Bursting at the Seams

I really wish I could get the divine inspiration that lead me to write "the green house" more often. It would be so convienent, and my bloge posts wouldn't always be so horribly dull.

Today was the Texas/Ohio State football game. Not that I really understand football at all- it seems like such a neanderthallish sport to me. And why, oh, why does it take four hours to get through a game that should technically be about an hour long? It's so pointless, all the stopping. Just keep playing, no one wants to see you all walking around slapping each other's asses and whatnot.

Today also marks day six of having a foreign exchange student. Not gonna lie (the famous phrase of Jera) it was sort of awkward at first. But now that we've gotten to know eachother better, it's much easier to get along. The language barrier definately makes things a bit difficult, but it's not so bad. I just wish I had more stuff to do. I realised today, in the midst of making plans, that I lead a life that, to an outsider, may seem very dull.

Today is also the fourth anniversary of September 11th, which is odd to me. Four years seems like such a long-ass time. I was in eighth grade back then- in charge of the school. Now, I am again. And this time it's not so much a terrorist disastor, but rather a natural one- the hurracane. People are making a huge deal out of it. Which is not, of course, to say that the hurricane is not a big deal, because it is. But it's odd to think that the current chaos in America- the cause of economy failure, loss of life, and the coming together of the american people- is this time caused by nature, a force people so often forget about. Same thing back in September 11th- people never thought about terrorists, they were just like, "hell, that's for the people in palestine, america's golden, screw it" and look waht happened. Now it's as though people are like, "nature? fuck nature. We're humans, we can rape the earth all we want"... but nay, the earth has its revenge. Which makes you think- how many other things are we neglecting to remember can come back and bite us in the ass. It's like Dane Cook (oh thou art wise) says... "what if out of the UFOs come giant Native Americans?" That's just the type of kick we need, all the Indians coming back and retaliating for the centuries of abuse by us. I hate to say it, but it pretty much serves us right for being a selfish bitch of a country.

And there's my patriotism there for ya.

On the other hand, tomorrow I shall be attending an Indians game for the first time in ages, and it promises to be a good one, as the Indians fight their way to the pennant... erm, wild card. But it sounds less sucky if I say pennant.

Anyway, anyone with awesome plans in the ocming month, lemme know. Since some people ditched me for the alkaline trio/mcr concert, and now I shan't be going. I'm so angry.

Grr.