There's been the muckload of posts about first kisses. My first was in seventh grade, the result of a truth or dare incident.
My first real kiss... I don't remember.
Wow, that should provide you all with a sudden insight into my character. BOOM! Flash of light! Be enlightened!
There we are. In other news, I'm rocking through Half-Life at a pretty good clip. Had to turn of the soundtrack, because it got me killed. When that pulsing techno thing started I forgot that I was a physicist and outnumbered three to one, and instead charged forward with my assault rifle mowing down soldiers at point blank range.
I know, I have no life.
I am currently being entertained by Keeping the Faith. It's amusing. I'll spare you my traditional "I watched another movie" review.
Oh, however, Highlander: Endgame is like a supersized episode of the series. Direction was weak, cinematography was poor, but you enjoy it nonetheless.
I reiterate, I have no life. Oh, on the life related aspects, my first class is next monday (not this coming, the one after), so I'm going to have to get Albany-ward near then, and really crack down on this job thing. I need to email out some followups. I also hope that the $180 a month apartment in Troy opens up, otherwise, I may be permanetly broke.