08 September 2010 @ 11:48 pm
 Today baseball embarrassed me (except for Nick Swisher. You can stay). Actually last friday baseball embarrassed me too, but only because my team lost when I went and saw them at Dodger's stadium. Then they won the next two games and got a bazillion home runs to rub it in my face that I wasn't there to see them win. >:| Anyway. It was a good game even if they ultimately failed and I was happy to get to see them play and have batting practice.

 I seriously got booed for being a Giants fan and then everyone shut up because I started spouting out stats and shit and proved how into baseball and the Giants I was. It was really really funny because they all thought my guy friend I brought with me was the baseball fan and that I was just there for whatever and my friend said I shamed them with my baseball love. Then I yelled at this guy who kept heckling me to "Shut up, seriously!. I don't care if you hate me or my team. Let me watch them fail. BASEBALL TIMES NOW!." I shouldn't be let out of the house. I swear.


Pitcher trip. Lincecum, Cain (Cain was running around and blocking other players in order to snatch the ball out of the air in front of them. Shenans!) and Wilson (I LOVE YOU BEST, Wilson. You and your ridiculous pitching heart attack skills and shoes and hair etc. My life). 


My other boats!



Buster motherfucking Posey classing up the place. 








Also. My class is officially a clusterfuck. I hope it gets better next week but seriously I wanted to punch my head in and maybe cry tonight. I don't know if I would have handled it better if I wasn't feeling sick or what but this needs to not be the case every class or I am going to go crazy. Seriously. 

I did get to talk to one of my undergrad professors who was talking about how he knew I'd make a great grad student and my PhD plans and language programs and the like and I felt really really good about that, even though I always feel weird when people think I am good at stuff or smart etc etc. 

Now I need to go to bed because I have to get up at 7am to talk to [livejournal.com profile] marienne_made  and buy hockey tickets and then finish a paper. My life is ridiculous. How am I an adult?
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