Forty-Two

I find the irony of our pennant fight amazing. Who could have even begun to think, at the beginning of the year, the the Indians had half a shot at the wild card? Yet here we are, at the end of the season... and we're trying to beat out Chicago for the pennant (okay, I don't hold tonnes of hope for that one, but hey, it's there) and New York and Boston are, as usual, at odds. And the last games of the year are Indians vs. Chicago and New York vs. Boston. I find it spectacular. I hope the Yankees beat out Boston, because a) I hate boston b) the Yankees aren't that bad and c) Boston has to lose if we're going to have a shot at the Wild Card. Oh how I've missed competitive baseball in Cleveland... it has been so many, many years since the INdians have been worth watching.

Oooh, Dane Cook is on Comedy Central this Sunday! I'm excited.

To whom it may concern, I stayed home from school today. It was boring as hell. I'm still kind of sick. But not throwing up. Whoo hoo.

I hate my immune system.

Sometimes I ponder how many lives Kenny has. And just how bad life in Eastern Europe is. And what life would be like if I were a really awesome skateboarder. But some things will remain mysteries forever.

Yay for second episodes of South Park!

Obviously my life has reached an all-time pathetic level.

I have problems understanding why people dump their cool boyfriends for freakish, far less cool people. Hell, I have problems understanding why some people can get boyfriends at all. But who am I to talk, no one wants me.

Good news, now is the time to try Enzyte! You can get up to six months free!

Oh, bummer, I've seen this one a billion times. Stupid Spoiled Whore! One day, I desire to travel to the true South Park, for I know it really exists. Shannon has told me legends of its splendor.

Okay this rambling has to end.

Twenty-Three

REady.... Set... LOST! That was pretty much the only worthwhile part of my day. I woke up sick, still, but mumsy dearest said I coldn't stay home unless I was either actually sick or if I agreed to go to the doctor. Naturally, I'd rather go to school and disease everyone than go to the doctor, so I went to escuela. However, soon after I got there I was doing that regurgitate in my mouth thing, so after my Stats testI went home. And I slept until 6. I'm going back to sleep presently.

I feel like sharing with you all about my fish. I think it just about cut off it's fin. It has a habit of that- cutting itself. Yeah, that's right- my fish is pretty emo. But usually it cuts it's forehead. This time, it was right underneath a fin, so it can't swim. So instead it folds itself over the hurt fin like a sandwhich, and sort of gimps around like a freak. It's sort of amusing to watch. I thought maybe the thing was finally done for, but I think as soon as the fin heals, it'll be back in action. That fish is..... crazy, in a word.

In other news, I still don't know what's going on this weekend.

And just to remind you, there's no point trying to explain that your feelings were hurt. No one really cares about how anyone else feels. Even your best of friends don't really care about the fact they hurt your feelings, and just make stuff into them being the victim. No one really takes the time to see it from someone else's point of view. It doesn't matter if you're not even mad, and it doesn't matter if you expect your friends to have a certain degree of respect for how you feel- they don't. I guess no one really cares about anyone else these days, so maybe I should give it up, too. And no, I'm not playing the victim, I'm jsut saying that no one cares about anyone, and I guess I'm one of those anyones. That's just how life rolls. So the moral of the story is: don't expect people to care about you just because you care about them.

And we wonder why I'm so cynical.

Anyhoo, I'm still upset in the general intestine region, so I'll be going to bed now. Leave something, if it makes you happy.

Sixteen

How come whenever I really want something to work out, it doesn't? I mean, to be honest, life is pretty generous about swinging my way in most regards, but it seems like when I really really want things to work out, they just don't. More triflious (not a word, but whatever) things usually pan out, but it's just like when I really, really care about something, it falls through an endless chasm to a quarrantine chamber.

Anyway, today, after getting eight hours of sleep last night, I was completely exhausted all day. I fell asleep in 50%ish of my classes. Then I left before soccer. I would have left during school, but the nurse was being bitch-tastic, and it rubbed off on my mom, who basically was like, "don't come home, the nurse doesn't want you to." So I stayed in school and slep through history and stats and lit, particularly through stats, until Elaine woke me up for a quiz. Which I might have done okay on, not sure. Anyhoo, so I came home and slept from 3:30 until 8:30, and then I'll probably go to sleep very soonly.

Why does it seem like the people you would do the most for never repay you the favour? Is it a lot to ask of a best friend to keep one promise, after breaking several in the last few weeks? Aparentally so.

Anyhoo. Carmina leaves soon. I'm still bumemd that we never went to Coventry, partially because I slept too much, and partially because she went off with her own plans yesterday.

Uhg, why am I so tired?

I still have that horrid feeling of detachment. I don't like it. Hopefully, once I'm done with El Futbol once and for all, the feeling will go away, and I'll be able to return to living the life. What life? I'm not sure. Just a life.

My battery's low, I'd better go.

Fifteen

So the Helena video is on MTV Hits, and I like it. It's a good video, you know. I hope at my funeral, everyone dresses all goth/punk like (maybe everyone could swing by Hot Topic?) and dances. Owing to the fact that half my friends are thespians, it probably has a decent probability of occuring.

So my trip to Cedar Point? Totally didn't work out. I'll tell you what- it's hard to make plans when half the poeple joining you don't speak English. I can't believe they leave in less than a week. I still feel like the worst host ever, but what can you do? At least soon enough, I can have a monopoly over my time again. I know. I'm a selfish bitch. Oh well.

Last night I totally wasn't feeling the rave scene, so instead I went to Anne's birthday (after dropping off Carmina and Christina at the rave). It was pretty fun, saw some poeple again, some people for the first time this weekend. And then, when I could no longer appear thespianish any longer, I went to Moran's house, and hung out with Syd, Barry, Justin, Brian, and Rudy. We watched the new Family Guy movie, it was hilarious. Pretty much made my night, I'll tell you that.

I suppose that's all. I really do want to go to Cedar Point one of these days, but I'm not sure how that will work out.

My bloge posts are lame.

I don't care enough to change that at this point.