Ohh Blogspot, how I have neglected you...but not tonight!
My life will potentially change now. To start, there is the guy in my Creative Writing class named Joe. Long story short, he covertly asked me if I had a boyfriend, in which I decided to be honest and tell him no, I'm single.
He therefore made the comment that he was surprised that I was single, then laughed it off by saying it had been a pretty obvious & shameless way of checking to see if I was single. But I like the straightforwardness, 'cause the whole 'asking to hang out sometime' routine is getting old. Then he followed his surprise by saying 'you're fucking cute'. Wellllll I think I could forgive the swearing for the quite adorable compliment. Just sayin'.
We'll see what happens further with Joe. I'm not expecting too much--in fact, I'm expecting nothing. :P
Now for potential #2. It is pretty much assured that I will get a CA job for next year. Skye is too sure that many of the returning CAs and hall directors like me. However, I can go two ways: be a CA for the Honors floor in Beede, my current floor, and be a CA with Brett. Or, I will be a CA with Dillon on 4th Beede, because he is hoping to have a co he can get along with and actually know beforehand. Personally, I would like to see Brett and Dillon duke it out to see who will win me for their wife--*cough* I mean co-CA.
Wishful thinking? Probably, but it's an entertaining picture in my head. :D
It's only in name, anyways. Brett's engaged as of this afternoon. This afternoon being the 11th of April, not today today.....screw technicalities, pfft!
As of now....that's about all I have to say. So I think I shall go back to procrastinating and think about going to bed. Which probably won't happen till later anyways. Bahh.
Monday, April 12, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
It's Almost Like I'm Bipolar
I don't know whether I should listen to myself or not most times. To put it lightly, I feel like I'm sick and tired of being single. But then the one moment where friends feels a little too much like something different, and I don't want. I don't want at all.
Or as is another case sometimes, I would rather do things with my girlfriends than act as a sit-in girlfriend for one guy.
To put things long story short, yesterday was CA interviews. I think I did all right, even though I feel like I might have done better. Other people have said I didn't do bad, so that helps...but there were other kids who were much more impressive. And I don't think I have much of a chance of ending up in Beede Hall if they don't put me on the Honors floor...bah, who knows were I'll end up, really.
However, after my individual interview, I ran into Mike (Josh's co-CA) sitting with my long-lost neighbor Brandon. Brandon! My good friend Nicole's older brother. So I ended up sitting with them talking, which was pretty fun. But now....now Mike wants to hang out. And not like "Hey, we should hang out sometime," but as in "Hey, are you free tomorrow?"
Hey, fun, but holy FUCK. Don't you think that's a little soon? Not to mention I've got homework, meetings, etc etc....I'm a busy girl. Really busy. And even though I like my down time, I prefer my down time to be alone. And it wasn't just a one-time try, he's really serious about hanging out. And I, well....I'm not a hanging out type of girl. Yes, I'll do it with other girls, but not with guys. With the exception of Jacob and Andrew. Jacob is missing about half of the rational side of his brain, and Andrew likes True Blood. I can't say anything bad about a guy who has a bottle of Tru Blood sitting in his room!!
Mike's a nice guy, he really is. He plays the guitar, he's in track, and his hair is pretty nice....but I'm just not one to say YES SIGN ME UP! for whatever.
Dating or no dating, I don't want. I'm surprised I would say no to dating right now, but I am. I have so many new opportunities right now, what with Spring Rush starting tomorrow (yay Alpha Xi Delta!), joining the honors societies (ALD/PES), and now applying to be a CA. And with still being on the newspaper, Honors Association, and a shit ton of homework, I don't really have the time to fit in a random bout of hanging out, much less a date.
And I'm horrible at saying no. I can do it, but I hate myself afterwards for it. Even if it's what I want.
I don't even care what the repercussions may be. I may be single for another whole school year or something like that, but I don't really care. I can deal, and I have more pressing matters. Like figuring out how to actually do well in my Honors Ideas in History class. :/
But despite that setback, yesterday was really awesome. I cheered on Alex as he played for a Wii in a Wii Boxing tournament that the CAs held. My individual went pretty well, and I think it helped that I had our hall director Dan as one of the interviewers. He told the other guy (I think they call him Trapper) that he liked me more, which was why he gave me a cinnamon roll a couple weeks ago rather than the other interviewer. I felt special. :D
Not to mention that at the group interviews, our group leader was Dillon. He's really an awesome guy. After when I got back to the North Complex, he was at the front desk with my current male CA Brett. Dillon asked if I was going to be his co-CA next year. Which led to jokes about how I'm the same size as his current co-CA, and how I have big shoes to fill (haha, I have small feet. :P ) and how they could actually probably just leave the clothes in the closet, I'd fit in them. Brett said he'll most likely be staying on 2nd Beede though, so that would be cool being a CA with him if they put me on the Honors floor (like they're supposed to!). Well, unless they decide Laurel's a better fit. But I hope they choose me. :3
Gah. Yesterday was too much testosterone and adrenaline for me, I think. Today I've got some hardcore writing to do before midnight, but first is Alice in Wonderland. Road trip to Yankton!
Or as is another case sometimes, I would rather do things with my girlfriends than act as a sit-in girlfriend for one guy.
To put things long story short, yesterday was CA interviews. I think I did all right, even though I feel like I might have done better. Other people have said I didn't do bad, so that helps...but there were other kids who were much more impressive. And I don't think I have much of a chance of ending up in Beede Hall if they don't put me on the Honors floor...bah, who knows were I'll end up, really.
However, after my individual interview, I ran into Mike (Josh's co-CA) sitting with my long-lost neighbor Brandon. Brandon! My good friend Nicole's older brother. So I ended up sitting with them talking, which was pretty fun. But now....now Mike wants to hang out. And not like "Hey, we should hang out sometime," but as in "Hey, are you free tomorrow?"
Hey, fun, but holy FUCK. Don't you think that's a little soon? Not to mention I've got homework, meetings, etc etc....I'm a busy girl. Really busy. And even though I like my down time, I prefer my down time to be alone. And it wasn't just a one-time try, he's really serious about hanging out. And I, well....I'm not a hanging out type of girl. Yes, I'll do it with other girls, but not with guys. With the exception of Jacob and Andrew. Jacob is missing about half of the rational side of his brain, and Andrew likes True Blood. I can't say anything bad about a guy who has a bottle of Tru Blood sitting in his room!!
Mike's a nice guy, he really is. He plays the guitar, he's in track, and his hair is pretty nice....but I'm just not one to say YES SIGN ME UP! for whatever.
Dating or no dating, I don't want. I'm surprised I would say no to dating right now, but I am. I have so many new opportunities right now, what with Spring Rush starting tomorrow (yay Alpha Xi Delta!), joining the honors societies (ALD/PES), and now applying to be a CA. And with still being on the newspaper, Honors Association, and a shit ton of homework, I don't really have the time to fit in a random bout of hanging out, much less a date.
And I'm horrible at saying no. I can do it, but I hate myself afterwards for it. Even if it's what I want.
I don't even care what the repercussions may be. I may be single for another whole school year or something like that, but I don't really care. I can deal, and I have more pressing matters. Like figuring out how to actually do well in my Honors Ideas in History class. :/
But despite that setback, yesterday was really awesome. I cheered on Alex as he played for a Wii in a Wii Boxing tournament that the CAs held. My individual went pretty well, and I think it helped that I had our hall director Dan as one of the interviewers. He told the other guy (I think they call him Trapper) that he liked me more, which was why he gave me a cinnamon roll a couple weeks ago rather than the other interviewer. I felt special. :D
Not to mention that at the group interviews, our group leader was Dillon. He's really an awesome guy. After when I got back to the North Complex, he was at the front desk with my current male CA Brett. Dillon asked if I was going to be his co-CA next year. Which led to jokes about how I'm the same size as his current co-CA, and how I have big shoes to fill (haha, I have small feet. :P ) and how they could actually probably just leave the clothes in the closet, I'd fit in them. Brett said he'll most likely be staying on 2nd Beede though, so that would be cool being a CA with him if they put me on the Honors floor (like they're supposed to!). Well, unless they decide Laurel's a better fit. But I hope they choose me. :3
Gah. Yesterday was too much testosterone and adrenaline for me, I think. Today I've got some hardcore writing to do before midnight, but first is Alice in Wonderland. Road trip to Yankton!
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Professors & One's Shitty Spelling.
I really don't think I can take a professor seriously when they mean to write 'punctuation' on the board, but write 'punction' instead. And then, the professor goes on to grade my first graded assignment, he circles a bunch of shit, with the occasional question mark next to it. In class, he says that those are grammar/punctuation things, but doesn't really grade on that. When I talk to him after class, he loosely says they're superfluous.
In my opinion, if you're going to write ANYTHING on a student's paper, it had better be something worth looking at.
Yes, I'm more than a little pissed at this professor. He's a philosophy professor, not an English professor. Then if that's the case, why is he criticizing us on our English? Goddamnit.... I'm glad I didn't do so bad on substance, and I was moderately all right on development (even though I'll probably want to elaborate on that, too). But really, why are my lowest scores organization and clarity? He doesn't say a word on where I went wrong on either account. So how the fuck am I supposed to improve on my paper when I have so little to go on? Even Jean got more comments on her goddamn paper, and she got a B-. I got a fucking C+. I want some fucking directions here! >:O
That's all the more I'm saying on the situation. I know some of the criticisms were right, but that was because they were actually helpful. Everything else is asking rhetorical questions that don't even deserve an answer because they're in the stupid paper.
I ask you, is happiness an emotion? Not simply an emotion, but is happiness, or at least the term happy, a part of its definition in today's society? Because from what I understand from the dictionary, happy is a feeling. Happiness is the state or quality of being happy. However, grammatically, a writer sounds entirely retarded if they say 'Happy is an emotion'. Fuckin' A....I'm going to go kick something, then do some reading, then sleep. :/
In my opinion, if you're going to write ANYTHING on a student's paper, it had better be something worth looking at.
Yes, I'm more than a little pissed at this professor. He's a philosophy professor, not an English professor. Then if that's the case, why is he criticizing us on our English? Goddamnit.... I'm glad I didn't do so bad on substance, and I was moderately all right on development (even though I'll probably want to elaborate on that, too). But really, why are my lowest scores organization and clarity? He doesn't say a word on where I went wrong on either account. So how the fuck am I supposed to improve on my paper when I have so little to go on? Even Jean got more comments on her goddamn paper, and she got a B-. I got a fucking C+. I want some fucking directions here! >:O
That's all the more I'm saying on the situation. I know some of the criticisms were right, but that was because they were actually helpful. Everything else is asking rhetorical questions that don't even deserve an answer because they're in the stupid paper.
I ask you, is happiness an emotion? Not simply an emotion, but is happiness, or at least the term happy, a part of its definition in today's society? Because from what I understand from the dictionary, happy is a feeling. Happiness is the state or quality of being happy. However, grammatically, a writer sounds entirely retarded if they say 'Happy is an emotion'. Fuckin' A....I'm going to go kick something, then do some reading, then sleep. :/
Monday, March 1, 2010
Random Crap.
I have the sneaky suspicion that Josh found this. Which is plausible, since I had the link to it hidden away on Facebook till a couple of days ago. 'Course, for anyone to find it, that means they had to stalk my Facebook page. And if he was stalking my Facebook page, well...then stop it. :P
I dunno. Just overanalyzing shit again. Sometimes I think he only tolerates me, hides on Facebook, blah blah. But today he sat next to me at dinner (again, probably just tolerating it). Meh. He knows I don't bother him often. Any conversations over Facebook are minimal or rarely happen. I have his number, but I never text him. I'm making him make the first move, because I've had to do that before. It didn't turn out well. Plus, I have friends. If push comes to shove, they'd set me up with someone.
Besides, I'm so busy with shit this week that I don't have much time for anything else. Should be focusing on homework instead of other things. But I'm pretty damn close to finishing my paper for tonight, and I might settle down and seriously work on my cover letter for my CA application.
On the plus side, Thursday I'm going to a COR (continuous open recruitment) event with my friend Shelby. She's in Alpha Xi Delta, as is my friend Ashley, and I haven't had a person tell me yet that I would not be a good fit in the sorority. It might be crazy, but I am really considering it...which is why I'm going to this event. And for a little tidbit, Kelley Elledge is a sister of the sorority. I mean, come on. She was one of the few women I had as a role model when I was growing up. It would be freaking sweet to be in the same sorority as her!
On another note....random people keep on wanting to talk to me on Facebook. It's like 'No, dammit. I don't wanna talk to you.' I don't like talking to many people period on Facebook. After the first Hi How Are You's that's where my attention span ends and says '.....well nice talking to you!' and I wanna bolt. I really need to stop being lazy and organize my friends into lists, so I can hide who I want to... :/
I dunno. Just overanalyzing shit again. Sometimes I think he only tolerates me, hides on Facebook, blah blah. But today he sat next to me at dinner (again, probably just tolerating it). Meh. He knows I don't bother him often. Any conversations over Facebook are minimal or rarely happen. I have his number, but I never text him. I'm making him make the first move, because I've had to do that before. It didn't turn out well. Plus, I have friends. If push comes to shove, they'd set me up with someone.
Besides, I'm so busy with shit this week that I don't have much time for anything else. Should be focusing on homework instead of other things. But I'm pretty damn close to finishing my paper for tonight, and I might settle down and seriously work on my cover letter for my CA application.
On the plus side, Thursday I'm going to a COR (continuous open recruitment) event with my friend Shelby. She's in Alpha Xi Delta, as is my friend Ashley, and I haven't had a person tell me yet that I would not be a good fit in the sorority. It might be crazy, but I am really considering it...which is why I'm going to this event. And for a little tidbit, Kelley Elledge is a sister of the sorority. I mean, come on. She was one of the few women I had as a role model when I was growing up. It would be freaking sweet to be in the same sorority as her!
On another note....random people keep on wanting to talk to me on Facebook. It's like 'No, dammit. I don't wanna talk to you.' I don't like talking to many people period on Facebook. After the first Hi How Are You's that's where my attention span ends and says '.....well nice talking to you!' and I wanna bolt. I really need to stop being lazy and organize my friends into lists, so I can hide who I want to... :/
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Can't Define What I'm After
Today (meaning Wednesday) was an amazing day. It really was. I don't think I had fallen asleep till 3 AM, but somehow I was pretty well-rested by 9, 9:30 AM. Anyway, I finally urged myself out of bed and finished a paper I was putting off till the last minute. Went to classes, blah blah, then to our Volante meeting at 5:30. That was nice and short, then I ate with my friends. Josh was sneaky and slipped $12 into my pocket, so that was really sweet too. :3 Then we went back to his place, watched The Stepfather, joined in on the ice cream social on 1st floor Norton, and enjoyed myself thoroughly. Probably the biggest highlight was all of the guys' fascination with the size of my boots--they even joked about whether they came in adult sizes. Pays off to be small! Then when we came back to the complex, we hung out at the front desk, then Miranda and I played a couple games of Mancala.
Overall, the night was amazing. But for some reason, I am so physically, mentally, emotionally drained...I know why, but at the same time I don't, and sort of don't want to recognize it. I'm tired of being alone, even though I'm perfectly fine as an independent, single woman, but I have issues when it comes to handling a simple crush.
Long story short, I've given up hope on the whole relationship thing. I don't make a move of any sort till I know for sure they like me back. For any relationship, really. Until the other person recognizes me as their friend, I don't jump to conclusions or anything. Like with Josh, I'm his friend, yet I still don't have his phone number. And with our friend Kevin, I knew him, but waited for what was several weeks before I felt comfortable enough to add him as a friend on Facebook of all places. What was probably my first crush when I entered college is/was this guy Brandon, and we're sort of friends, but he has a girlfriend. So what I end up doing is limiting just about all contact I have with him, when I don't really have a reason to.
Yet I don't really have this problem with girls. At least I don't think I do. I've no clue really....well, in a way I probably do. If I have a crush on someone, I tell NO ONE. If I do, it's usually with someone who has no mutual connection to the guy, or someone especially close to me. Because if I tell someone, then I'm afraid that will build hope.
So...I don't let myself hope. If I do, I start crushing it and don't let it show. I don't do that very often when it comes to academics or careers or such, and when it comes to that it's more like I hope I can get there, but I don't expect myself to--issues with being conceited and all. I can't stand it when I believe that I can do anything, when I know there will be obstacles that will take more to overcome than I'm capable of making when a certain amount of effort is put forth. Long story short, I hate being egotistical. But when it comes to social stuff...damn, I crush those hopes and crush 'em hard.
If I want to be super-lazy about it too, I could just blame it on Jackass. After all, as the ex, he should be the blame for everything...and even though he had asshole ways to manipulate me into thinking he liked me, I don't think it is entirely his fault. Sadly. But despite that, I think back to when I was first asked out, too. Which then reminds me that I had turned down the first guy to ask me out. Why? Because I didn't feel like I really liked him, and that I would be doing it just for the sake of having a boyfriend. Which was not going to be the basis for any of my relationships--I would just take my chances that someday, I will come across someone who I like, and they will happen to like me, too.
(God, that feels weird to be using the word 'like' when I expect so much more out of a serious relationship...but I guess you have to start small. And I can foresee a simple friendship building into something much more...)
And right now, I have this feeling like something's crawling all over my skin and makes me want to both wriggle away, and just lie on my floor and not move at the same time. Which is why I don't think I'm going to talk to Josh again till Monday at the earliest. I feel too fucking close, and it's really...well, scaring me right now.
I think all of this psychoanalysis is why I've lost my motivation to do any homework tonight. I could just do a little reading, then maybe study, but no. I just want to lie on the floor and stay there. Sometimes I like lying on the floor more than a comfy bed or couch. The floor's hard. Makes me think of other things. I don't know, really...maybe just because it's hard.
Overall, the night was amazing. But for some reason, I am so physically, mentally, emotionally drained...I know why, but at the same time I don't, and sort of don't want to recognize it. I'm tired of being alone, even though I'm perfectly fine as an independent, single woman, but I have issues when it comes to handling a simple crush.
Long story short, I've given up hope on the whole relationship thing. I don't make a move of any sort till I know for sure they like me back. For any relationship, really. Until the other person recognizes me as their friend, I don't jump to conclusions or anything. Like with Josh, I'm his friend, yet I still don't have his phone number. And with our friend Kevin, I knew him, but waited for what was several weeks before I felt comfortable enough to add him as a friend on Facebook of all places. What was probably my first crush when I entered college is/was this guy Brandon, and we're sort of friends, but he has a girlfriend. So what I end up doing is limiting just about all contact I have with him, when I don't really have a reason to.
Yet I don't really have this problem with girls. At least I don't think I do. I've no clue really....well, in a way I probably do. If I have a crush on someone, I tell NO ONE. If I do, it's usually with someone who has no mutual connection to the guy, or someone especially close to me. Because if I tell someone, then I'm afraid that will build hope.
So...I don't let myself hope. If I do, I start crushing it and don't let it show. I don't do that very often when it comes to academics or careers or such, and when it comes to that it's more like I hope I can get there, but I don't expect myself to--issues with being conceited and all. I can't stand it when I believe that I can do anything, when I know there will be obstacles that will take more to overcome than I'm capable of making when a certain amount of effort is put forth. Long story short, I hate being egotistical. But when it comes to social stuff...damn, I crush those hopes and crush 'em hard.
If I want to be super-lazy about it too, I could just blame it on Jackass. After all, as the ex, he should be the blame for everything...and even though he had asshole ways to manipulate me into thinking he liked me, I don't think it is entirely his fault. Sadly. But despite that, I think back to when I was first asked out, too. Which then reminds me that I had turned down the first guy to ask me out. Why? Because I didn't feel like I really liked him, and that I would be doing it just for the sake of having a boyfriend. Which was not going to be the basis for any of my relationships--I would just take my chances that someday, I will come across someone who I like, and they will happen to like me, too.
(God, that feels weird to be using the word 'like' when I expect so much more out of a serious relationship...but I guess you have to start small. And I can foresee a simple friendship building into something much more...)
And right now, I have this feeling like something's crawling all over my skin and makes me want to both wriggle away, and just lie on my floor and not move at the same time. Which is why I don't think I'm going to talk to Josh again till Monday at the earliest. I feel too fucking close, and it's really...well, scaring me right now.
I think all of this psychoanalysis is why I've lost my motivation to do any homework tonight. I could just do a little reading, then maybe study, but no. I just want to lie on the floor and stay there. Sometimes I like lying on the floor more than a comfy bed or couch. The floor's hard. Makes me think of other things. I don't know, really...maybe just because it's hard.
In a way, I need a change
From this burnout scene
Another time, another town
Another everything
But it's always back to you
Stumble out, in the night
From the pouring rain
Made the block, sat and thought
There's more I need
It's always back to you
But I'm good without ya
Yeah, I'm good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can't define what I'm after
I always turn the car around
Give me a break let me make my own pattern
All that it takes is some time but I'm shattered
I always turn the car around
I had no idea that the night
Would take so damn long
Took it out, on the street
While the rain still falls
Push me back to you
But I'm good without ya
Yeah, I'm good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can't define what I'm after
I always turn the car around
Give me a break let me make my own pattern
All that it takes is some time but I'm shattered
I always turn the car around
Give it up, give it up, baby
Give it up, give it up, now
Now
How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can't define what I'm after
I always turn the car around
All that I feel is the realness I'm faking
Taking my time but it's time that I'm wasting
Always turn the car around
How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can't define what I'm after
I always turn the car around
Don't wanna turn that car around
I gotta turn this thing around
Monday, February 15, 2010
Daytona Speedweeks In Pictures
The Daytona 500 has concluded, and Jamie McMurray is back in action! However, as I was digging around for pictures...too many of them were too amazing, and demanded a little...attention. ;)
Let's start off with my man, Dale Jr. For 35, you're still amazingly hot. Now if only he'd grow his hair out a little longer, say as long as it was way back when....
Oh hell yes, let's go back to that...well, with a little stubble still. Damn, this reminiscing is reviving my celebrity crush. :3
He's not exactly new meat, but he hasn't had quite the hype that he deserves. At least till today's performance. Holy fucking hottness, where have you been hiding for so long?! You've gained a new fan, Mr Scott Speed. >:D You know it's a good thing when the man's name is a drug. Or promises of very fast things.
Tony Stewart, you have the greatest expressions of anyone, I believe.
I can't tell, is this 2010 or 1998?...OH, that's right, in 1998 he was driving the 3 car! And there was more blue on his car. But still, very reminiscent of that year. Strange, I actually didn't freak out after he flipped...I actually kind of giggled, and thought it was pretty cool. So did he apparently, asking his PR guy if the flip was worth the ton of money lost on it. God, what I'd do to be his PR person...Sigh.
Speed in that adorable hat of his. I've never hated shirts as much as I do at this moment.
Ohhh Ryan and Tony, how you make a perfect Caption This moment! "Hey, is he trying to get into my trailer? Let's go bust his ass!"
Dale Jr rocking the new beard. How did he know I'm a sucker for facial hair?! Sigh...also, I probably shouldn't be surprised, but I can still make out his scar from when he was uber burned on his neck. That was 2005 when that happened, I think, that detail should've slipped me by now...mmm still smexy...
Caption This moment: Fear or delight, I can't tell...he might've dropped her on her head too often, and her emotions are too confused now... (God, I don't know why he has to have such a cute kid!)
Finally, the champion with his trophy. Speaks for itself, really! :)
Let's start off with my man, Dale Jr. For 35, you're still amazingly hot. Now if only he'd grow his hair out a little longer, say as long as it was way back when....
Oh hell yes, let's go back to that...well, with a little stubble still. Damn, this reminiscing is reviving my celebrity crush. :3
He's not exactly new meat, but he hasn't had quite the hype that he deserves. At least till today's performance. Holy fucking hottness, where have you been hiding for so long?! You've gained a new fan, Mr Scott Speed. >:D You know it's a good thing when the man's name is a drug. Or promises of very fast things.
Tony Stewart, you have the greatest expressions of anyone, I believe.
I can't tell, is this 2010 or 1998?...OH, that's right, in 1998 he was driving the 3 car! And there was more blue on his car. But still, very reminiscent of that year. Strange, I actually didn't freak out after he flipped...I actually kind of giggled, and thought it was pretty cool. So did he apparently, asking his PR guy if the flip was worth the ton of money lost on it. God, what I'd do to be his PR person...Sigh.
Speed in that adorable hat of his. I've never hated shirts as much as I do at this moment.
Ohhh Ryan and Tony, how you make a perfect Caption This moment! "Hey, is he trying to get into my trailer? Let's go bust his ass!"
Dale Jr rocking the new beard. How did he know I'm a sucker for facial hair?! Sigh...also, I probably shouldn't be surprised, but I can still make out his scar from when he was uber burned on his neck. That was 2005 when that happened, I think, that detail should've slipped me by now...mmm still smexy...
Caption This moment: Fear or delight, I can't tell...he might've dropped her on her head too often, and her emotions are too confused now... (God, I don't know why he has to have such a cute kid!)
Finally, the champion with his trophy. Speaks for itself, really! :)
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Men Crying Is Now Demanded
This morning, while I was watching the prerace festivities for the Daytona 500, I realized something. I couldn't remember the last time I saw a driver cry after winning a race, or a championship. Now I think this might have came about because I've been reading Date Me Baby One More Time, which touches on the subject of men crying. Also, they had just shown a bunch of Jimmie Johnson pictures and shit, and I think he's becoming overblown. Urg.
But back to the subject at hand. Now crying at the drop of a hat, yes that can be very strange. But for something much more deep, like winning a championship? You'd think men were more prone to crying after something as epic as that.
I did in fact tell my mom before the race that I hope whoever won the race today would cry.
I really did, too. Really, a man should burst out in tears for momentous occasions that they worked their whole lives for. Football guys, they'll cry whether they won the Super Bowl or not. In the Indianapolis 500, it was good enough for Helio Castroneves to cry after his victory--and he had won it multiple times.
However, it seems that when it comes to NASCAR, I couldn't for the life of me remember the last time I saw the victor shed a tear afterwards. And I do fear that Johnson has become desensitized to his championship streak. Side effects including inability to appreciate a championship, much less a win, and high expectations of doing it for a fifth straight time...gag me. And desensitization to championships or important races such as the Daytona 500 can be disastrous. If the driver isn't choking on tears because of something so amazing like this, why should anyone else be? I would much rather have a driver like Helio Castroneves milk it for all it's worth (if he wasn't sincere, but since he is, I appreciate that a ton), than have Jimmie Johnson appreciate the amount of work his team did to get him there. Been there, done that, wearing the damn t-shirt.
So we enjoyed the race, in company with an adorable Dale Jr cake that the rental neighbors gave us! I swear, they can NOT move, period. We love them too much, and their delicious cookies and treats... :D
And in the end...the victor gave me my wish.
I absolutely loved Jamie McMurray's victory, because he was more sincere about his win than anyone else has been in so long...a race this big deserved a celebration just as huge, and Jamie delivered. My faith in him has certainly restored! Finally, a driver who has the balls to cry after winning a race... :)
And even though Dale Jr finished second, I'm glad he finished second to Jamie. He really deserved the win. And Dale, we're thrilled that you finished second. You earned this positive step in the right direction! (Plus, we know you would've cried too if you had won the race)
But back to the subject at hand. Now crying at the drop of a hat, yes that can be very strange. But for something much more deep, like winning a championship? You'd think men were more prone to crying after something as epic as that.
I did in fact tell my mom before the race that I hope whoever won the race today would cry.
I really did, too. Really, a man should burst out in tears for momentous occasions that they worked their whole lives for. Football guys, they'll cry whether they won the Super Bowl or not. In the Indianapolis 500, it was good enough for Helio Castroneves to cry after his victory--and he had won it multiple times.
However, it seems that when it comes to NASCAR, I couldn't for the life of me remember the last time I saw the victor shed a tear afterwards. And I do fear that Johnson has become desensitized to his championship streak. Side effects including inability to appreciate a championship, much less a win, and high expectations of doing it for a fifth straight time...gag me. And desensitization to championships or important races such as the Daytona 500 can be disastrous. If the driver isn't choking on tears because of something so amazing like this, why should anyone else be? I would much rather have a driver like Helio Castroneves milk it for all it's worth (if he wasn't sincere, but since he is, I appreciate that a ton), than have Jimmie Johnson appreciate the amount of work his team did to get him there. Been there, done that, wearing the damn t-shirt.
So we enjoyed the race, in company with an adorable Dale Jr cake that the rental neighbors gave us! I swear, they can NOT move, period. We love them too much, and their delicious cookies and treats... :D
And in the end...the victor gave me my wish.
I absolutely loved Jamie McMurray's victory, because he was more sincere about his win than anyone else has been in so long...a race this big deserved a celebration just as huge, and Jamie delivered. My faith in him has certainly restored! Finally, a driver who has the balls to cry after winning a race... :)And even though Dale Jr finished second, I'm glad he finished second to Jamie. He really deserved the win. And Dale, we're thrilled that you finished second. You earned this positive step in the right direction! (Plus, we know you would've cried too if you had won the race)
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