December 21, 2003 - 12:06 p.m.
The problem with my life, as it pertains to this diary, is that if it wasn't for video games and my girlfriend, I would have nothing to talk about.
And I hate it when people go on and on about how great their new boy or girl is. Or even their old boy or girl. People can just gush and go on and on and on, but in my experience, no matter how excited the heart was when the words were typed, it rarely makes for compelling reading. Then again, it also really bugs me when people put song lyrics in their diary in place of stories, and people do that all the time, too. Also I tend to tune out immediately if somebody misuses punctuation. So I guess I have pretty impossible standards and that explains why I don't spend a lot of time reading online diaries anymore.
Still, impossible though they may be, I have to live up to at least my own standards when writing. That is the only thing saving you from hundreds of terribly tedious entries about how great Laurie is. Since we don't tend to actually DO much of anything, they would not be interesting stories. I will simply state that we have a lot of common and we make each other ridiculously happy, and note that it is great. And move on.
The only possible thing I would have to complain about is the one time she typed "your's" instead of "yours," but it was a cell phone message, and again that's just my stupid impossible standard. Heh.
But as I noted before, I can only move onto the subject of video games, which is not even interesting, because thanks to my surprise car insurance bill and my being sick for a week, I don't have any new games. It's mostly just been Mario Party / Kart with Scottage and pals, and DDR with Laurie. Those, also, do not lend themselves well to stories. ("I had three Stars, but then Scott used a Chomp Call and stole one, and I lost one to a Bowser Space. But then I got the Coin Star and the Mini-Game Star bonuses at the end and I won! And in Mario Kart I threw a lot of turtle shells at people and turned sometimes.")
I guess I can note that Laurie and I have been playing DDR nearly every day. Sometimes when I'm at work and she has the day off she will even go play without me. She is an alarmingly quick learner and since she started last week (or so), she now plays on the Standard difficulty and has even passed a couple Heavy songs. We are both in marvelous shape. I am in awe of my new stamina. Jeremy makes fun of me now because of the time he went to see a movie and saw us playing DDR in the lobby, and when he got out of the movie we were still there. I tried to defend myself by noting that we took a break to get dinner, but now that I think about it, I should instead have pointed out how physically fit I was. Heh.
Hey, look at that, my entry about how I have nothing to write about has become the length of an entry! Ta-da!
(I have another funny story but I'm waiting to get the pictures. It just wouldn't be funny without the pictures.)
