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I went to a Red Sox's game at Fenway last night. It was awesome, I've never had so much fun. I thought that it was going to be boring and I wouldn't know what was going on...but I did! We really ragged on Toronto's right fielder, Rios, it was hilarious!"Rios you are a woman!" "You have child bearing hips Rios!" "You wearin' panties Rios?" There were a bunch of drunk firefighters from Malden sitting in front of us, they kept hitting on the FSC girls. Josh and I each bought each other a shirt for our anniversary. By the way, Josh and I's six month anniversary was Monday!!! yay!!! I got an Ortiz shirt and he got a Beckett shirt. We're both wearing them today! Although, Josh is at his grandmothers funeral today. He's a pallbearer. We went shopping the other day with his mum, he really looks quite sharp in his suit. He wanted to get pleated pants and wanted to shine his soes, like wicked shiny. Sometimes I think my boyfriend becomes a little too consumed by mafia movies and the Sopranos. I tried to explain to him that shiny shoes and pleated pants are tacky. Am I wrong? (I'm not trying to be mean babe, just poking fun <3) but he looks reallly nice in his suit.
We didn't get home until 1 in the morning, which sucked really bad, considering Josh had to get up at 6 and I have to get up at 7, but woke up at 7:30 because I didn't set the alarm. It's not a big deal, I was only 20 minutes late for class.
I'm glad I went to Fenway yesterday. The rain, and the Donnie Darko soundtrack (+PMS, eeek!) put me in a really rotten, depressed mood, but Fenway really cheered me up, and now I'm happy. Not even the fact that I'm not going to finish my Mexico essay for class today, which leaves me two essays behind out of 5, but I really don't care. I'll make up for my shitty year in the next few years. There's nothign I can reallydo, I could work my butt off to get it done, but I won't, then I'll just be stinky (as I have not showered yet) and unprepared for my class.
Every once in a while, I become really discontent where I am and long for something more. It's always happened. Back in pepperell, in my old house, all I wanted was my own place with great boyfriend and all that jazz. Now I have that, but I often overlook it, or take it for granted. I have to work on appreciation. I can call others out when they are being unnappreciative, and I usually can tell when I'm not doing a good job, but its usually too late once I make my realization. I think its becuase I am spoiled to the core. Thanks dad! Just kidding, my stepdad provided everything for me, though I might not have needed (or deserved) everything (television in my room at 4 years old, numerous cameras, hippy skirts, or computers) he was trying to do his best. I am happy. This is where I've always wanted to be, this is what I've always wanted to do.( although I wish the apartment would clean itself!)
We didn't get home until 1 in the morning, which sucked really bad, considering Josh had to get up at 6 and I have to get up at 7, but woke up at 7:30 because I didn't set the alarm. It's not a big deal, I was only 20 minutes late for class.
I'm glad I went to Fenway yesterday. The rain, and the Donnie Darko soundtrack (+PMS, eeek!) put me in a really rotten, depressed mood, but Fenway really cheered me up, and now I'm happy. Not even the fact that I'm not going to finish my Mexico essay for class today, which leaves me two essays behind out of 5, but I really don't care. I'll make up for my shitty year in the next few years. There's nothign I can reallydo, I could work my butt off to get it done, but I won't, then I'll just be stinky (as I have not showered yet) and unprepared for my class.
Every once in a while, I become really discontent where I am and long for something more. It's always happened. Back in pepperell, in my old house, all I wanted was my own place with great boyfriend and all that jazz. Now I have that, but I often overlook it, or take it for granted. I have to work on appreciation. I can call others out when they are being unnappreciative, and I usually can tell when I'm not doing a good job, but its usually too late once I make my realization. I think its becuase I am spoiled to the core. Thanks dad! Just kidding, my stepdad provided everything for me, though I might not have needed (or deserved) everything (television in my room at 4 years old, numerous cameras, hippy skirts, or computers) he was trying to do his best. I am happy. This is where I've always wanted to be, this is what I've always wanted to do.( although I wish the apartment would clean itself!)