| I am officially decreeing |
[25 Jun 2008 @ 10:45pm] |
That my future husband is going to be either:
a) black
b) British
d) have an accent
e) a basketball player
f) a footballer (soccer player)
g) an R&B singer
Hehehehehehehehehehehe.
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| Euro 2008: Turkey versus Germany |
[25 Jun 2008 @ 3:38pm] |
I had a dream last night that I missed this semifinal match because of work. I was so pissed off. And in that dream, Turkey and Germany scored 4-4 and the result went to penalty kicks. But I don't remember who won the PKs, I think that's when my dream shifted to something completely different. Or I woke up.
Anyway, so in reality it's 3-2 and looks like Germany's gonna come away with the win. Something's fucked up with ESPN, there's been technical difficulties for like the past 20 minutes. OK, the whistle's been blown, Germany's officially won.
But Turkey! I'm so fascinated by them. When they came back from 0-2 against the Czech Republic, it was amazing. I never got to see the match against Croatia, but coming into this game, everybody was talking about them.
Now I'm looking forward to Spain winning tomorrow and spanking Germany next Sunday. Let's hope.
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| TWILIGHT!!! |
[23 Jun 2008 @ 11:04pm] |
I remember when I first picked up a copy of this amazing book. It was either at the library or in Barnes and Noble, I can't be sure which. But I distinctly remember reading the following short "preview" of the contents inside:
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him - and I didn't know how dominant that part might be - that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.
I remember scoffing and dismissing the book as some cheap gothic romance novel when I read that bit. I wasn't interested in reading it then. It wasn't until the last couple of months that I finally realized that my own friends - people I knew - were talking about this book, hyping it up. And so I finally managed to borrow a copy and decided to see what all the fuss was about.
And boy, oh boy, did I see what all the fuss was about. The plot was a little sketchy but nonetheless suspenseful, and some of the minor characters felt too underdeveloped. But never have I ever fallen so hopelessly in love (or maybe lust) with a character before as much as I am right now with Edward Cullen. I'd say he's jumped up there with Mr. Darcy on my list of fictional-characters-I-would-love-to-have-my-way-with. I got tingles reading about the love between Edward and Bella, a love so magical and forbidden and exciting and real.
Sigh. Stephenie Meyer has brought out the hopeless romantic in me again. I've never read a book so dark and intense that got me this chilled, this excited. I've become a Twilight groupie, and so damn proud of it! Better late than never, eh?
AND I CAN'T FREAKING WAIT FOR DECEMBER 12!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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| This whole Sox/Cubs deal |
[22 Jun 2008 @ 7:28pm] |
Growing up, I watched baseball occasionally in the summers with my dad, but we never declared any allegiance to one team. True, he tended to watch the Cubs more, but I have visual proof of my younger brother wearing Sox when he was a baby. So clearly it didn't matter. And since my childhood took place in the midst of all the Jordan heydey, I worshipped the Bulls instead.
Fast forward to 2005. By some stroke of fate, the White Sox found themselves on the road to winning the World Series. I became fascinated, interested. My history teacher that year happened to be a Sox fan, and I guess he wielded some influence over me - it also helped to know that true Sox fans existed. And so, the boys in black and white went all the way, and I became a Sox fan.
Most people would scoff and brand me as jumping on the bandwagon, a "fair weather" fan. And so I am. I jumped on the wagon, I cheered with everyone else on it. But so far I have yet to jump off it, even when the weather was "bad" like it was last season. In the past three years, the Sox have somehow managed to make me actually LIKE baseball.
The same couldn't be said for the rest of my family. My father and brother cemented themselves as Cubs loyalty, while my mother and youngest brother couldn't care less. They mock me now, tease me, taunt me (as have nearly 85% of the people I know). And now, as I sit here watching the final game of the first Sox/Cubs series this year, I realize something about this rivalry the Sox and the Cubs share.
And it's that I don't give a shit.
I take more pride in loving the Sox than hating the Cubs. And I'm not going to stoop to other people's level and waste my time finding reasons to hate on them. Yesterday a co-worker asked me how I was feeling about the "crappy Sox." I regret the things I said to him then, and if I could have said it differently, I would.
The Cubs are good this year, I acknowledge that. I acknowledge that in the same vein that I acknowledge that the Celtics were the best in the East this year, even though I hate them with a burning passion, knowing that everyone had tipped this year to be the Bulls' year. But the Sox are not "crappy." They are good. They are in the first place of their division, and have won a World Series in the last half-century (and yes, that IS a valid argument - if the Red Sox can win two World Series in four years, then don't count out the White Sox). They are also underappreciated, which is the part that pisses me off the most. Ozzie said it right when he said that the Cubs are loved because they've been total shit (OK, this is the Sox fan in me speaking out now) for 100 years now, while the Sox will never be appreciated enough even if they win another 10 World Series in the next 10 years.
So what's the point of my rambling and messy post?
I'm a Sox fan. Don't fuck with me. I stand behind them as my team, and you shitty arrogant Cubs fans can fuck off.
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| This is going to sound so juvenile |
[29 May 2008 @ 12:06am] |
But I don't fucking care.
I'm pissed. So very fucking pissed, about something really stupid.
What's the problem here? I can't find anybody to watch a midnight showing of Sex and the City with me. And when I say anybody, I mean anybody (nobody?). Oh, sure, people are willing to see it Friday. Or sometime during the weekend. BUT I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING SEE IT ON FRIDAY DURING THE DAY. I WANT TO WATCH IT AT AT FUCKING MIDNIGHT.
I seem to have bad luck with watching midnight shows. The first one I ever went to was Spider-Man 3. But since then, it's like I've been fucking cursed. I couldn't watch Harry Potter last year at midnight because there was a fucking power outage at the theater (fucking ComEd). I didn't get to watch Indiana Jones because I had to fucking WORK the midnight show of Indiana Jones. And now nobody will watch Sex and the City with me. I've exhausted my resources. People are busy, people can't get permission from their parents to go out at midnight, and worst of all, people are watching it with other people that are not me!
WHAT THE FUCK.
This is so pathetic. I'm ready to cry. And I don't care anymore, I think I'll just go to the midnight show by myself. I don't fucking care. I work at the damn theater, I don't care at this point what other people think. I know people who watch movies by themselves, I knew it was a matter of time before I started going to see movies by myself.
But still. I'm irritated. That people made plans without me. That people break plans with me. That people don't fucking take the initiative to contact me. I'm fucking sick of this, this is why I always had insecurity problems in the first place, because I was fucking tired of always having to take initiative and feeling like people didn't like me enough to include me without me asking.
I'm so very fucking cranky.
And I'm going to go watch Sex and the City by myself. Fuck you all.
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