TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAF
Everywhere I look-- every profile, away message, xanga, blog... TAF TAF TAF TAF!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SO EXCITED!!! Sunday, bus babyyyyyy =D And then I get to enter the beauuutiful Manchester dorms... decorated by my bestest buddies on hospitality - (Yea girls you hospitalize us! .. is that right?) I don't think I've ever been this excited for taf. Either because all mah boys n girls are on staff- or cuz I've spent all summer at home so I'm ready to leave-- haha. What sucks is, the end of taf means the end of summer. BUT LET'S NOT THINK ABOUT THAT.
Tomorrow I need to go taf food shopping. And then me and Mueller are gonna make a huge "GOOD LUCK ON 300" sign to put on Maddux's door... we're gonna do it tomorrow night. I'm gonna bring a walkman onto the bus just so I can listen to the game =D (Well not the entire thing...) but yea, obsession. Whatever, 300 is BIG. Anyhoo, then I still got loads of packing to do. SO EXCITTTTTTTTTTTTTTED...
Who cares about the 5 page essay I gotta write for AP euro???
By the way... Mary and Lauren's shindig ROCKED. Football/red rover in a skirt ... Fondue! ... water fight (..in a skirt) ... so much food. Man. Just good old fashioned awesomeness. I love you guys. I'll miss you. CYA IN A WEEK, SUCKERS.
7.25.2004
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...
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...
7.18.2004
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.
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.
7.14.2004
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?]
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?]
7.11.2004
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.
...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.
