bad idea...

So I worked this morning on the new layout-- like it? Yeah well I don't care, cuz I like it. Anyway, so I looked for all these dance pictures, trying to make it look better (again, I like it, so shut up), and I ended up deciding I should stretch and/or throw on the pointe shoes for a bit. So I did, and now my left ankle feels like it just popped out of its socket. That may also because of the unnecessarily large amount of walking we did today uptown-- but I saw my Mike - MINE - so it's all good. The bands that were playing yesterday were pretty good too-- TNT IS DYNAMITE haha. Oh and yall know the other band wasn't that bad at all...

In other news, my p-baby is pitching tomorrow morning, so I'll be occupied (aka drooling) until about 3pm. Summer school is over! =) So we're going swimming with Constance on Monday. I have all these random plans for a vague "next week"... so one day I'm going to Six Flags (YEA?? or just a TAF gettogether..), one day I'm having a bake fest with Maria and Tami and Mike (not mine), and there is much stalking and street-running to accomplish before Livy leaves for Florida, Al leaves for Italy... and Em's already in Florida =(. In a rather cool way though, we're all gonna be gone during the same time, so we can spend more time together. And TAF is coming up-- SO EXCITED. Even more excited for the Cubs game after TAF-- bring on the Padres, baby. AND I might be going to Boston... but that's a very big MIGHT.

By the way, I must say that the Bosox/Yankee fight yesterday is possibly one of the best in all of baseball. Cmon-- the starting pitcher was bleeding from his ear, the "best player" in the major leagues screamed "fuck you", the guy who's already appealing a 5 game suspension literally DIVED into it, four players ejected, damn. Good shit. So now that  the Sox AND the Cubbies are getting their grips, it's about time we overrun this goddamn deficit and defeat the two evillest teams in Major League Baseball. Damn right, it's better than yo's.

So there's less than a month of summer left... les do it, do it doooo ittt...

For myself I am an optimist - it does not seem to be much use being anything else. ~Sir Winston Churchill
 
There has been nothing in my life that has affected me more than a turn towards optimism two years ago. I had spent years of hell in fear for my grades since my parents were so demanding about performance in school-- if I was procrastinating, it would eat away at me  until I was forced to work, and while I was working, it'd still be painful since I knew that I wasn't finished. One day I just realized that no matter what, I would always finish my work when I needed to. I trusted myself. I stopped obsessing at every waking moment about unfinished projects, started to enjoy doing whatever it was that kept me from working, and just LIVED.
 
Somehow this attitude has permeated the rest of my life. People say that happiness is ignorance... if that's true, then ignorance is a blessing. Optimism is like all risks- there are some risks you can't afford to take, and some risks you can't afford NOT to take. What everyone fears about optimism is that he/she will not be prepared for disappointment if it comes. Unfortunately, this fear can be applied to anything, and soon, a person would turn into a pessimist. Not only does pessimism totally bring you down, it also brings everyone else down with you. If you are not going to be optimistic about something, at the very least do not swing the other way. Hope for the best- acknowledge the worst. Do not let the thought of the worst consume you.
 
Because of my newfound ability to be optimistic without screwing myself over, it puzzles and frustrates me when others get down. I don't like being brought down, so I will do my best to keep you up, unless you totally refuse to give yourself a break. I won't disillusion you-- people need truth, and I won't compromise my own values and give up my peace of mind to let you continue on your pity fest. NEVER pity fest me, because I will DROP YO' SPLEEN bitch.
 
Thank you.

baseball

1) If Roger Clemens is gonna suck, he can suck when he's pitching AGAINST US. Not FOR US.

2) I hope Scott Rolen suffers lasting damage from being pegged by Mark Mulder.

3) The Unit can NOT go to the Satans. Nononono. No.

4) There is NO SUCH THING as a Clement/Garciaparra deal. Nor a Gonzalez/Cabrera deal. NO! NONONONO!

5) 8 straight home games coming up. I predict we go 6-2.

6) Because Clemens was an asshole, the 2004 World Series will not begin at Wrigley. The middle three games will be at Wrigley. We will win Game 1, 3, 4, and 5. A mass celebration on Waveland will ensue.

taf

The pre-TAF anxiety has settled in. WHY DO I HAVE SO LONG TO WAIT?! HURRY HURRY HURRY... It's starting to enter into my subconcious. Like what to pack. And what to wear. And what I'm gonna make Jeremy do when he loses our bet that I will be tanner than him =D Ahhhhhhh!! [Who's taking the bus with me? Yea, yea?]

isn't it funny...

...when you're talking to a person, and they're completely killing you inside, but they have no idea? We work so hard to keep our faces calm, to keep our demeanor "normal", and in the end, you just wish you could have told the truth. Your mind races, you think of what to say, but what pops out is just a nonchalant "yeah" or small joke. Your heart feels squeezed to burst, wrung out and hung out to dry. Yeah. That's funny.

My gripe speech is about William Hung. I hate him. [>>]

My walls make me happy. They are so very me. I am fortunate to know what I am and accept it with enthusiasm. I have pity for those who can't. Life is life, so why can't we all just live? Detach yourself.

interesting past couple of days

I think I'll leave it at that, cuz most of it is in my mind ... I think my life is changing a bit for me and it's really thought-provoking, to say the least.

First of all, I'd like to say... SWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP The two evillest teams in the AL, Yankees and White Sox. What a great weekend. (I'm starting to kinda like the Mets... it has nothing to do with Kaz Matsui, of course.)

A pretty good movie weekend-type-span-of-days. Thursday - Dodgeball at Crown with Jason and Andrew. Friday - Raising Helen at Pickwick with.. everyone. Saturday watched this random interesting movie on TV with a fight scene in the bathroom and the guy stabbed the other with an electric toothbrush. And they ran out of bullets so they threw guns at eachother.

Happy 4th, by the way. I've never really been in the US for it before, so I was like amazed. Went to Mikey's and chilled, had dinner, set off SO MUCH crap, omg so much fun. I'm such a pyro. Got a billion mosquito bites... RAWRR. Only problem is, I went to Anne's after I got home and didn't call my sister to tell her, so I'm grounded tomorrow.

Summer school starts Tuesday, from 10:10 to 12:20... so I can basically still do stuff anyway. Oral Comm.. gonna be so great! Gnite all..