I have to get the baseball talk out of the way first (mainly directed at you John, I'm sure you're the only one who pays attention). WHITE SOX WON BITCHES. 2-1, it was a good game. It kind of feels like we won dirty because there was a dispute about a call at the bottom of the 9th, but you can't reverse it now. The series is tied and we go to Anahiem from the next three games. We should win those three then wrap it up back here on the Southside (you have no idea how many times a day I knock on wood. I'm sure it really helps the team). Seven more wins and it's ours. It's been a long time coming, 88 years. We're due for a championship.
Ever since the playoffs started I've been dying to go back home to watch a game there, in some Southside Irish bar surrounded by people who will be just as into the game as I am. My mom is coming to get me tomorrow so I can watch Friday's game at home, then Kelly can give me a ride back up here since she's coming to visit me anyways. SOUTHSIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE here I come.
This past Saturday I had work at 9:00 am, so I wasn't planning on going out. I've told myself that the past 3 weekends when I haad work that early and ended up going out and getting drunk each time. But I had a good excuse this time, the Sox had just beaten Boston to clinch, so naturally I had to celebrate. I came home at 4 am, and set the alarm for 8 am. What time do I wake up? 10:30. Sweet, I'm an hour and a half late for work. I had never worked with the guy who was working, so I'm sure I make a great first impression on him. From now on, NO GOING OUT WHEN I HAVE WORK AT 9. Or at least be home by 1 am, let's be sensible here.
I really hate when I'm the passenger in a car and the driver rolls down my window for me using the automatic window-roller-downer-thingy. If I want the window down more than I already put it, I'LL DO IT MYSELF. Or if it's not open at all, maybe I just don't want it open in the first place. I think I'm old enough to make my own decision. I'm adding this to the list of stupid shit that annoys me. While we're on the topic, I hate people who use bookbags with wheels. Is it nessecary? I remember telling Kelly two years ago that whenever I see one I just want to go over to it and kick it over. So now everytime I see one, I mentally image myself kicking the shit out of your stupid bookbag on wheels and it makes me a little bit better. Not much, but it's the only thing that keeps my rage intact when I see one.
This is probably the worst post I have ever written. Sorry bitches.