College World Series

This is the best time of year. The fact that the CWS championship series is going to a third game makes me giddier than a preteen at a Jonas Brothers concert.

College baseball is the purest form of baseball. Its not about getting that next big contract or being MVP. Its simply about winning. Its about being that last team of 64 to win the final game of your season. Tonight is the night Texas will do that.

I can get so excited/pissed off when Texas plays, especially in games of this nature. It is literally like a roller coaster of emotions. I can't explain it. As I am typing this, I am getting that nervous feeling in my stomach, a feeling I rarely feel. The last case of this feeling was back when I started dating Courtney (awwww, whatever I am cool like that). I don't know why a stupid little baseball game can make me feel like this but it does. And I like it.

So heres to you Texas. Play hard and I will love you. Play like ass and I will still love you but I will give you the silent treatment til next June.

Hook 'Em

Thing I have learned recently

Things I have discovered recently:
-Picante sauce and ketchup mixed together and added on french fries is soooo good.
-The Salvation Army is not armed.
-There is no such thing as a secret fart.
-The real world does not allow you to stay up until 4 in the morning playing NCAA Football or Tiger Woods 10.
-Playing tennis does not automatically make me classy.
-I try my best to cover up my lack of fashion/style but mesh shorts and a t-shirt feels too damn good.
-Repeatedly hitting the power button on the TV remote control does not snooze or turn off the alarm clock.
-I am 99.9% sure that given the opportunity to live in fantasy land, Courtney would cheat on me with Twilight’s best vampire, -Edward Cullen. Lame.

And this was just last week. I love my life.

Reverse Storm Chasin' Part II

On my way home I was literally on the border of this horrific storm, like if I slowed down at all I would be bum rushed by this wet disaster. So I kept my speed and tried to floor it when I could. I was traveling east bound and this storm obviously Google mapped my route home because that’s how close it was following me. I knew when I exited the highway to go north I would just get blaaaasted by this Hurricane Katrina wannabe. Sure enough, I turned left headed north bound to my home and *whooooooosh*. I literally could not see 2 feet in front of me. I had to guess and pray when I changed lanes to pull over. I waited out the first flurry and made it home ok. My fence took a beating though. Oh well, it needs to be replaced anyway (hint hint dad).

The whole experience was exhilarating and awful. I wish it upon no man, woman, or small child. Well, maybe Kobe Bryant.

I had big hopes for this part of the blog but that is all I can remember so I apologize. My life has been super busy recently and my old slacker lifestyle is trying to catch up. That’s what I get for being ‘super crazy busy’ in grad school then ‘super crazy lazy’ in bum life for 5 months.

I will promise you dedicated (2) readers that I will post again soon, possibly within the next 24 hours.

Reverse Storm Chasin' Part I

One word. Holymotherofgodwhattheefffwasthat. 

That one word describes my mindset when I finally pulled into my garage. I just outran (read: almost outran) one the worst thunderstorms in the history of this month. But I was finally home, safe. The kind of safe you feel when you are playing tag and you are in a dead sprint to home base and the older kid is chasing you down quick. When you finally tag the couch (home base), you get this sense of 'whew'ness. This is what I felt when I pulled in to my house. 

I was just chased by a surprise t-storm/tornado/hurricane/alien attack. It was nuts. Back to the beginning. As I was walking through the parking lot after work I thought 'Wow its getting dark pretty quickly'. Next thing I know, I am literally trying to out run this storm on the highway. 

*Timeout*

Ok speaking of Dallas highways, what the eff city planners? Your city has the worst road construction/layout I have ever seen. I wish I knew how to insert a picture so I could describe via MS Paint some of the horrendous road layouts. 

(Visual of a Dallas road clusterfuck)

And that is just the first part of my hatred for the Dallas highways. This is where you wonderful Dallas drivers come into the picture. Really Dallas drivers? Did you really learn how to drive from the Helen Keller Driving School? I mean come on. Quit texting. Quit putting on makeup. Quit driving like douchebags.

And while I am on the topic of douchebaggery, I got another taste of a dbag on the Dallas highways. This d was cruuuuisin in a PIMPED out Ford Focus. Yeah, I will pause while you wipe the soda off you keyboard that just came out of your nose. This dude had rims on his focus that could only have been meant for one of jay z's rap videos. Straight up. I bet he had on an affliction shirt too. Douchey McDoucherson was flyyying in and out of traffic. So of course I played the game where I tried to box him in and slow him down. Thank you Nascar 08 for teaching me this skill. 

*Timein*

Trash and debris is being pushed across the road. Cows could be seen being tossed around. I could have sworn I saw Dorothy and Toto fly by too. 

And this will end my story for tonight. I need to sleep and I dont know how to autosave this yet. I didn't mean to go on the highway tangent but its one of my hot buttons. 

This was just a tease. And if you are still reading, it gets waaaay better. 

Day 1

I have a lot of boring things to say and consensus was that I tweet too much. Ah well. I will try and post my senseless ramblings here from time to time. I want to set the expectations low so none of my fans will be disappointed. And when I say fans I really just mean my mom. Hi mom!

That is all for now.