La la la la la la...YEAHHHHHHH!
Umm, yeah. So how's it goin? Oh how I've missed that feeling, waking up feeling like you got your ass kicked the night before, cell phone on the floor halfway across the room, clothes scattered, in a daze. Good times.
I must be a masochist on some level, because I do enjoy the feeling. Like when you're really worked out and you're sore as hell, or getting your ass kicked sparring, ahh, good times. It's just that sometimes the best way to feel alive, hell to feel anything, it too feel pain, right? I sure as hell can deal with physical pain a whole lot better than the emotional kind. So last night D calls and we head over to Mullen's. We called a lot of people, unfortunately no one showed, D himself was a hour late. There I was watching my Cubbies lose another game, drinking by my lonesome, chit chatting with Billie. Oh speaking of chit chatting, it's funny how the world works, this one particular girl I was talking to on and off, who proceeded to shoot me down saying she had a "boyfriend", well it turns out she's got two kids and is older than what she said. Blessings in disguise. Everything happens for a reason. Eventually D shows up and to my surprise a couple of my friends from high school show up. Then a couple more, heh. Long story short it ended up being a loooooong night filled with Jagerbombs, Sambuca (which I just found out you can light and have tons of fun with), Long Islands, and Harps. It's a good thing I wasn't driving, heh.
I wake up this morning, to an empty house, in a great fucking mood for once, and full of energy. What to do, what to do? I think of a few things, catch up on here, write a little, watch a movie, go out for a while, slowly I start losing it. Then I remember that I was going to possibly type up my old entries from my "real life" journals. You know, copy them straight from my journals and throw them on here for the world to see, or at the very least for me to have them accessible.
Then I started reading them.
Mistake number one. It's amazing how the same bullshit bothered me years ago. Have I done nothing since then? I noticed typos and other mistakes, then I wondered what I was going to do, or how I'd set up the ones that had drawings or doodles. Maybe describe them or make notes. I'd want to copy them exactly as I wrote them, so I could see myself using a lot of brackets to correct things. The other issue, and I guess it's always an issue here as well is the usage of people's real names. If it's nothing too incriminating, I always use people's names but sometimes...hmm. Believe it or not, people actually read this thing, so far it hasn't been a problem. Maybe I'll make those entries friends only, or VIP, or even private, we'll see. Nah, not private, I have to at least let Viv read them, heh. I don't know, for the most part I know most of the people on LJ seems to use real names, so I guess it's copacetic. Speaking of Bibby, she friend'd me on MySpace, was it? Friendster, eh one of the two and in her friends I saw Mike's page so I followed it over and saw his pics. It was just kind of cool to finally have faces to match all these people she writes about. But I digress, I started reading them and thinking about the logistics of copying them and I lost my steam, so on to the X-Box I went and then I watched the Cubs lose, again. Blegh.
Had a late lunch, and now here I am, in front of the computer once again, spilling my guts, keeping up with the other baseball games going on, and listening to Local H. I've got the Yahoo live stat tracker and let me tell you, if I'm not careful I could sit here all night obsessing over my fantasy players and their stats, I mean it updates them live dammit! Runs, hits, stolen bases, Ks, homers, walks, you name it! *shakes head*
Anyway, that's it for now guys and dolls, this entry was brought to you by the letter F and the number 2.