Boring Blogs

I recently realized that I have fallen into the atrocious habit of posting boring blogs. You know, the kind where I blog solely to document an event, even when I hold little to no interest in the actual writing of the blog. A prime example would be the last one I posted about Great America. Reading over it almost sent me straight into hibernation. Sometimes, I blog because I feel obligated to. When something big happens, for example, graduation, I feel somewhat remiss when I don't write some sort of reflection on the event. But then again, when it becomes a duty or job to write about something, chances are, my boredom is conveyed clearly in my writing. It's like "FACTS OF EVENT" + watery attempts at wit and humor = verbal diarrhea.

Speaking of diarrhea, I am suffering from a particularly severe case at the present moment. As it turns out, drinking alcohol can paralyze the lining of your intestines, greatly reducing its ability to absorb water and nutrients, transforming your ass into an effective fire hydrant. That's right. Savor the imagery.

Graduation has come and gone. My cousin has come and gone. Yet I feel way more inclined to blog about Steven's party than the aforementioned milestone events. Three rounds of beer pong, two with wine coolers. One win, two losses. Damn last cup. I really need to practice that shot. My parents, already familiar with the nature of Steven's parties, were adamant that they pick me up at 11:30PM. I, being the practiced thespian that I am, thought I made a damn good impression of stone-cold sober when I jumped onto the car. The first thing my Dad says? "I smell beer."

Crud.

Damn him and his spidey senses. I had forgotten that, while eating my spam and rice with soy sauce and watching Allen/Steven v. Rudy...other chick (Sorry), Rudy had knocked a cup off the table and splashed beer all over my calf. It probably would have been a good idea to wipe off my leg before I jumped onto the car. (sigh) My parents were surprisingly chill about it. My Dad never said a word beyond his initial observation. My mom mercilessly teased me today as I made frequent trips to the commode. "Are you ever going to drink again?" "guuuuuuh."

Graduation was boring as hell. I didn't feel like I was making a great transition, crossing the threshold, evolving into a Charizard, etc. etc. etc. I felt cold. And hungry. I hate pomp and circumstance. The best part of graduation was dinner with Yun Pei Aiyi at Wu Bing Er Yu. I got to order everything I liked. :D Happiness!

My days of late revolve around the bowel movements of my puppies. I woke up (hangover free. Yee!) at 8AM to let them out and pee. I even got up every once in a while during the Eng v. US soccer game (Final score 1 to 1...but somehow the US goal just couldn't compare with the Eng one.) to let them out into the yard and GLARE THEM DOWN until they pooed in horror. Wahahaha. Today, Sonatina bowled Sadie over and injuring Sadie's foot. That deaf lout! What a blow to her ego it must be to be so quickly replaced in the hearts and affections of her once loyal slaves owners.

Anyways, church drama is on the rise once again. I'll blog more about it when things have resolved themselves a bit more...