it's funny how i get so pissed about things albums and baseball, but not about real things
so this week hasn't totally sucked
the ball game last night was a lot of fun. the white caps play the worst baseball i've ever seen. how they made the playoffs i'll never know. that being said, we're going to their home playoff game if anyone want to go, it's next wednesday night. also, half way through the bottom of the fifth last night, the infield sprinklers at 5/3 ballpark turned on. nice work boys.
At work the guy who does 6 questions with (he asks a different major league ballplayer 6 questions every week) is having some surgery, and i totally get to fill in for him for the next four weeks. got to talk to one of my all time favorites torii hunter this afternoon. that guy is awesome, and he's always been nothing short of great to me, and it was good to get to speak with him again.
i'm done gushing
trying to get another job, and my interview with best buy went well. i have a second interview next week, so wish me luck.
i'm like 90% sure the washer is stuck. my jeans have gone through the spin cycle about 4 times now. sweet. that's what i get for cutting today to talk baseball afternoon (shrunk jeans, apparently)
The New Pornographers - Twin Cinema. probly the best album of the summer, and is maybe gonna give sufjan a run for his money as far as bet album of the year. there's a lot of year left though. the new between the buried and me is pretty good as well. those guys are the Rush of modern metal. not quite as talented, but similar in scope and intention, i think. on the other side of this fence sits the new Death Cab for Cutie. it is some of the most boring, generic, washed-over crap i have ever heard, and up until transatlantiscism, never thought i would hear from those guys. hey, if you're a pseudo-hip collar popped assclown, do it. eat this shit up, revel in it. that may be harsh, but we're talking about my once favorite band here. it's like when you see an ex-girlfriend at the bar with some new guy, and he's way hotter then you.
i have to go stop this washer before i wind up with metal kid jeans.
the ball game last night was a lot of fun. the white caps play the worst baseball i've ever seen. how they made the playoffs i'll never know. that being said, we're going to their home playoff game if anyone want to go, it's next wednesday night. also, half way through the bottom of the fifth last night, the infield sprinklers at 5/3 ballpark turned on. nice work boys.
At work the guy who does 6 questions with (he asks a different major league ballplayer 6 questions every week) is having some surgery, and i totally get to fill in for him for the next four weeks. got to talk to one of my all time favorites torii hunter this afternoon. that guy is awesome, and he's always been nothing short of great to me, and it was good to get to speak with him again.
i'm done gushing
trying to get another job, and my interview with best buy went well. i have a second interview next week, so wish me luck.
i'm like 90% sure the washer is stuck. my jeans have gone through the spin cycle about 4 times now. sweet. that's what i get for cutting today to talk baseball afternoon (shrunk jeans, apparently)
The New Pornographers - Twin Cinema. probly the best album of the summer, and is maybe gonna give sufjan a run for his money as far as bet album of the year. there's a lot of year left though. the new between the buried and me is pretty good as well. those guys are the Rush of modern metal. not quite as talented, but similar in scope and intention, i think. on the other side of this fence sits the new Death Cab for Cutie. it is some of the most boring, generic, washed-over crap i have ever heard, and up until transatlantiscism, never thought i would hear from those guys. hey, if you're a pseudo-hip collar popped assclown, do it. eat this shit up, revel in it. that may be harsh, but we're talking about my once favorite band here. it's like when you see an ex-girlfriend at the bar with some new guy, and he's way hotter then you.
i have to go stop this washer before i wind up with metal kid jeans.