2007-05-29 - 12:02 p.m.
So let's just pretend it hasn't been almost two months.
Jordin Sparks was crowned--or more appropriately, backlit with gigantic flameshooters--as the next American Idol. While she is no Chris Richardson (Boyfriend 4 Life!) she made me weep two times with performances of hers. That's entertainment.
I finally live in a room that I can call "mine" because I pay rent for it. I have not decorated it because I am very lazy and I am a boy. Living with Katie is going well and is mostly filled with:
a) asking if she wants to watch West Wing on DVD with me.
b) asking Katie why my tomato plant looks so sick and hers looks so healthy and if she thinks mine is going to die and if it's not going to die how is it possible that the bottom leaves are yellow but it is sprouting little flowery buds at the top so what does that mean?
c) writhing around on the couch in my underwear in an attempt to amuse Katie.
There are a few things I've learned about myself the past six months that I've been home from Turkmenistan. The first is that I ask questions all the time. To everyone. About everything. I cannot stop.
Secondly, I am constantly urinating. I drink almost no water (but almost all Diet Coke) but I am never dehydrated and always peeing. Tell me, Annie Lennox, "Why? Why?"
I've also learned from Katie that I tend to be filled with wonder and awe about things, except when I get into an incredulous mode about fairly obvious things that she calls "Steve Talks Back."
Lastly, I have a facial expression where it looks like I have "leprechauns dancing around [your] face while the plant and Mr. Bear are telling [you] what to do." I know what look she is talking about and I cannot disagree with her.
Also, my brother gave me Season Four of Degrassi on DVD. I couldn't be happier.
