Same Old, Same Old
Mood:  a-ok
We finally got on a winning streak! Sure it’s only 2 games, but we finally broke out of the win one, lose three, win one, lose three thing. I have no idea what that was about. We beat the Saints in high scoring action, but we were in danger of losing the week after, to the BROWNS! That would have been no es bueno. But Ben came up large in that game. He brought us back, and when I saw that shovel pass he threw to Willie Parker with 32 seconds left, and the fact that he made it look so easy, I was floored. The man is so awesome! I’m trying to relish in this win, because next week we play the Ravens and they are it this year. They’re 8-2 and sitting pretty with a 3 game lead over the Bengals, while we just had a knock-down, drag-out to not be the basement dwellers at 4-6 over the Browns.

I was wrong about what I said about if a certain driver wins the cup this year, and then the Super Bowl will be the two worst teams ever. Actually, that driver is more the Colts of the NASCAR circuit if anything. And that bastard won the Cup. Ugh. But if the Colts make it to the Super Bowl, I refuse to cheer for them. Last year, I probably would have, this year, not so much.

I can’t believe Thursday is Thanksgiving. Wow, this year is just over. And I’ve accomplished absolutely nothing, but I’m not feeling that low just yet to be depressed over it. Besides, I have another predicament to get out of. Okay, yesterday, November 20, was Lisa’s birthday. I sent a card last Thursday. But then she called me on Friday, and I missed the call (not on purpose, I may have been in the shower). Then she sent me an e-mail saying that my answering service didn’t work (not true, but my phone is starting to suck, two more months I can get a new one), and that she wanted to invite me to go out with her, Rem, some chick I’ve never met named Luna, and probably Lisa’s annoying ass boyfriend Mike. I can’t remember; I’d have to look again. But anyway, somewhere in the e-mail she said that she felt that I was shutting myself away from the world or something. That’s slightly laughable, but true at the same time. It’s not the world I’m shutting out; it’s just people I know. From a normal person, that might not make sense, but looking at previous entries a person could see where I’m coming from. She also tried to use the lure of “if you don’t’ have any money, we’ll pay.” No, still not going to work, especially not for your birthday. It’s slightly flattering that she wants me to go so bad that she’d pay, but that looks so horrible if you only go because they’re paying, on their birthday. If it was just some outing like in the summer or at some time that isn’t anyone’s birthday, there is a slight maybe, but I probably still wouldn’t do it. But like I said, I just don’t want to do it anymore. I’m just tired of trying.

Also Marcus called today. He left a message and I may call him back in a bit. I want to get all my bedding that I washed back on, so I’m not doing it on the phone, huffing and puffing in his ear. I don’t know, we’ll see.

I guess that’ll be it for me this time around. Maybe the Steelers can stun the Ravens (and the NFL) with a win, but, well, the tape will be running, so I’m going to enjoy this win we had. Oh, and to that old, senile analyst that said Ben Roethlisberger was overrated and Eli Manning wasn’t, he can smell my face. That goes to show what joke that profession is.

This song is still so beautiful.

We'll do it all
Everything
On our own
We don't need
Anything
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
But they're not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see
I don't know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

The one I think of when I hear those lyrics…

He's so adorable in that photo. Like a little boy who just won his first Little League game. Too cute.

I'm phasing.

Just Muddling Through
Mood:  cool
Wow. I don’t believe it. 2-5. This should have not happened. Just when you think it’s gonna get back on track, something else comes a long and throws a wrench in the plans. When the Steelers played Kansas City, Ben proved that he’s still the man to beat. The following week, when they played in Atlanta, he proved that he’s still the man to beat. Or just give a bloody concussion. It’s always him, isn’t it? The messed up thing is that he was so fucking awesome in the game, and then when he went down, Charlie Batch was so fucking awesome in the game! Their stats combined for 20/35, 344 yards, 5 touchdowns, and ZERO interceptions. Michael Vick threw 4 TDs and 2 INTs; he would have a career day against us. But we still fucking lost. Bloody fumbles, it’s gonna kill us. I had never been so angry after a loss then the one to the Falcons. The fact that three defenders crushed Ben, two had blatant helmet-to-helmet on him, and one of them had the audacity to talk shit. Oh no. I’m already out for blood on the Falcons’ team, but when I heard that, sirens and whistles went off in my head. It’s bloody personal and official now. I hate the Atlanta Falcons. They are the NFC equivalent to the New England Patriots. And I hope they never win a goddamn Super Bowl with their running back who takes snaps.

Then we lost to the Oakland fuck Raiders. I still think that Ben shouldn’t have played, I mean, two concussions in a four month span is terrible. He was obviously seeing things that weren’t really there since he threw four more interceptions, bringing his TD/INT ratio to 6/11. That is not mexcellent. And we have Denver coming up; no good is coming our way anytime soon. I feel so terrible for Ben. I really do, the media is taking shots at him, but the fans are the absolute worst. The man brought us to the AFC Conference game in his first two seasons, and gave us a Super Bowl win in his second season becoming the youngest Super Bowl winning quarterback EVER! Then he takes a face-plant on a car. The fact that Ben is even on a football field and not being pushed around in a wheelchair with a nurse wiping drool off of his chin (and I’d be extremely jealous of the nurse) is absolutely mind-boggling. It’s his third season. He’s gonna have some off games. Although I had hoped they wouldn’t all come so close together, but if you call yourself a Pittsburgh Steelers fan, you have to stand by him. I mean, he might have shaved five years off of his career already with the motorcycle accident, and we could be robbed of seeing him at his best level. Or, we could be at a slight bump in the road of a long and possibly great career. No one knows for sure, but everyone is acting so ridiculous. My one hope for Ben, that I haven’t gotten yet and I would hope that this is a goal for him as well, is for Ben to start 16 games in the regular NFL season healthy. And maybe some of them probable, with a thumb. I miss those days.

Tony Stewart is so inappropriate. He won, again this past Sunday. That means that out of the seven races in the Chase so far, he’s won two, and has had I think at least four top five finishes. If only he could have qualified for the Chase, he would be in such great shape to take the Cup again. I still hope Jimmie Johnson spins out and/or hits a wall in at least two out of the next three races. He cannot win. If he wins the cup, that means the Patriots will probably win the Super Bowl again, and this will have become worst season ever. And they’ll play the Falcons in the game. But I doubt that because the Bears crush this season. Totally crush.

I’m all alone; all by myself, there is no one here besides me. And that’s the way I like it. I haven’t talked to anybody in so long. And it’s so great. Well, last night I did read an e-mail from Lisa about how come she can’t ever reach me. That’s because that for the past two weeks, she keeps calling during Lost (best show ever). I’m not gonna talk on the phone during Lost. I should just send her my bloody schedule and it’ll show that I just don’t really have the time. Not that I’m working or anything, but if she’s still in school and working, our hours just won’t be compatible. Like I don’t know what time she gets off, but from 5:00 – 6:30, I’m doing dinner. I’m cooking just so I can feed my mother when she walks through the door. Then I usually try to take a shower by 8:00, so I can watch all my shows. And lately, for some unknown reason, I have been breaking out in hives every fucking night. So I take medication for that, and it causes drowsiness within two to three hours, so I’m going to bed by the latest midnight. When am I going to talk to her? I can’t do it while I’m cooking, if I get distracted, I’ll mess it up. And I really don’t like to talk on the phone while I’m eating. It’s rude to both parties. You hear people chewing in your ear on one end, and someone is disturbing your dinner on the other. And I think that talking on the phone while watching your shows you’re obsessed about it just so irksome. It gets right under my skin. When I saw her name come up during Lost twice, it was so hard to not answer the phone, “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!” But some people might find that offensive. Plus, I just hate talking on the phone. I just don’t have anything to say to these people.

Typical conversation goes like this:
Them- Hey.
Me- Hey.
Them- Haven’t heard from you in a while, what have you been up to?
Me- Nothing.
Them- You’re not working?
Me- No.
Them- So what have you been doing?
Me- Stuff for my mom.
Them- Oh. Well maybe we can get together some time soon.
Me- Maybe, but I doubt it.
Them- Why not?
Me- I’m broke, so I can’t spend money.
Them- Oh. Well, talk to you later.
Me- Okay. Bye.

Lisa’s might be longer. I might talk about Ben and football stuff. But I know she doesn’t really care because she doesn’t watch football. In all honesty, I’m just done with it. I’m really never going to go out with them, because I can be miserable all by my damn self. My whole point is you’re supposed to want to be with your friends, not dread it because they can’t ever get their shit right. People are so inappropriate.

Now I have to talk about Lost (best show ever). It is very inappropriate. They killed off Mr. Eko. The only survivor left from the tail section of the plane crash is Bernard, and I haven’t seen him or his wife, Rose, this season other than that, Lost is so good. I’m gonna be in trouble after this week, it goes on hiatus until next year, but the next episode looks to be awesome as balls. What am I going to do with myself without this show? And no, the answer isn’t talk on the phone. I’ll figure something out.

Oh yeah, I have a new TV schedule now, so here it goes.

Sunday: Football
Monday: Football/Law & Order marathon (if I hate the teams playing or it’s a boring game)
Tuesday: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
Wednesday: Lost (best show ever)
Thursday: Ugly Betty (hysterical)
Friday: Law & Order
Saturday: College Football

That rocks. Well I’ll start to wrap it up. My thoughts I leave with are Clear Channel sucks so much ass and holy crap, it’s November.

Oh and my new favorite song Snow Patrol Chasing Cars.

If I lay here,
If I just lay here,
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

You know for who I would.

Tell the haters to piss off, Ben. Remember what you got: a ring and THE trophy. The haters: Not so much.

I’m phasing.

This is NOT Mexcellent!
Mood:  hungry
Man, this football season is not starting out the way I had hoped it would. We’re freaking 1-2! That sucks so much! And to make matters worse, the Ravens are 4-0 and the Bungles are 3-1 (as much as it pains me to say, thank you Patriots ) Ben just hasn’t hit his stride this season yet. He also hasn’t thrown a touchdown yet. He’s had 5 interceptions, and like two of them came in the red zone last weekend during the game against Cincinnati. We just had our bye, and now we have a hell of a hole to dig ourselves out of. In my last entry, I said I was perfectly fine with Ben sitting until after the bye, but whatever. I’m not the coaching staff, and if he’s medically cleared to play, then they’ll play him. I just hope they got their act together because we play San Diego on Sunday night, their defense is top notch.

I also can’t get into the Chase for the Cup because Tony’s not in it. And to make matters worse, in the first Race for the Chase, he finished second. If he had done that the week before, he’d be in it! And then he won the race two days ago! He would do this when it doesn’t really matter. That is so inappropriate. I don’t even really care who wins, but I would be all right if Denny took it. He’s Tony’s teammate, so no hard feelings. I just don’t want Jimmie Johnson or Jeff Gordon to win. Ugh!

That’s about it for me, keeping it short and sweet this time. Hopefully tomorrow I can hit the mall and pick up The Little Mermaid on DVD. FINALLY!! I’ve been bitching about it for like 4 years. What the hell took Disney so goddamn long? I also got some birthday cards to pick up, one is gonna be kind of late because my nephew’s birthday is this coming up Saturday, and for some reason trying to mail anything to Alabama takes about 3 weeks to get there. It’s so stupid.

I’m phasing.

P.S. LOST BEST SHOW EVER RETURNS TOMORROW NIGHT BABY!!!!!! I missed it so much.

And these kitty emoticons rock!

Not Sad to See August Go
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: NASCAR Nextel Cup Race
August was a long month, and it sucked. Badly. I haven’t been to work since the end of July because of my foot. It got really swollen because of all that standing in not-so-supportive shoes. The, when I finally got my doctor’s note, it still wasn’t good. Even in tennis shoes it was still too little too late. And I kind of fell out with my manager. Just because she wants to stay in the store and never go home doesn’t mean the same holds true for everyone else. Plus, she made everyone else leave. Any time we got a new person, they would never last more than 6-8 weeks.

I’m desperately seeking a job where I can sit down for most of the day, but nothing is really coming through. And it sucks so much that there are people out there that I’m more skilled at with certain things, they stayed in school, and somehow got that piece of paper and can get the jobs. And get more money for it, as well. But that’s life, and it’s inappropriately unfair.

Another crappy thing that happened is my step-dad got sick. He has an irregular heart beat, but that turned out to be just his thing. But now he’s got some dodgy blood work, and they have to set up a doctor’s appointment about that on Tuesday. What was really terrible was that his sister passed away last late Wednesday night/early Thursday morning. She was so sweet too, but she had been sick for so long. She was on dialysis for seven years, and the recommended length of time for that is only five years. Usually they hope that most people can get a new kidney before the five years is up.

I guess the only bright spot was my birthday just passed. Whatever. I don’t even really care anymore. It just doesn’t mean anything to me. After 21, it just doesn’t seem like a big deal anymore. Their really aren’t anymore milestones to hit until 30. But then you’re just old. It was a very subdued affair. Parents promised to make it up with something better, but to be honest, that night, I would have been happy with some crab legs, watching the race. Tony didn’t do so well, but he’s doing much better tonight.

Still, what I wouldn’t give to relive last year. It was so amazing. And so incredibly unbelievable that I got the one thing I had wanted so badly. I got to see Ben. It was a real treat. I can only hope for more experiences like that. I guess this year, since I didn’t really want anything, I just didn’t care. I usually get at least a little excited but it was so, lackluster this year. And it’s a bit funny, since I didn’t pimp my birthday this year, only one of my “friends” remembered. I wasn’t really surprised, but rather disappointed. In two people. My brother and Marcus. How’s that for a blow? My own brother. I know that he’s poor and all, and if he’s buys a card, he never mails it, but I usually get a card or something. And Marcus, well, he sent a text-message yesterday. On his birthday. He must have just realized that it just passed, but probably didn’t remember what day. It’s only one week, exactly, before his. Lisa, by the by, was the one who remembered. She called four days early, but she still remembered. She called twice today, but I didn’t really feel like talking. Once at 5: something and once at 9: something. I’m not exactly sure what she wanted, but it had better not had anything to do with the next subject I’ about to tackle.

Mr. Roethlisberger. He just can’t seem to get it together. He seems to be his own worst enemy. My poor baby. It’s not a serious as the motorcycle accident, but once again he’s back in hospital. It sucked so much; I had just finished watching about 4-5 hours of Law and Order when I turned to NBC to watch some of the pre-race show, and they announced that Ben had undergone an emergency appendectomy. Luckily, his appendix didn’t burst, but man, he’s had an awful summer. And I had such high hopes for him this season. He was performing so well during the preseason, but in all honesty, I really don’t want him on the field until the fifth week. He can sit out the first three games, then we have our off week, then hopefully he’ll be fit enough to play against the Chargers on October 8. The rabid Steelers fan in me is thinking though that if we do that we could go 0-3. It really does depend on everyone else though. I mean, if Charlie doesn’t turn the ball over (much) and the defense really comes through, we could defeat the Dolphins, who might not even be as good as the media wants them to be. But I kind of want them to be good so they can overtake the Patriots in their division. Then the Jaguars always play us tough. Even though they swear they really beat us last year when Ben was out with his knee injury and we had Tommy Maddox (ugh) in. Turnover Tommy? Please, he gave that game away. Then we play the Bungles. And I am very sick of them. Now, Carson Palmer has looked awesome in the preseason, so there’s cause for worry, but we’ll have to see. But I’m sure that game could get ugly and they will show up to play. All I’m saying is that before our bye week, in best case scenario, we could go 1-2, if we’re 2-1, it would be phenomenal, but in the highly unlikely case of 3-0, then the Bungles really suck..

Oh well, I guess that will be it for me. I meant to update at some point last month, but we’ve had a hell of a time.

Get well, Ben. You seem to be your own worst enemy. I’d love to be the one who could save you.

I find him very sexiful!

I’m phasing.

P.S. My computer blows. If I ever get a new one, I'm setting this one on fire. Bloody spyware.

A Pirate's Life For Me
Mood:  cheeky
That movie was AWESOME!!! Long as hell though, but great nonetheless! But it was just so much for me to even try to remember, Johnny was hot as always. And even though I say he doesn't do anything for me, the part where they whipped Orlando Bloom? H-O-T! But the ending was where it was at! All I can say is bring on number three. I don't know if I'll make it to next May.

It was probably better for me to see this on my own, because everyone else probably would have complained about the length or something. I just know they would have said something to bring me down.

And some really great news, Ben is starting to do television interviews. And he looks great. Of course some people want to scream "makeup", but that's just hating. He broke his face and looks amazing, and it's been only four weeks. Some parts of his face are a bit puffy, but he had 7 hour reconstructive surgery. And he's got like a blood clot in his right eye. It makes it look as though his eyes are off balanced, but it's just an illusion. The world is just full of haters.

So with that, I leave this pictorial...

Gotta love Jack Sparrow. Excuse me, Captain Jack Sparrow.

If only I could get screen caps from the whipping scene. So, so, so very hot.

And even though he didn't do anything for me in the first one, I found Norrington to be pretty sexy. Probably because he wasn't wearing that stupid, pompous wig. He had his long brown hair down, was dirty, I was feeling it.

And of course, my one and only...

At the ESPY's. Check out the bling on his right hand! And...

At that golf tournament I mentioned last time. See, it won't always be bad news.

And to answer my question from last time? He said he's ready.

I'm phasing.

Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: Windows Media Mix
Why is that every time I want to go see a movie, the most inappropriate shit has to happen? Especially if it's a movie that I'm absolutely dying to see. First Goblet of Fire, now Dead Man's Chest. This is so annoying. And it always starts with the usual suspects. I thought we could actually get something together. The meeting time was 6:00, then it was pushed back to 6:30, and that was fine. Everyone but Phil was there by at least 6:40, so we watched at least three Yellow Line trains go by until he shows up at 7:00. And he was the one all pressed for everyone to be on time. Then when we get to the theater, they announce the 8:15 show is sold out and we have to wait until the 9:45 showing. But we can't do that because Lisa's boyfriend Mike has to get up really early the next morning. Man, I was so blown. Then they wanted to go to the mall. So we hit Pentagon for like 45 minutes because it closes at 9:30. I went to Best Buy and (finally) got my Blue October CD. Then I had to run up to the top level to get my step-dad's birthday cards.

All in all it was a colossal waste of time and money. I had been up for so long yesterday because I had to open and stay until 4:00, plus I didn't get a lot of sleep the night before due to anxiety like always.

Then I thought that I might go see it today with my step-dad, because they had to go to Springfield and exchange a shirt, but they just had World War III in the car coming home from church. They got home at like 12:30, and church doesn't even let out until after 1:00. I could go see it tomorrow, but I probably won't. I may either go see it Thursday or try and hook something up with Marcus. This is so rigoddamndiculous! And they wonder why I don't go out with people. This is what I get for even trying. It's shit like this that makes me give up on the human race. I mean it's so sad, if I want to go out with Marcus, and see a movie that I'm not that hard up to see, I'll see it. But if I try to get together with anyone else for a movie that I'm really interested in seeing, it's impossible. So this is it, in writing, no more. If any of their numbers appear on my mobile, they are getting the work treatment and getting an ignore. If I can finally shake Spineless (who left a message in my My Space mailbox, which I deleted like spam) and his brother, I can do it to them too.

Oh, and Lisa's boyfriend Mike is still annoying as hell. I thought it might have been just first impressions, but no, he's just an annoying ass bastard. But I don't hang out with Lisa enough anymore to say anything, and I'm glad she's got somebody, but I just don't understand that relationship. It's like, if you try to tell a joke, he just has to top it, and it's never funny. Then he also has the horrible of explaining the joke. And he actually had one that was okay... until he explained it. And I don't think he's controlling, but he has so much, for lack of a better word, power over her. His parents added her to their phone's family plan. Mike said that it was because they ran up the phone bill, so it was cheaper that way. But that's just creepy to me.

And a part of me doesn't want to ask Marcus out of fear that he'll feel like option number 3, and he deserves better than that.

I mean, the only thing I can do about last night is just shake my head and roll my eyes.

And now for something completely different...

Ben, with all the stuff that has happened to him within the past month, is still inappropriate. He's going to be in a golf tournament next week. Or he was already in it, and it will be televised next week, I can't remember. Anyway, this sounds so impossible. Therefore I now think that he's just inhuman. He's a total freak (in a good way, and maybe a naughty way). Who else could do this?

Oh yeah, another good thing, last week Tony Stewart got his second win of the season, on the same track he got his second win on last season, in Daytona. Hopefully this means he's back, and everybody else better watch their rear-view mirrors, because it'll be full of Smoke!

I guess that'll be it for me, I'm still debating on whether to ask Marcus or not, it'll just depend on whatever. Ugh, let me go before the rambling gets worse.

This ordinary man, is so freakishly awesome.

I'm ready for some football, the only question, is he?

I'm phasing.

What A Week!
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: Don't Cha & Gold Digger
Let's start with Monday. Okay, so my mother and I were at Springfield Mall, and everything was okay. We left like around 11:30 or something, hopefully not to run in to traffic. Everything was cool and all until we went into the Redskins' Store. They have two televisions, a little one up in a corner in the ceiling, and a big, plasma-screen next to the register. When we were walking into the store, I saw that the World Cup was on (USA was getting their asses handed to them). But then I looked up at the small one, and that had the NFL Network on. Something about worst team ever (ugh!). Anyways, I saw that the bottom of the screen had turned red, which means breaking news. Walking closer, I noticed the Steelers' logo, which meant the news was all about them. But like this blog, sometimes no news is good news, because this news was absolutely DEVASTATING: Ben had got into a motorcycle accident... and he didn't have a helmet on. Heart-stopping moment. Honestly, I felt like my heart dropped into my stomach. Shock and awe are extreme understatements to even begin to describe it. I was emotional. When we got home, I basically glued myself to the NFL Network, ESPN, ESPN News, and the Internet. I couldn't believe it, absolute denial had set in. Not Ben, not my Ben-Ben, my hero. After seven hours of grueling surgery, we found out that he broke his jaw, nose, had multiple facial fractures, and minor injuries to both knees. After waiting all day, and finally finding out he came out of surgery successfully and was in recovery, I put his jersey on and went to bed.

On Tuesday we find out that his jaw didn't have to be wired shut, so he wouldn't have to be on an all liquid diet, and could eat soft foods. Here is where the image of someone (me?) doing baby-talk while spoon-feeding him Gerber's popped into my head. It gave me the good giggle I needed. The public also found out that Ben wasn't licensed to ride his crotch-rocket, he had a permit, but it expired on his birthday. It wasn't even a proper motorcycle like a Harley, but one of those really small, fast ones that people zip in and out of traffic in. And it was supposed to be one of the fastest bikes that were allowed in the States.

Didn't really hear anything of interest on Wednesday, just that he was resting with his family around him.

Woke up on Thursday to the news that Ben had slipped out of hospital late Wednesday night, and that he was in an undisclosed location recuperating. Later in the day, Ben released a statement saying that he realized how lucky he was, and if he ever rode again, he'd wear a helmet.

Now that brings us to today. What do I think of all this? That Ben Roethlisberger is a crazy-ass bastard, who thought he was grown, and unfortunately, he had to become an example, a statistic. He's EXTREMELY lucky that it wasn't as awful as it could have been, but he should have known better. He doesn't need a lecture, but, as grateful as I am that he's not brain-damaged (arguable), can walk, is alive, I just can't shake the feeling that it could have been... fatal.

It also put this upcoming football season into perspective. I'd rather suck this year and make goddamn sure Ben is 100% and kick everybody's ass next season then for him, with all the head injuries he sustained, for him to get sacked, land wrong, and go through what happened this week.

Somebody talk some sense into this boy. I'm incredibly available for that.

Get well, baby. You're future is too bright for you to become football's James Dean. And I would be a wreck if anything happened to you.

I'm phasing.

Jesus, It's June!
I want to update more than once a month, but I just don't seem to be able to do so.

Not a whole lot has happened, but still it just seems that time is getting away from me.

I wish I could have been at the White House last Friday, that would have been a real treat, but alas, I had to work. Oh well. I was off in the previous entry, the Steelers did not receive their Super Bowl rings when they came to visit, they got them yesterday. And what gorgeous rings they are.

"No... words. Should have sent... a poet." Yeah, I'm a loser. But those rings are simply breathtaking.

Now to completely change the subject. Lost (bestshowever) was nuts in it's season finale. Questions were answered, but of course more were raised. We found out what happens when you don't press the button, why the plane crashed on the island, what happened to Walt (but not exactly), and what Desmond had been up to, along with his back story. Man, I can't wait for it to come back.

Footballers' Wives came back last night, and it was superb. The greatest thing that show has over Desperate Housewives is that it is so fast paced. Like at the end of last season, we found out that Tanya and Amber were pregnant, about six to eight weeks along. Then, in the season opener, they both have their babies. It's so great, and it doesn't drag story lines out. That show is so deliciously addictive.

On Saturday night, just when I'd got home, and I had fixed hamburger subs, which rule, Phil called me. He was like, what are you doing? And I said that I was about to eat. Then he asks what had I been doing all day, and I replied that I had been working from 2-6, and I'd just gotten off and fixed dinner. Next he asks when was the last time I had spoken to Spineless. I was slightly puzzled, but told him that it was over a year ago. Then he tries to get on my case that I should call him. I told him that I don't call him because I don't want to speak to him. Phil then says that's all about to change, but before he can pull his phone away from his ear, I said, you know I can just hang up. Then he starts pleading for me not to hang up. I remind him that I don't want to talk to Spineless, and he (finally) asks why not. And I just said that it was a personal decision, and I was quite happy with it. I know one thing, if he had tried to make me talk to Spineless' brother, I would have just laughed in the phone, told Phil that April Fool's Day was months ago, and told him to call me back later. Stupid gits.

And Now For Something Completely Different... was a very funny movie. It's like a combination of sketches from the first and second seasons of Monty Python's Flying Circus. And when people describe it as such, I wasn't that fussed to see it, but when I saw that they re-filmed the sketches, I was floored. I love Monty Python. Just wish I had someone to share it with. In fact there are two things that I want to do, one has to do with Monty Python, the other, not so much.

First I want to list all the shirts I wish I could have that are at least remotely Python related, in no particular order:

* This shirt has a tendency of getting silly.
* Lemon Curry?
* ALBATROSS!
* I 'aven't 'ad it in weeks.
* It's...
* *Nudge, Nudge* (Maybe *Wink, Wink* on top)
* (Maybe the entire Philosopher's Drinking Song)
* Silence, naughty lady of the night!
* It's a fair cop. (What took me so long, love that)
* Intercourse the penguin. (See above)
* My hovercraft is full of eels. (Hungarian Phrasebook)
* You're no fun anymore.
* Front: My name is Raymond Luxury Yacht Back: But it's pronounced Throat Wobbler-Mangrove
* Confuse-A-Cat, Ltd.
* Discipline... naked....... with a melon?
* Semprini?
* Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.
* Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
* I'm Brian, and so is my wife!
* Always look on the bright side of life!
* Front: American beer is like making love in a canoe. Back: It's fucking close to water.
*And it went wherever I did go.
*Pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space, 'cause there's bugger all down here on earth.
* Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great, if a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate.
And of course:
*And now for something completely different.

That's a very long list. And I'm sure I've forgotten a couple one liners. I didn't want the Spanish Inquisition bit, because I for one find it tedious. And maybe that it got so hyped before I ever saw it. Now the second thing is making its return after many months:

He was so close, and yet so far. That is one tanned man. But he still makes me have very naughty thoughts. Usually about marriage and reproduction. *shudder*

That's it from me, maybe I'll post in a few, or maybe I'll be back in the middle of July. One never knows.


Get well soon, Smoke!

I'm phasing.

Unbefuckinlievable
Mood:  cool
Now Playing: Mash-ups
That is the only word to describe this. I tried twice to update, and just the most unfortunate shit would happen. The second time I caught an attitude and kicked the keyboard. It sort of made me feel better, but not really. And I wanted to update all this week, but I was just so tired. This was my week off while my parents went to Alabama, and from the sound of it, I didn't miss anything.

They left last Saturday, and all I did was stay home, get tipsy (first time), and watch the race. It was great, Tony came in second, again, and moved to second position in the point standings as well. I don't really remember Sunday. When there's no race or football on, Sundays are the worst days ever. Monday, I did absolutely nothing of note. I can't really remember. Tuesday, I went to Pentagon City and bought all my Mother's Day cards, picked up Singin' In The Rain, and Monty Python Live. Both very nice editions to my DVD collection. On Wednesday, I went to Arrundel (sp?) Mills with Marcus. It was okay, next time, I'm wearing better shoes. We went and saw Mission: Impossible III. Wasn't bad, I was really there for Philip Seymour Hoffman, who was awesome. And Jonathan Rhys Meyers, HOT! Thursday and today I just cleaned. I cleaned my room, my bathroom, the kitchen, and the living room. And I vacuumed out my mum's room. They'll be home late tomorrow.

This week just went by so flippin' fast though. It's just not fair. The worst part is that I was supposed to find another job, but the week just slipped away from me. I was doing it last night, but in the middle of trying to b.s. my way through a cover letter, the electricity went out. We had a bad storm yesterday. It was only out for a couple minutes when I was on the computer at like 7:something, but it was scarier when it went out for like 20- 30 minutes last night after 9:00. Only because I was on the phone talking to my step-mom and the whole house went pitch black while I was on the phone. The best thing was that I remembered my black and yellow purse was on the bed next to me, and I could feel around for the yellow lighter I keep in there, so I could light a few candles.

I guess that I could search around the 'net a bit tomorrow before they get home and look for anything. Because this store is driving me nuts. I'll be so depressed when I have to go back next week.

Monty Python Live is so hilarious. I found it at Borders, and just had to get it. It was like $20, and for a 2-disc set, that's not bad. The first disc has the Live From the Hollywood Bowl performance (which I had been looking for) and this HBO Special from 1998 in Aspen when they gathered on stage for a retrospective on their careers. The second disc has the first German episode of Monty Python's Flying Circus (the Lumberjack song is great in German) and Parrot Sketch Not Included: 20 Years of Python, hosted by Steve Martin.

I hate Best Buy. Okay, I looked for Life of Brian and the Spamalot CD, couldn't find them. So I ordered them of Amazon. Then, when I went to look for Meaning of Life, they had Life of Brian, but no Meaning of Life. And I had searched that whole section with a fine tooth comb. Then I had to order that of of Amazon. When I went on Tuesday, ALL THREE WERE THERE!!! But screw them, if they don't have what I want when I want it, they don't get my money.

I'm in a weird place. Ben still is lust of my life right now, but I just don't feel like putting up photos anymore. I don't know why, but it just doesn't do anything for me. Well, the last time I tried to update, I had the greatest picture, but it went with the mood you know, but once I lost the entire entry, kind of dampened my spirits. But you never know, come June 2, it may all change. The Steelers are coming to Washington, D.C. to receive their Super Bowl rings at the White House. All I want to know is there somewhere that fans can just get a glimpse of them. That's all I want. And maybe a couple of photos.

Will I ever get to see Spamalot?

I'm phasing.

I Couldn't Think of Anything If I Tried
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: Windows Media Mix
I have had a rough day today. The generator at the shop I work at blew up. It scared the hell out of me. I was ringing this lady up, then there was this loud boom, and the GM, manager, co-manager, and male sales (lol) associate ran to the back. And it took a couple minutes, but all of a sudden we could smell all this smoke and it was just awful. And the worst part was that all the customers wanted to get out of the place, but only after we rang all of them up. Some people.

I went out with Ashley, Phil, and TeVerra on Sunday. It's so like them to want to go out to the mall, on Sunday, after 5:00 when everything is closing. Whatever. We went to see V For Vendetta. It was all right, but I had no idea there were people that thought this movie was just like the best thing ever. It's something that I might check out again once it hits the premium channels, but that's about it. And they had me out way too late for a Sunday, I missed Footballers' Wives fooling around with them. That show is so good.

This week, I get no NASCAR, no Lost (bestshoweverbutlastepisodewaslacking), and ever since they had the all day marathon, no Monty Python. This sucks, but thank goodness I recorded that Monty Python thing, I watched a bit before I went to work today.

I haven't been getting enough sleep as of late. But there is always something really good on late at night, and I know that I want to get up early and listen to Elliot in the Morning. The Easter Keg Hunt was awesome yesterday morning.

I'm going to have to buy stock in Amazon.com, that place is just too inappropriate. I know last week I said one more thing, but now that's turned into three. Monty Python's Flying Circus is just my new addiction to get me through the off-season.

And I still really, really want to see Spamalot. Bad. I have to get those tickets.

On Tuesday or Wednesday, I can't remember, it's been a long week, Ben gave an interview on FSN/CSN. If I had FSN, I could have seen it Sunday, but then again, maybe not. Wasn't anything to right home about, but I recorded it anyway, while I was sleeping. I probably wasn't that fussed about it because the day before, I watched the whole thing on the Internet. You know how I get over that boy. But it did have the feeling of knowing what all your presents are before you open them. Such a let down.

No photo this time, just ain't feeling it.

But I am feeling the Galaxy Song!

Spoken:
Whenever life gets you down Mrs. Brown,
And things seem hard or tough,
And people are stupid, obnoxious, or daft,
And you feel that you've had quite enough...

Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at 900 miles an hour
That's orbiting at 19 miles a second, so it's reckoned
A sun that is the source of all our power
The sun and you and me and all the stars that we can see
Are moving at a million miles a day
In an outer spiral arm at 40,000 miles an hour
Of the Galaxy we call the Milky Way

Our Galaxy itself contains 100 billion stars
It's 100,000 lights year side to side
It bulges in the middle, 16,000 light years thick
But out by us it's just 3,000 light years wide
We're 30,000 light years from galactic central point
We go round every 200 million years
And our galaxy is only one of millions of billions
In this amazing and expanding Universe

The Universe itself keeps on expanding and expanding
In all of the directions it can whiz
As fast as it can go, at the speed of light you know
12 million miles a minute and that's the fastest speed there is
So remember when you're feeling very small and insecure
How amazingly unlikely is your birth
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space
Because there's bugger all down here on Earth

I'm phasing.