting to mention. So when my cousin Paul wanted to "konpai!" I was so stuffed I could barely move without feeling my stomach wanting to riot. I had about a good tea cup's worth of sake and a little more, but I had so much food in me I didn't feel it all. I've always wanted to try it before, and it was rather strong, though dry and tasteless. Of course, five minutes after we drank my cousin wanted to go play frisbee. So I lumbered out of his house and literally almost ate my dinner three or four times I was so stuffed with food. I got so sick I had to stop playing. Moving faster than a brisk walk's pace made me nauseated, so frisbee was out of the question. I can't remember the last time I ate so much food in one sitting!
This week has also been fairly uneventful aside from work. I hung out with Paul/Steve/Andrea again. We got Dairy Queen and watched King Kong. I also got to know Paul's fiancée Karin a lot a better, which was nice. We talked for about two hours Monday night. Although I've known her for three or four years I never got to talk to her for an extended period of time one on one about something deep. She was teaching me all about horses, as she's an equestrian education major, and I think my dislike for the animals has diminished with my better understanding of horse behavior. I'd like to go riding now, it sounds like a lot of fun... I also watched King Kong with them. I found the first hour of the movie to be so boring and uninteresting that ten minutes into it I decided to start reading another kenjutsu book and entertaining myself with thoughts of what would happen if Yagyu Munenori and Miyamoto Musashi ever did have a duel. Shinkage-ryu against Hyoho Niten Ichi-ryu! That, would be something... I was always a Musashi lover, but recently the more I've learned about the Yagyu, the more I like them. I think I'd pull for Munenori, but Musashi would have a slight advantage due to his Nito-ryu which Munenori likely hasn't dealt with before, whereas Musashi style was completely unorthodox for the time and self-taught. I also learned more about Ittosai, that technical devil, which was enlightening.
But by the time I'd gotten into the book, I heard King Kong's roar, and that perked my attention. From that moment on I was captured by the movie, even if it did drag out too far. In the end... I'm an anthropomorphizing sap and cried when King Kong died. :o-/
I also took a trip to the eye doctor this week, on Tuesday. My aunt Patty-Anne works for this world renowned optical surgeon and she finally got me an appointment for me to see him, to see if he could do anything for me. To cut to the chase and spare a lot of technical information I don't feel like writing out I can have surgery... the success rate is 97%, but if the surgery fails, and I am one of the lucky 3%, I would have permanent double vision for the rest of my life, and there's nothing he could do to correct it. I would be disabled... I doubt I could read a book, use a computer, watch tv, drive, or do anything involving my eyes reliably. He said the choice was mine and I had time to think about it and I've decided against the surgery. Because of my strabismus I can never have normal vision like a healthy person, even after the surgery. It would improve things, but it would never make me normal. For such a visual oriented person, I've learned to live with that fact. My main motivation for getting the surgery would really be for cosmetic reasons. The eyes are so important to me, and I hate the way my left eye will sometimes wander. I feel like it lowers my attractiveness, and is just freaky. Makes me feel deformed. I guess I am, I have to live with it... but, I don't think I should throw my whole life away to satisfy my own vanity, even if 97% is a very good success ratio. I guess there's no escaping my deformity... *sigh*
Something completely unrelated has been bothering me, but I'm going to use my better judgment and not say anything about it at the moment.
And the following weekend Lindsay came up to visit me! It was... wonderful to see her, to say the least. After being apart from her for so long it makes me realize how much her presence enhances everything. Being able to hug, kiss, laugh, tease, and spend time with her made me overjoyed. The first night she spent it took me a while to get adjusted. It seemed like it was a really long time apart, but then it seemed like no time had passed at all and we were happy together.
The next day I had to work, which sucked. I remember it being busy and I didn't get home until later than expected. But Linds seemed okay. She slept in, took a shower, talked to my mom, went online, etc. When I got back home and walked into my room to greet her, I felt really uplifted, happy to have someone there waiting for me to return, glad to be reunited. Later on that night Lindsay and I met up with Andrea after she got from work where we went to the mall to do some shopping and get ice cream. Afterward, we went to my cousin's restaurant and ate/had drinks, and talked until he got out. The night went on to my cousin's house where we played a few games, talked, and then took a trip to Wal-Mart at 3 AM before returning home.
I was really glad Lindsay and Andrea got along with each other. Linds is a lot more personable and outgoing than some people, and she fits in just about anywhere with anyone unlike some people. I'm thankful she's so likable. I don't have to worry things will be awkward. Everyone loved her, especially my mom and Andrea. They both kept saying what a doll she is.
But... like the last episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, all good things come to an end (yes, I'm a Trekkie). That Sunday we woke up early despite our late night out so we could spend more time with each other before Amanda and Leslie arrived to pick her up. We cuddled, ate lunch, and enjoyed the last few hours of each other's presence until the clock wore down and we had to part. But, on the bright side, I finally got to meet Lindsay's friends in person that she always told me about. That Leslie is quite the character, and Amanda seems like a fun person to hang out with. I'm glad Lindsay told me that they loved me :o) I remember both of them disapproving of Linds' last guy friend, Harrison, so I'm thankful I'm so liked.
That week was filled by lots of busy work, and this weekend I did nothing exciting at all. It's been dull lately... though, my cousin Paul did come back from Vermont. We spent some time together having a nice BBQ with Steve and Andrea. My cousin Steve is a great cook, and I bought some good sake! But I got sick, and not from too much alcohol, but from eating too much food. I ate two big cuts of lamb, a baked potato, corn on the cob, grilled carrots, two hunks of chippotta(sp?) bread, a big slice of watermelon, and half a bottle of sparkling white grape cider (which was excellent), and God knows what else I'm forgetting to mention. So when my cousin Paul wanted to "konpai!" I was so stuffed I could barely move without feeling my stomach wanting to riot. I had about a good tea cup's worth of sake and a little more, but I had so much food in me I didn't feel it all. I've always wanted to try it before, and it was rather strong, though dry and tasteless. Of course, five minutes after we drank my cousin wanted to go play frisbee. So I lumbered out of his house and literally almost ate my dinner three or four times I was so stuffed with food. I got so sick I had to stop playing. Moving faster than a brisk walk's pace made me nauseated, so frisbee was out of the question. I can't remember the last time I ate so much food in one sitting!
This week has also been fairly uneventful aside from work. I hung out with Paul/Steve/Andrea again. We got Dairy Queen and watched King Kong. I also got to know Paul's fiancée Karin a lot a better, which was nice. We talked for about two hours Monday night. Although I've known her for three or four years I never got to talk to her for an extended period of time one on one about something deep. She was teaching me all about horses, as she's an equestrian education major, and I think my dislike for the animals has diminished with my better understanding of horse behavior. I'd like to go riding now, it sounds like a lot of fun... I also watched King Kong with them. I found the first hour of the movie to be so boring and uninteresting that ten minutes into it I decided to start reading another kenjutsu book and entertaining myself with thoughts of what would happen if Yagyu Munenori and Miyamoto Musashi ever did have a duel. Shinkage-ryu against Hyoho Niten Ichi-ryu! That, would be something... I was always a Musashi lover, but recently the more I've learned about the Yagyu, the more I like them. I think I'd pull for Munenori, but Musashi would have a slight advantage due to his Nito-ryu which Munenori likely hasn't dealt with before, whereas Musashi style was completely unorthodox for the time and self-taught. I also learned more about Ittosai, that technical devil, which was enlightening.
But by the time I'd gotten into the book, I heard King Kong's roar, and that perked my attention. From that moment on I was captured by the movie, even if it did drag out too far. In the end... I'm an anthropomorphizing sap and cried when King Kong died. :o-/
I also took a trip to the eye doctor this week, on Tuesday. My aunt Patty-Anne works for this world renowned optical surgeon and she finally got me an appointment for me to see him, to see if he could do anything for me. To cut to the chase and spare a lot of technical information I don't feel like writing out I can have surgery... the success rate is 97%, but if the surgery fails, and I am one of the lucky 3%, I would have permanent double vision for the rest of my life, and there's nothing he could do to correct it. I would be disabled... I doubt I could read a book, use a computer, watch tv, drive, or do anything involving my eyes reliably. He said the choice was mine and I had time to think about it and I've decided against the surgery. Because of my strabismus I can never have normal vision like a healthy person, even after the surgery. It would improve things, but it would never make me normal. For such a visual oriented person, I've learned to live with that fact. My main motivation for getting the surgery would really be for cosmetic reasons. The eyes are so important to me, and I hate the way my left eye will sometimes wander. I feel like it lowers my attractiveness, and is just freaky. Makes me feel deformed. I guess I am, I have to live with it... but, I don't think I should throw my whole life away to satisfy my own vanity, even if 97% is a very good success ratio. I guess there's no escaping my deformity... *sigh*
Something completely unrelated has been bothering me, but I'm going to use my better judgment and not say anything about it at the moment.