The roads all fork in Bohemia
I hate the damn Yankees, and I want to see them pulverized. I heard someone once say, "how could you dislike a team like Boston, when their sole purpose in life is to beat the Yankees?"
I was so upset after the Sox lost last night that I cancelled plans to hang out at Deann's. It literally ruined my night. But, they put up one hell of a fight, and I can't deny that. Let's hope that tonight is a whole different story. As for friday, it's a whole different ballpark.
This series affects my social and academic progress. How pathetic.
On another note, there is just too many shows coming up for me to spend my money on. I really need to save. I'm also having the hardest time with, well, time... right about now. Blake bought my ticket to All Tommorow's Parties, and I'm scrounging up enough to pay him back, ask for time off, and manage enough money to survive for that weekend. It sounds like I'll be making a trip to Berkley in order to trade in a plethora of old records that I know they'll give me good money for in return.
Also, Matt's taking me up to see Explosions in the Sky the day after my birthday. (Matt, you freakin' rock. Almost more than Hand-Mic). The show is at Cafe Du Nord, and the owner promised me free drinks the next time I show up. He may not remember that because he told me so at the secret Grandaddy show that took place ages ago, and we were both drunk. But, it will be my birthday for crying out loud.
Then... there is Blonde Redhead. I would be a damn Yankee for missing out on that.
I've got my work cut out for me. It's hard conforming to these monotonous classes, which are actually not completely uninteresting, they're just not what I want anymore. They're merely requirements for moving onto something that I do want. But, you have to make the choice of toughing it out. There is light at the end of the tunnel, I'm just growing impatient and need to make some drastic moves all the while not losing concentration in these last few classes.
Oh, and math sucks, just like the damn Yankees...
I was so upset after the Sox lost last night that I cancelled plans to hang out at Deann's. It literally ruined my night. But, they put up one hell of a fight, and I can't deny that. Let's hope that tonight is a whole different story. As for friday, it's a whole different ballpark.
This series affects my social and academic progress. How pathetic.
On another note, there is just too many shows coming up for me to spend my money on. I really need to save. I'm also having the hardest time with, well, time... right about now. Blake bought my ticket to All Tommorow's Parties, and I'm scrounging up enough to pay him back, ask for time off, and manage enough money to survive for that weekend. It sounds like I'll be making a trip to Berkley in order to trade in a plethora of old records that I know they'll give me good money for in return.
Also, Matt's taking me up to see Explosions in the Sky the day after my birthday. (Matt, you freakin' rock. Almost more than Hand-Mic). The show is at Cafe Du Nord, and the owner promised me free drinks the next time I show up. He may not remember that because he told me so at the secret Grandaddy show that took place ages ago, and we were both drunk. But, it will be my birthday for crying out loud.
Then... there is Blonde Redhead. I would be a damn Yankee for missing out on that.
I've got my work cut out for me. It's hard conforming to these monotonous classes, which are actually not completely uninteresting, they're just not what I want anymore. They're merely requirements for moving onto something that I do want. But, you have to make the choice of toughing it out. There is light at the end of the tunnel, I'm just growing impatient and need to make some drastic moves all the while not losing concentration in these last few classes.
Oh, and math sucks, just like the damn Yankees...