Back with a vengeance.

Jesus. How come no one told me I had duplicate "It should never get longer than a month" posts on here? Oh yeah. I know. No one reads this ass. Probably has something to do with the fact that I faithfully update it every month. In conclusion, who gives a damn? At any rate, I'll bring it up to speed, because I have nothing better to do. Besides, I might be popular in Kenya or something, and all the Kenyans are eagerly awaiting my next post. Wouldn't it be cool if that were spelled "Kenyen"? (Odds that I made correct use of punctuation in the previous sentence: 29%.)

So watching sumo live was...sigh. Sometimes I fear that an era ended there, that life will never be so good as it was then; as it was when I cut strands off the tassels of the graduating members of BoI danpatsu shiki style; as it was when we ran around in circles on the Charter dance floor at formals, having hijacked the DJ's equipment with the Katamari soundtrack; as it was when we'd all just be lazing around Fort Dod in the wee hours, drinking Asahi, playing NES, singing karaoke. It's overwhelming how absurd the past year has been, and all that sort of culminated at Nagoya, as I watched Asashoryu handle the most powerful fighters in sumo, as I watched Robocop bear his sword in the dohyo iri, as I was jumping over zabuton and running down the aisle to help the insane crowd tear the dohyo apart and take a piece of the sacred clay for my own. I can't help but grin when I think about it...not the sumo as much as the events of this whole year. Insane.

So then I came home. Needless to say, things have been going much slower for the past couple of weeks. I've mostly been visiting a different person every day to catch up on what's been going on while I've been away and to talk about Japan, excepting of course the instances where I visit the same person for more than one day, and the days when I'm just bumming around home, rolling my eyes when Keith or some other family member does something ridiculous. Sometimes it's alright; sometimes I feel like counting the days until I'm back at Princeton. I certainly miss my friends there.

But home, as usual, has been a breeding ground for hilarious crap. For one, I was at my friend Dana's house to do some catching up and some horseback riding (as an aside, my ass is killing me). Dana and her family are quite possibly the biggest hicks in all of western Pennsylvania. When we got back from our ride, we were all sitting on her porch, when her son Baren randomly grabs a gun and starts shooting at a woodchuck in the yard. It was a stroll down memory lane.

This weekend should be interesting. Saturday there's a lame family reunion to attend, and then Sunday I'll ride with my parents to send Keith off at Union Springs Academy. Don't even get me started. Hopefully there will be amusing stories to tell. That's what it's all about, really.

Keep on truckin'.