Anybody else excited for the Illini-UNC game tomorrow? You should be. Too bad I have to study for a huge test tomorrow too. That can wait until after the game though. It's probably a good thing I have no money for beer because I don't think I would be the best drunk-studier. Something just tells me the two wouldn't mix well together. I'm completely jumping on the bandwagon, rooting for Uni of Illinois, but who gives a fuck. The team is from my state, therefore I should support them. It's a rule I'm pretty sure. However that rule does not apply to the Cubs. The Cubs blow and always will blow. Now that Sammy and Moses are gone, you don't have a chance. Not that my White Sox have a chance either, but shut the fuck up about it.
So my weekend blew. How was yours? If you took a shower and left the house, you're much more exciting than I am. Friday I drank some wine with Carly, but I think I hate wine now. We watched American Splendor, and Bill, I want my $12 back. Not that the movie was that awful, but I could really use that $12 right now. On Saturday I watched the Illini game and way too much VH1. Way way too much. I need to get out more.
Today I was supposed to "hang out" with Antonio, but he didn't call me. Trying to give me a taste of my own medicine assrammer? This whole weekend I wasn't dreading hanging out with him, then it got to today, and I don't want him to call anymore. I mean, if he would have called I would have gone out with him, but I was getting nervous because I'm a pansy. And then he doesn't call, and I'm sort of relieved but moreso pissed off. First I don't want him to call, and then when he actually doesn't, I get mad. I make a lot of sense. Of course everyone is thinking, "why didn't you call him?" but remember I'm a pussy and don't like calling guys. I'll be sure to give you the update on what he tells me in class tomorrow because I'm sure you're all enthralled.
I think my eyesight has gotten worse since my last checkup in December. Is that possible? I can barely read the blackboard in class anymore and today while walking to visit Emily at work I couldn't read the gas prices until I was nearly 30 feet from the sign. I just made up 30 feet, I have no idea how close I was to it, but I know I never had to be that close before. I probably just need to change my contacts. Fascinating.
Earlier today someone knocked on our door, and it was a delivery guy from Jimmy Johns (a sub place). I told them I was the only one home and that I hadn't ordered anything. I asked what address he was looking for, and he said mine. Then he goes, "It's for a Katie, do you know a Katie?" I was like "Uhh...I'm Katie, but still, I didn't order anything." So he eventually left but I felt stupid like he thought I was lying to him or something. But I think that's bizarre. He was looking for my exact address, and then for a Katie. Emily thinks someone was "trying to get revenge on me", but who orders one sandwich to prank someone with? I think if you were pissed at someone you'd order a shitload of food. Plus, who is pissed at me? It could have just been a freaky coincidence, but who knows. Oh the horrible drama in my life. Someone doesn't like me and is sending me Jimmy John sandwiches. I should call the cops.
I started watching Cape Fear Friday night at 3:00 am. Not a good movie to watch by yourself that late at night. I must have made sure the door was locked 5 times before I went to bed.
I'm in a softball league with some friends this summer, and we're sponsored by this bar near my house. I really hope that means we get free beer or something after each game. The part I'm most excited about? Getting a t-shirt out of it. I'm trying to forget about the having-games-every-fucking-Sunday-part and maybe having to go home for practices. And good lord, the running. I haven't ran farther than a 10 feet since I was 8 years old. I get out of breath walking up 2 flights of stairs. But it will be good drunken times, I can promise you that, bitches.