I'm nervous about tonight. Oh, man, I'm nervous. It's affecting me.

I don't want my heart broken again, like last year. I've never seen them get this far without missing the pennant by a hair. Oh, god, what if it's different this year?

Like Maggie says. Cool, calm, and composed.

Oh my God. Never have I been so fucking tense during a game. Except for maybe Game 7 of last year. But now, I am spent. Utterly spent. I feel like I need a cigarette, it was that good.

Keep the faith, Red Sox Nation. Keep the faith.

By all odds, the Red Sox will lose in New York when Game 6 commences.

But when they win against all odds, I'll be there to scream, baby.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/3749862.stm

Uuuuuuuuugh, I want him to win........

*does little dance*

Fuckin'... fuckin' YANKEEEES Imonnakillemallllll

*weepeth*

Christopher Reeve
1952-2004

http://www.cnn.com/2004/SHOWBIZ/Movies/10/11/obit.reeve/index.html

I swear to God I have academic ADD. I've been here a year, and already I've changed my mind about my intended major/minor 4 times! Granted, I'm solid about being in the sciences, but still! I feel like if I don't declare soon, I'll have changed my mind so many times that my advisor's head will have exploded! But maybe she's used to this stuff by ( Read more... )

It hurts to come to grips that I won't ever quite fit into this white collar world in which I find myself, despite my sometimes-desperate efforts to do so.

But it breaks my heart to think that I ever felt like my family wasn't good enough. I'd take them over any of this prestige if I had to choose. In a fucking heartbeat.

Yay! Thefacebook.com is fun! Join it of your school is listed! Rainy! ;)