Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Four for forensic fortifications

And I officially ate too much today. My grandma made me roast, carrots, mashed potatoes, corn, rolls, ice cream and brownies (Thanks, Grandma!) for lunch, and then I had way too much pizza at the bachelor party. More on that in a moment.

I went to the eye doc, forked out for new contacts, and realized that in so many ways, I'm getting tired of answering this whole "So, what's it like in the 'Stan?" thing. I don't know how to explain it to people in 30 seconds or less. It's where I'm supposed to be, it's scary, it's exciting, it's fulfilling, it's weird, it's humbling, it's just life. It's like describing the colors of the sunrise to a blind man. You don't even know where to start and they've probably never seen it. You'll never be able to do it justice, but you try anyway, and maybe they feel like they've seen a glimspe, but you know all they've seen is your poor description. It's like looking in a mirror dimly - to really know it you have to see it face to face. Consequently, I have a better understanding of why I have to keep trying to explain it.

We had a demi-bachelor party for my best friend, who gets married Saturday. We watched some episodes of The Office while eating, then played poker. I won. I've never won one of our poker games before. I would be fairly stoked if I were that sort of person, but since I'm not, I'm actually pretty stoked. We listened to Jars' Redemption Songs album for a while while playing. I guess that says something about us. I'm not exactly sure what, though.

In other news, I lost half of a pair of two pairs of socks. Is that annoying or what?


Eden said...

No, not annoying. Because now you can make a sock puppet.

So cool you have a blog! I am still trying to figure out what the title of your post has to do with the post itself...

Russ said...

I gave up trying to figure out what the titles had to do with the posts a long, long time ago.