This weekend is the Women’s College World Series (softball). Bryce’s parents and sister are in town to watch the games, so naturally, that’s what I’ve been doing to. Actually, since I have work and all, I really have only seen Friday’s games.
On Friday night we watched Washington play Arizona State University and we watched Florida play Missouri. I didn’t care much about who won, but Bryce was rooting for ASU because that’s where his mother went to school and he was rooting for Missouri both because they are in the Big Twelve conference with us and also because he hates Florida. Unfortunately, both teams we were rooting for lost.
But they were great games. Both were extremely low-scoring games (0-1 both times), with the one score coming at almost the end of the game. There were also very few hits at all, which means that it was basically a pitcher’s duel the entire time. And the teams that won were the teams with the stronger pictures and the teams who had gotten four or five hits during the game.
I was very impressed with the huge turnout at both games. The bleachers were full all the way around (even in the outfield), and the crowds were always cheering and very into the game.
ESPN was also covering the game (live), which added an extra element of fun for myself, because I enjoyed watching the camera-men work. Covering sporting events means pretty basic work for the cameras– at least for panning the crowds. Getting the action on camera does take more work, and it was fun to watch the remote-control camera (situated high above home plate) follow the hit balls and girls running.
There are some people in this world that I really wish were my friends. But sadly, this is very unlikely to happen, because they either don’t know I exist, only know me in a classroom setting, have graduated from college and moved on, or a combination of all three. Sad. There goes a lot of fun we could have had.
I sound like a creeper.
Today is Wednesday. Today is not Tuesday. Today is the day I should have started my internship, not tomorrow, which I thought was Wednesday.
I love long weekends, but they throw me off.
I just spent the weekend at the lake, and I am now coming to the very painful realization that tanning wont ever happen for me. It’s either glaring white or Ouch! red. There is no in-between.
This summer, in order to save boatloads of money, I am living in the apartment of my boyfriend’s brother free of charge (while he is in California for an internship). This means that I am currently sharing said apartment with two other guys.
I had never shared a living space with guys before (besides my brother and dad, and that doesn’t count because there were balancing female influences in the home), so I came into the situation with some ideas about what it would be like. And let me tell you, I was right.
These boys are dirty, burp all the time (and never say “excuse me”), play X-Box constantly, and listen to their music so loud that the bass comes through the walls and shakes my toothbrush. They have contests to see who can string the most expletives together in one breath. Their carpet is so abused that there is no way they are getting out of there without paying for it to be replaced. They use a dishtowel to mop up a dirty floor and then two minutes later use the same towel to dry clean dishes. They drink their milk directly out of the jug. In order to even be able to walk into my bathroom, I had to bleach every surface.
And yet, with all their less refined qualities, living with guys is actually a lot of fun. For example, we played X-Box games for hours last night after I got home from work (with plenty of trash-talking involved), and they were the perfect gentlemen and gave me the best team to play with. I still lost quite solidly at every game we played, but it was still fun.
Oh, and its also really nice to live with guys because they own things like super glue and duct tape and are very handy with a hammer.
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I am currently searching for a car. But not just any car. A used car under $5000, under 100K miles, that runs well, and is reliable and safe. This has become a remarkably hard car to come by.
Well, let me take that back. I did find one… and then the dealership sold it to someone else. Dumb dealership. I left the dealership last night at 8:30 pm, after telling the salesman that yes, I was buying the car and that we’d finalize the finances the next day (today). The dealership closed at 9 pm.
And wouldn’t you know it… sometime between 8:30 and 9 pm last night, this couple came by, slapped down cash, and the dealership sold them my car. Dumb dealership. I understand that cash is a much more tempting (and sure) offer than my financing situation, but still… the guy knew I wanted the car. Really wanted the car. Dumb dealership. I am still angry. Unreasonably angry, I know.
But angry nonetheless, because this means that my car-searching days are STILL not over. I am so sick of car searching. So, so done with this. I just want the perfect car to fall into my lap. I want someone to say, I have just the car for you. And I want that car to be so perfect that I take one look at it and say, Yes, that’s mine. Viola. Finito. Done.
Why can’t it be that easy?