7-11-00  BACK
I got the distinct feeling that today should be national 7Eleven Day, but nevermind that.
I'm watching the All Star baseball game right now.  It's not that entertaining.  Randy Johnson is one scary looking guy.  He's just so menacing looking- he's really tall and lanky and has this scowl on his face.  Then he opened his mouth to talk during an interview and sounded normal.  I kind of expected a southern twang to come out cuz it looks like he kind of has a mullet.  But anyway.  The game's tied at 1-1 and Chipper got a run for the National Leage team.  That's my baby.  My mother actually started crying during the player introductions and stuff....yeah, bringing players out onto the field is a real tearjerker, let me tell you.
OK, now the American League is in the lead, 3-1.  Bummer.  But they've won for the past 2 or 3 years in a row, so really, why let the National League win it this year? *sarcasm*  El Gato is up next in the lineup.  He better score.
I went with Stacy to this concert thing last night and met Nolan and two of his friends and Cory.  I still have yet to regain all of my hearing.  That kinda scares me.  Man, I'm gonna be deaf by the time I'm 25.  Anyway, I don't even know what the name of the band was, they were just loud.  I couldn't really understand what the guy was singing.  He could have been singing in Spanish for all I know.  They were playing INSIDE this tiny record store....yeah, I don't know.  Why wouldn't they play in the parking lot?  Why in the back of a tiny record store?  Hm, unsolved mysteries.
After my encounter last night with some stranded motorists, I have come to the conclusion that most people are stupid.  I mean, it's just a basic trait.  Thank God I have smart friends.  And I'm not even talking about school-smart necessarily.  I'm mainly talking about common sense.  Stacy and Cory were in the car with me last night and we were driving on Old Canton.  I saw some stranded motorists.  Or, almost hit one, rather.  So I turned around and went back, being the good person that I am.  What I thought was going to be a 10-minute lending of a cell phone turned into a TWO HOUR wait for the AAA guy.  Man, that was hell.  What happened is that the stupid girl who was driving hit a curb and blew out her two right tires.  So I gave them my spare, which was also flat (I didn't know it was flat) and smaller than their spare.  After about the first hour, I'm talking to the one guy that had accompanied these 3 dimwit girls, and he says to us "Man, I should have just left them here."  Of course I asked him what he meant.  "Oh, you mean they didn't tell you my car's parked right over there?"   I can't describe the silent rage that bubbled up within me and how much I wanted to wrap my hands around that guys neck and shake it.  WHY THE CRAP didn't they leave the jeep there and take his car all the way back to Duluth, yes DULUTH.  They were using MY AAA account, and it's $3 a mile for towing.  And they had their jeep towed back to DULUTH.  Man.  After I drop Cory back off at the Longhorn's parking lot where he had parked for the concert thing, I was heading back home and as I turn the corner, I see that they had apparently made it about 4 yards on the two spares before having to stop.  I just didn't look, just kept driving, got halfway through my neighborhood and then I had a twinge of conscience.  So I turned my car around, drove back up the hill and asked if they needed any more help.  They didn't.  I went home.  It was 10 till 1 am.  *sigh*
That was my Monday night.
And now I'm watching the Real World.  Oh man.  My life is so exciting.  *wink wink*
I'm going to be in Michigan in...um...less than 48 hours.  Can you believe it?  I sure can't.  I still haven't packed.  I need some new clothes.  I keep wearing the same things over again.  The thing is though, I"ll find a few certain shirts and maybe 1 or 2 pairs of jeans that I'm most comfy in and I'll live in those for as long as possible.  My current favorite jeans are these old torn up Silvertabs and a new baggy pair of LEI dark blue jeans.  Even though they're baggy and not completely flattering, I love them.  Why do I love them if they don't show off my cute butt, you ask?  Well, I'll tell you: because they're comfortable.  I'm not sure if form should follow function or if function should follow form (I can't recall MUCh from art history, but I do remember that), but I'd rather be muy comfy than all uptight about my clothes.  And I have a few shirts I live in as well.  A blue one that's just wonderful, and two of the same style but different colors, one's purple, one's green.  And I love those shirts.
The score's now 3-2, A.L. still leading in the top of the 6th.  In case you were wondering.
I hate Bob Costas.  Ever since the World Series last year, I hold a serious grudge against that man.  I don't care what anybody said, I was NOT imagining it that Senor Costas was pro-Yankees, anti-Braves.  He just was.  And I majorly dislike him because he let it show.  Is he going to be the commentator and the Olympics in Sydney?  I sure hope not.
sigh.  I"m going to miss all you guys.  But I'll still keep in touch through email!!  No worries there.  And I'll send you a postcard if you want.
I'm getting a manicure tomorrow.  Sure, call me superficial!  I don't care!  I need one.  Everybody should get one every once and a while just to keep their nails in shape.  I haven't gotten one in over 9 months.  And my nails definitely aren't doing too well.
I lost Michael's camp address.  thpppbbt.  I'll ask Clay if he has it.
Richard Simmons isn't anyone I'd ever want to talk to, but he sure is fun to just sit back and watch bounce around like a maniac.  Oh man, it just actually hit me how little time I have left here at home.....anxiety's setting in.....i'm gonna forget something important....I better go make a checklist, but I'll probably forget to add something important to my checklist.  Go figure.  Did you hear that Rosie O'Donnel adopted a 4th child?  Hm.  Good for her.  Hey, did you hear about the 2000 Redneck Games in Dublin, GA?  OH MAN!!!!  I cracked up when I read about it in the paper.  Redneck games??  COME ON!!! Don't tell me you don't think that's funny.  I mean, it was obviously important enough in somebody's mind at the AJC to have a huge article with pictures!  But that was a couple days ago.  And don't go getting all high and mighty about Rednecks.  They deserve their own games, seeing as how they're a totally different species and all.  It's 10:45.
Um...
I haven't talked about anything worthwhile on here, have I?  I mean, I know you all care about my shirts and my nails and the Redneck Games and all, but maybe I should shoot for some world issues.  Well, let's see....world issues...Well, the AIDS crisis in Africa sounds awful.  Life expectancy is down to what, 30??  Thousands of people are infected with HIV, including just little children who get infected at birth.
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OK, that's my world issue.  I don't have any comment on it. 
Oh man, this game's not going too well.
I put blue nail polish on the bump on my stomach and it looks funny.  NO!!! I'm not weird!  It might be a chigger bite, and you're supposed to put nail polish on chigger bites!!!  HAHAHA if you didn't know what I was tlaking about at first, you might have been under the impression that I'm a freak.     .......
OK, I better go, I just made my mother angry.  I should learn just to keep my mouth shut when I'm all hormonal.