Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Why Today Was Good (I'm So Fucking Descriptive)

1. I was asleep by midnight and woke up at 9 to study for a test. I spent the next 4 hours reading a little bit, studying for an even less amount of time, taking a shower and falling asleep for an hour. But do I still think I did pretty good on my test? You're goddamn right I do.
2. Pita Pete's was giving out free pitas again if you signed up for a credit card. Fake social security number? Yes. Fake phone number? Yes. Fake address? Yes. Am I invincible? Yes. I love you Pita Pete's.
3. I finally went to Wal-Mart today and got food. It was getting bad, I felt like I was forcing myself to be anorexic. It was the worst 4 hours of my life. Out of the $50 my mom gave me for food, I spent $31 of it on food. I'm smart.
4. I bought some ice cream. None of that other stuff could have happened and my day still would have been wonderful because of that fact.
5. Emily actually asked me this question: "How does it work when I go to the library? Do I just go up to the desk and tell them what books I want?" Have you ever been to a library, Ms. I-Have-A-3.5-GPA?
6. Her other great quote of the day: "Man, I don't feel fat at all right now cause I just shit out that whole pita." Oh how I love you Emily.

The number one reason why yesterday sucked ass - The Illini lost. I was so fucking excited about this game. It was the first time I've paid attention to basketball since the Bulls ruled the world. So in other worlds, I'm spolied. The Bulls never let me down and lost the championship, so I expected nothing less from the Illini. It was such a good fucking game too. They were down, and then tied it with only a minute or 2 left, then they lost by 5 points. I felt like crying. I talk to myself way too much when watching sports games. Really, it's awful. If I saw myself I'd think I was a crazy person. It's times like this when I need my brother. I made him call me after the game so I could get sports talk out of my system. Then my mom even got on the phone and said, "Oh honey, I'm sorry. It'll be ok" like she's trying to talk me out of killing myself something. Relax bitches, I just get too into sports, but I'll live. I'll save the suicide for when the Bears get to the Superbowl and lose. (Not like that would happen, the Bears would win 600-12, guaranteed.)

Ok, last thing about sports. I'll try to get it out of the way here so I don't bore everyone to tears in every post. Bill told me in a comment he can't understand how I can be from Chicago and not be a Cubs fan. Even though I already answered you, I'm putting it out here so I never get asked such a stupid question again.
WHITE SOX - White Sox fans are from the Southside of Chicago, because that's where the stadium is. (It's still "Comiskey Park" to me, I refuse to call it "Cellular Park" because that sounds so fucking stupid.) If you're a true southsider, you love the White Sox. Yeah yeah, everyone says they blow, and they do most of the time, but goddamnit they're MY White Sox. Don't even get my started on Southsiders who are Cubs fans. They are a disgrace to us all. Frank Thomas rules, bitches.
THE CUBS - Simply put, Cubs fans are pussies. There's really no better word to describe them. The Cubs play at Wrigley Field, on the Northside of Chicago. Wrigleyville is known for two things. Being rich bitches and it's flamingly homosexual nightlife. Cubs fans think they're better off than Sox fans, but they seem to forget that it's been longer for them since they've seen a World Series than it has for us. Nevermind the fact that the Titanic hadn't even sunk by the time either of them won one. Those few precious years between the Cubs winning and the Sox winning are all that counts. In the fall of '03 when the Cubs made it to the playoffs, I knew so many Sox fans who jumped on the Cubs bandwagon, and I threw up all over each one of them. I admitted it would be cool to see them in the playoffs just because Chicago would go crazy, but I would never, ever cheer for the Cubs. The thought makes me sick.

I'm not good at explaining things, but I hope that makes it clear why you can't be a Sox fan and a Cubs fan. It just doesn't work that way. It's always a good conversation starter though, asking who your team is. Either you can bond over the love you have for your team or make fun of each other for rooting for the shitty team. I've made some life long friends this way. I went on about this for far too long. Sorry.

So much for going to bed early tonight. 53 minutes Jenn. Good lord. And that's not even counting the minutes from when your phone died earlier. You're the best lady ever. Don't ever let anyone tell you any differently. Good conversations rock, bitches.

4 comments:

Peppermint Patty said...

oh how i miss hearing 'fuck the cubs!' from all of my southside homies.

i'll always be a rangers fan, no matter how much shit they might suck these days. but when it's in your blood, it's in your blood, and there's not a damned thing you can do about it. that's what i get for being raised in texas.

contradictingly, the cowboys can bite eat shit - GO BEARS!!!!!!!!!!

Peppermint Patty said...

bite eat shit? i think that was going to be 'bite my ass' and then turned into 'eat shit'

Jenn said...

Go Isotopes! (That's our semi-pro team.) This weekend is the mascots birthday bash. I didn't have plans, but I do now. Yay. Not that we ever pay attention to the game. We sit up in the grass area and get drunk and roll around. Funtimes indeed.

I'm too stupid to think of lying when I do those damn credit card things. Last time I did that was for a visor at a Diamondbacks vs. Padres game. I got my visor, bitches.

This whole fucking post was about sports and you were crying for a comment? GO 49'ers! GO Bulls! Go Dodgers! Go Jenn!

Out!

Jenn said...

Oh yeah, and I looked at my phone too. Was that the longest we've ever talked? I think we've talked that long before. It was a damn good conversation.

I instant message while I pee.