Tag: blah

Ugh

You know what I needed? On top of everything else I really needed to start feeling like shit. Blah. All I want to do is curl up in bed, so Imma go do that.

Until tomorrow.

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Will This Week Just End Already?

For serious, this is a terrible week to be a Philly sports fan. The Eagles suck. The Sixers are meh. The Flyers aren’t playing. And all of this after an extremely frustrating Phillies season. But hey, did ya know that the Phillies won a game more recently than the Eagles??

(If you’re a Philly sports fan, I apologize for being the asshole bringing that up. Again.)

And then there’s the news about players. DeSean Jackson is probably out for the season. The Eagles released Jason Babin. (Okay, I actually welcomed that news because eff that guy.) And then my beloved Chooch. Suspended 25 games for testing positive for Adderall for the second time. Say it ain’t so, Chooch!!

Then news broke today that the Phillies were working on a deal with the Astros for Wilton Lopez. Supposedly the deal involved two Phillies prospects, but no names were floated that I saw. And now it is hours later and the deal seems to be stagnating. I’ve seen nothing but fan speculation about it recently. I hate not knowing all the details; it makes me feel antsy and uncomfortable. (What do you expect? I’m a control freak enthusiast.)

So yeah, this week can’t end fast enough as far as I’m concerned. I don’t need any more shitty sports news.

Until tomorrow.

The Opposite Of Fun

Here’s my official stance on baseball for the rest of the year: Let’s go Orioles! That is all.

In other news, it should surprise no one that Elementary can’t hold a candle to Sherlock. I gave it a shot because I love Jonny Lee Miller, but I really don’t see myself watching it again. I guess it’s not really that surprising since I don’t watch any of CBS’s other eight billion cop shows. Actually, I don’t watch anything on CBS anymore since my lack of a DVR led to a major culling of TV shows I watch.

A show I will be watching again next week is Last Resort. It’s got actors I like and an intriguing premise (the last several minutes were particularly interesting, plot-wise). Plus, Scott Speedman, who I suddenly find very attractive. (Remember when Felicity started and everyone thought he was so damn hot? I didn’t.)

Until tomorrow.

Tricentennial

I was going to make a “This is Sparta!” joke, but it’s been a while since I watched 300.

So yep, this is my 300th post. I just spent the past hour and a half reading the last hundred posts. It kinda helped cheer me up after the painful ninth inning of tonight’s Phillies game; I really do amuse myself.

It’s so weird to think that in the last 100 days (or so) I started and stopped a temp job, turned 32, and went home for a few days. I talked a lot about Wawa but never actually went to one. I obsessed over TastyKake pies that were in my Target and then disappeared. I went to Starbucks a lot, especially now that Pumpkin Spice is back. I actually baked cookies. I talked about Brand New, Taking Back Sunday, Bayside, Something Corporate, Jack’s Mannequin, and Jimmy Eat World. I even started a Tumblr and became more active on Twitter.

And then, of course, there were the Phillies. I celebrated Jim Thome home runs and mourned his trade to the Orioles. I complained about FOX’s disrespect for Chooch during the All-Star Game. I gave the season up for dead, but then spent the rest of July not talking about them in a superstitious hope that they’d turn things around. I cheered wins, fretted over losses, and made it generally obvious that I hadn’t really given up at all. September brought high hopes, cruel disappointments, and a crash back to reality. (Oh, and no sweeping of the final home series either. Damn.)

There may have been more themes, but that’s what really stuck out at me. And it’s late and I’m tired, so yeah.

Until tomorrow.

Nothing To Say

Today was just one of those days when I didn’t have much of anything to say to anyone (including my parents, who nevertheless decided to call me three times today; personally, I would’ve given up after the first attempt at conversation with someone [me] who was basically giving one word answers, but c’est la vie). I’m gonna blame my late posting on the whole not having anything to say thing. And I’m tired, so I’m gonna go to bed.

Until tomorrow.

Sleepy

Today was one of those days when I didn’t do a whole hell of a lot. This is good, though, because it means I don’t have some long story to tell on my blog tonight. And I can barely keep my eyes open as I’m sitting here on my couch, reading and watching the Phillies. So this is about all I can manage for a blog post tonight.

Until tomorrow.

Uh-Oh

I seem to have nodded off about an hour ago. Thank goodness I set a reminder on my phone to blog, else I may have missed a day of blogging through no real fault of my own. But since I can barely keep my eyes open, this will have to be simply a token entry.

Until tomorrow.