baseball and boys
No, I still haven't figured out the problem with my hardrive. I jammed my left index finger friday afternoon (in the most embarrasing way(and no I'll never tell it)), and I'm finally getting some usage out of it again. I still can't bend it completely and it's still swollen, but it's a damn lot better than it was.
Lately, as I've mentioned, I've been staying up late playing Halo with Trent and Darren. Last night I got on after a hillarious night at my cousin's, and Darren paged to talk to me (the brillance of Xbox live). Told me that he and Trent were going to L.A. this afternoon to go see the Dodgers play the Phillies in the Game 4 NLCS playoff game. And I just immediately became pissed off. Jealousy, sure. I love baseball. I love the chance to go see a game. I love playing it. I love cracking sunflower seeds and eating dodger dogs and watching the 5 freeway in the distance from those big orange seats and standing up for the seventh inning stretch to sing along. I sat through an 18 inning game once in the right field nose bleeds when it was over 90 degrees out with no shade when they had long shut down the concession stands and I loved every single minute of it (Well, maybe not the unusual sunburn on my legs the next day, but still!). Part of me knows that I shouldn't feel entitled to go, being not asked and probably boy bonding time or whatever...but still it just made me feel--made me feel not wanted around in a way.
So yeah. I'm going to go see a movie today. Maybe Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist.
Lately, as I've mentioned, I've been staying up late playing Halo with Trent and Darren. Last night I got on after a hillarious night at my cousin's, and Darren paged to talk to me (the brillance of Xbox live). Told me that he and Trent were going to L.A. this afternoon to go see the Dodgers play the Phillies in the Game 4 NLCS playoff game. And I just immediately became pissed off. Jealousy, sure. I love baseball. I love the chance to go see a game. I love playing it. I love cracking sunflower seeds and eating dodger dogs and watching the 5 freeway in the distance from those big orange seats and standing up for the seventh inning stretch to sing along. I sat through an 18 inning game once in the right field nose bleeds when it was over 90 degrees out with no shade when they had long shut down the concession stands and I loved every single minute of it (Well, maybe not the unusual sunburn on my legs the next day, but still!). Part of me knows that I shouldn't feel entitled to go, being not asked and probably boy bonding time or whatever...but still it just made me feel--made me feel not wanted around in a way.
So yeah. I'm going to go see a movie today. Maybe Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist.