Of a big accomplishment (for me)
Today, I cooked some chicken.
And it was pretty damn good.
I feel pretty damn proud right now.
Time to go to my friend's b-day bash. He's having a highlighter party (where everyone wears white t-shirts and brings a highlighter of your color-choosing to write on them with. And then we look at them under a blacklight and have a good laugh. ...i guess. I don't have anything witty to write. I'm screwed.
And THEN, after that, I'm sorta going on a double date with a friend of mine, he's gf, and her friend. I was really into her when I first met her a couple weeks ago, but right now I don't feel like going. I'm in no position to see other people. We're also meeting them in a bar, and since I gave up drinking and sexual activities (it encompasses it all: kissing to fucking) for Lent I guess it'll be a pretty boring evening. Or interesting. You can never tell.
All I know is that I'm drinking O'Douls for the night. Does anyone know some good non-alcoholic beer?
" 'That's what I'm saying. That if you don't know there's a chance, there must be a chance, mustn't there? It's like, if someone was in hospital, and he was seriously ill, and the doctor said, I don't know if he's got a chance of survival or not, then that doesn't mean the patient's definitely going to die, does it? It means he might live. Even if it's only a remote possibility.' "
-High Fidelity
P.S. I like writing again. That entry just felt really good. Getting my thoughts out, being creative with wordplay, etc. I've always liked writing; all types, not just Lj. But, it's like a rollercoaster: sometimes you're riding high with it and other times you can't get a word out or are disinterested. I hope this time the car stays up long enough for me to improve a bit. Or just have a good time for awhile. Either works.