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|Friday, March 10th, 2006|
I saw Mrs. Crawford at Knowledge Bowl last night. It's been almost three years since I've last seen her.
|Thursday, December 8th, 2005|
|Wednesday, November 16th, 2005|
Last Tuesday's election results proved one thing.
Californians voted for Ahhnuld based on his celebrity status. Which reinforces my belief that people in general are idiots.
Warren Beatty in 2006 Current Mood: blah
|Saturday, October 29th, 2005|
|Thursday, October 27th, 2005|
There are only two bad things about the Chicago White Sox's World Series win last night:
1) Hearing Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" on ESPNRadio ad nauseaum.
2) The fact that the Giants' WS drought will end sometime by the end of the decade (they currently hold the third longest drought [52 years] behind only the Cubs [98 years] and the Indians [58 years])
In other news, former Dodger great Orel Hershiser interviewed for the managerial post after Jim Tracy was fired. I would be happier, except he played for the Giants one year, and that warrants a lot more time in baseball purgatory. Current Mood: annoyed
|Thursday, October 13th, 2005|
|Wise Words Of Wisdom
"Except for the Catholic Church, controversy sells"
- Colin Cowherd, ESPN Radio Current Mood: amused
|Tuesday, September 13th, 2005|
|Wise Words of Dodger Wisdom
There she was, always working out next to you at the gym. Or sharing the elevator at work. Or serving you coffee around the corner. That girl who you couldn't stop thinking about. The one who made you nervous. The one who was out of your league. Just when you had convinced yourself, though, that she was too hot, too popular, and too tall for you, you overhear her telling her friend that she's just looking for a nice guy. "Hey, I'm a nice guy," you say to yourself. You start thinking that you've got a chance. You start thinking that your luck is about to turn. You start wearing matching socks. And then it happens: you see her making out with an Italian guy on the hood of his freshly-waxed convertible. You knew the fantasy was too good to be true. You knew you were dreaming. You knew no one ever looked at your socks. But then, a few weeks later, you pass each other on the sidewalk—and she smiles. What was that? Does she recognize me? Does she like my tan? You turn around... just in time to see her waving to some prick on a motorcycle. Stupid ass, you tell yourself. Of course she doesn't recognize me. Of course she wasn't smiling at me. Of course she doesn't like my tan. And what tan is that? The tan from the florescent light above your computer? Forget it, you tell yourself. You're done. You know it wasn't meant to be. A week later you're at a club. You're making the rounds. You look on the dancefloor—and there she is... dancing with her friends. Sexy, beautiful, and single. But you know better. So you sit at the bar. You have a couple drinks. Suddenly, you feel something brush up against your shoulder—it's her, squeezing her way to the bar. It's fate, you tell yourself. You offer to get her a drink. She accepts. You introduce yourself. You talk for a couple minutes. She tells you meet her out on the patio where it's quieter. You smile, nod, and quickly duck into the restroom to check yourself in the mirror. It's happening, you tell yourself. You strut out of the bathroom and head out to the patio. And there she is—going down on a black guy.
Not exactly sure where we were going with that, but there was a point initially. It's a good bet it had something to do with the Dodgers, who have absolutely no business being five games out of first place. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that every time you come to peace with the idea that they're dead, they give you some reason to think twice. And then—against your better judgement—you do just that: you think twice. And what happens? They burn your ass real good. So you vow never to fall for it again. Never, ever again. But then she wears a low-cut top. That bitch.
- The geniuses over at Dodger Blues.
The 2005 season has been pathetic considering what we did last year, but at the same time, it's impossible for me to stop following the Dodgers. Current Mood: amused
|Sunday, August 28th, 2005|
I was watching "Tommy Lee Goes To College" the other day and I noticed that the NCAA logo was blurred out. Damn corporate sponsorship. Current Mood: blah
|Thursday, August 18th, 2005|
|Wise Words of Wisdom
"A recent survey in Mexico indicated that 40% of the adult population wishes to live in the US. The number would have been higher, but the other 60% is already here."
- Conan O'Brien Current Mood: amused
|Monday, July 18th, 2005|
The only thing sweeter than seeing the Dodgers win on a walk-off bases-loaded hit in the bottom of the 9th inning against the Giants is seeing it in person.
Also, I would really pay big bucks to see Milton Bradley and Kyle Farnsworth beat the living shit out of each other. Bradley has a well-documented history of altercations with people, and Farnsworth body-slammed a KC Royals player yesterday, and last year, he flat-out punched a Reds player. So who would win? Current Mood: lethargic
|Thursday, July 7th, 2005|
|War on Terror
How will we know when the war on terror is won? Because the attacks on 3/11/04 in Madrid and 7/7/05 in London sure don't help our cause.
Maybe it's time to change our game plan. Every human being, up to some extent, is replaceable. Kill off one terrorist, 10 take his place. Take out the leaders of a corrupt country, and the new boss acts like the old boss. One country withdraws its support, and another ally will take its place. So what exactly has the "war on terror" accomplished?
|Monday, July 4th, 2005|
I, like countless people around the country, tuned in to VH1 to watch the Live8 concert thing, and the damn coverage was atrocious. And as te day progressed, it got worse and worse, culminating (or should I say "sank") with VH1 pulling the plug in the middle of the Who's "Won't Get Fooled Again" (anyone who's heard their live stuff knows that the ending kicks ass) and the following act was the one and only Pink Floyd, who reunited after 24 years, and right in the middle of the "Comfortably Numb" solo, guess what happened?
Assholes. We don't give a shit about the vee-jays (if you can call them that). We, like every other idiot they interviewed, saw it for the music. And not surprisingly, the artistes-du-jour (Destiny's Child, Jay-Z, Kanye West, etc.) had their entire sets broadcasted uninterrupted.
Fuck Viacom. Current Mood: annoyed
|Friday, July 1st, 2005|
|Sunday, June 19th, 2005|
Happy 21st Birthday, Natalie Jay.
|Monday, June 6th, 2005|
|Just a thought
You know there's something wrong when you're barely turning 19 in 2½ weeks, while some of your closest friends are already past 20.
Happy D-Day. 61 years to the day of the largest naval invasion in history. Current Mood: blah
|Saturday, May 21st, 2005|
With the recent passing of Tropical Storm Adrian (née Hurricane) over Central America (everyone in my family was okay), there's only one thing I have to say. The name of the country is El
Salvador, assholes. "Salvador" is a city in Brazil. Stupid American media. And they wonder why we don't know geography.
(end of rant) Current Mood: annoyed
|Sunday, May 8th, 2005|
|Tuesday, May 3rd, 2005|
|Blah yet again
Take-home tests are a bitch. Staying up until 5:00 AM on the day they are due is even more of a bitch. And showing up to class 15 minutes late because you forgot that you had to use Maple (damn Canadians) to complete a problem is a bigger bitch. If I have to use any more Laplace transforms or apply Schur's theorem again, I'll have to go on a homicidal rampage. Okay, so maybe not that extreme, but still, linear and complex algebra take a lot out of you. Good news is that I got the tickets for the Dodgers/Cubs series for my brother's birthday, so I'll have something to look forward to after finals are over.
Anyone else notice or read about those billboards in which "CA" is crossed out and "Mexico" is written over it? Jesus Christ, that's annoying and stupid. And it's no surprise that ClearChannel owns the TV station that put up the billboards. Current Mood: blah
|Friday, April 8th, 2005|
So I stayed up late to watch the Pope's funeral. Well, technically it's not really staying up late, as the whole procession started at 1:00 AM PDT, and I'm either watching SportsCenter
or finishing my diff. eq. homework. Anyway, the whole thing was surreal, and it's hard to believe that the most recognizable face in the world is now six feet under. Although I never got to see him in person, he was one of the few truly great men of the 20th Century, and I actually was depressed when he died on Saturday morning. And for once, I didn't have to listen to my dad's conspiracy theories on why John Paul I only lasted for 33 days.
BTW, when Reagan died in June, Americans credited him with bringing down the Soviet bloc. Now they're saying that it was Pope John Paul II. Which is it, folks? Current Mood: depressed
|Monday, March 7th, 2005|
Some guy was killed literally next door on Friday night. I heard four shots around 12:45 AM while I was barely going to sleep and there were literally some 20-25 guys on the street in front of my house. Turns out the victim was a pitcher for the OC baseball team who had stopped to eat at the Jack In The Box and then he hung out with some friends. The cops came quickly, but there was no ambulance or anything. The victim's friends drove him to the hospital, but he had lost too much blood. It wasn't until last night that I saw the flowers on the corner house next to mine.
God, it sucks here. Current Mood: blah