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fearlesstemp) wrote2001-06-22 11:05 am
fearlesstemp) wrote2001-06-22 11:05 am
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Got up a few hours ago under the impression I'd have to haul my father out to the Chevy dealership, but then didn't have to. Was too awake to go back to sleep and am up for the day. I should take advantage of this time by:
(1) Unpacking,
(2) Looking for a job,
and/or
(3) Doing laundry.
Instead, I seem to be continuing on my quest to go on wearing the clean clothes I have left, living on the money I was given for my birthday, and getting crap out of boxes piecemeal as I need them, until I end up wearing my shorts of last resort and a turquoise Hanes Her Way sleeveless shirt ($3 at Walmart) with all of four dollars in my pocket. At that point, and only at that point, will I actually do any of the things mentioned above.
Am struck by Wild Excitement that is my life. It is currently organized around Mets games and China Beach reruns. Also, in my quest to become the penultimate geek, I have become addicted to the SciFi channel. I'm forever amused by the fact that they air all of their original programming on Friday and Saturday nights (nights most networks program around) as if they know their audience will be home then. In addition, they show Quantum Leap daily. Does it get any better?
Was a good sister and went to my brother's basesball game Wednesday. My Dad's an assistant person for the team, my uncle is the coach, and two of my cousins also play. So about 50% of the stands was made up of my family members. We had:
-My Mom and grandmother who just sat there quietly and would occasionally mutter under their breath (usually "Oh! Jimmy/John/Mike! Hit it!")
-My uncle, who just sat and watched silently
-Me, who would jump up and shout "Woo! Go Jim/John/Mike!" at an embarrassingly high volume for whomever was on the receiving end of the cheer
-My grandfather, who would shout out instructions while the person on the field was in the process of doing something. ("You're not following through!"
and
-My aunt, who had no qualms about yelling at the ump (who was approximately five feet away) whenever she was the slightest bit displeased with him.
It was a good game. My brother ended up pitching (very stressful to watch!) and did well. It was a close game, but in the end his team won. Largely because the other pitcher kept nailing our guys with pitches which, in the major leagues, causes anger and retaliation by the other team. We were just glad to get men on base.
Okay, could this entry get more boring? I'm going to end this before we find out. Later.
(1) Unpacking,
(2) Looking for a job,
and/or
(3) Doing laundry.
Instead, I seem to be continuing on my quest to go on wearing the clean clothes I have left, living on the money I was given for my birthday, and getting crap out of boxes piecemeal as I need them, until I end up wearing my shorts of last resort and a turquoise Hanes Her Way sleeveless shirt ($3 at Walmart) with all of four dollars in my pocket. At that point, and only at that point, will I actually do any of the things mentioned above.
Am struck by Wild Excitement that is my life. It is currently organized around Mets games and China Beach reruns. Also, in my quest to become the penultimate geek, I have become addicted to the SciFi channel. I'm forever amused by the fact that they air all of their original programming on Friday and Saturday nights (nights most networks program around) as if they know their audience will be home then. In addition, they show Quantum Leap daily. Does it get any better?
Was a good sister and went to my brother's basesball game Wednesday. My Dad's an assistant person for the team, my uncle is the coach, and two of my cousins also play. So about 50% of the stands was made up of my family members. We had:
-My Mom and grandmother who just sat there quietly and would occasionally mutter under their breath (usually "Oh! Jimmy/John/Mike! Hit it!")
-My uncle, who just sat and watched silently
-Me, who would jump up and shout "Woo! Go Jim/John/Mike!" at an embarrassingly high volume for whomever was on the receiving end of the cheer
-My grandfather, who would shout out instructions while the person on the field was in the process of doing something. ("You're not following through!"
and
-My aunt, who had no qualms about yelling at the ump (who was approximately five feet away) whenever she was the slightest bit displeased with him.
It was a good game. My brother ended up pitching (very stressful to watch!) and did well. It was a close game, but in the end his team won. Largely because the other pitcher kept nailing our guys with pitches which, in the major leagues, causes anger and retaliation by the other team. We were just glad to get men on base.
Okay, could this entry get more boring? I'm going to end this before we find out. Later.
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