Goodness, what a week. And it's only thursday. But what a thursday it is!!
I made a thirteen hour road-trip this weekend with some friends (who did this entirely out of their own volition, and are the best shipmates a girl could ask for), who summarily deposited me in the middle of nowhere (my boyfriend's house) and left me there for a few days. Because we are an old couple, or at least because we act like it instead of the crazy twenty-somethings we are, we spent the weekend napping, discussing firearms, and watching episodes of NCIS and Bones. I made fun of him for reading Christine Feehan and he made fun of me for having little to no knowledge of proper pistol compensating techniques. Apparently, ladies, there is no such thing as a figure-8 movement compensation for the way ones hands shake which means either a) I was lied to or b) I wasnt listening very well when I was taught these things as a young'n because I was far too eager to go out and get some.
After an equally long drive home, I stayed up the few hours before class to finish up some stuff for a thesis deadline instead of sleeping, and also found out that while I was enjoying the beautiful scenery and rain of the pacific northwest, my county at home had spontaneously burst into flame and that, my loves, has been the past several days of worry for me. I am fine - I'm up at the academy - and my mother's house is just fine, but from all accounts it's been armageddon down there and this makes me quite nervous. Word from the grapevine is that things are getting contained now that the weather has shifted, and I am much relieved but still worrying. Please, keep San Diego county and her residents in your thoughts and send them good vibes. They need it.
On a more positive note, my Red Sox absolutely and without a doubt raped and butchered the Colorado Rockies last night. I almost wish that we were still playing Cleveland so that I could use the phrase 'scalped' but alas, so are the days of our lives. Josh Beckett (which is a synonym for 'awesome', 'golden god', and 'your daddy', for the uninitiated) was on fire last night. And by fire, I mean he spanked Francis good. It's generally a bad thing to have over a hundred pitches in the first four innings, Francis, and also you looked like you were going to cry or piss yourself the entire time.
Snark aside, for all of my anticipation about an intense game, since the Rockies have been playing pretty fierce in the post season, but mostly they came out in their batting practice jerseys (Why? What were you guys thinking? Vests with purple trim? To use someone else's words, I'm surprised Pedroia didnt steal your lunch money and make out with your girlfriends while you watched.) looked like scared kids, and walked-in run after run. I appreciate a complete and utter decimation as much as the next gal, but christ, colorado wasn't even trying.
Here's hoping for a great game tonight, guys! If I'm missing my law class to watch this game, I expect you to put in some effort, you hear me, Rockies???
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