Ugh, I’m weak and a comment whore, so I’ll jump in on the trend.

Post your name and I’ll respond with what I think about you <3

Funny how things can all fall apart in a matter of a week, no?

Welp, same old same old, seems like I have one prospect barely hanging on by a damn string in A ball….  And in the old days, she probably would’ve been cut by now.  But that was then, this is now.  I think it has to do with the fact that all my classes are dudes, and my work is all 50+ year old women.  I tried to get them to hire a hot girl, but one who applied didn’t show up to the interview (wtf?) and then this girl who applied and actually showed up (not hot) will more than likely be hired (and she should because she has the credentials…  WHAT CREDENTIALS?  I DO THE CROSSWORD PUZZLE ALL DAY!)  But I digress…

Spring break plans anyone?  Cuba???? Anyone?  Didn’t think so…  I think I’m just going to stay in Lafayette and take care of some business over the week…  Anyone who will still be in town, throw me a comment… 

I changed my buddy list around, now there’s a bunch of groups… There’s “People I really like” “People I like” “People who used to be friends” “Family Members” “Purdue People I Like” “Purdue Randoms” and “People Who Broke My Heart”. A lot of you are in “People Who Used To Be Friends” or “Purdue Randoms” because you don’t talk to me enough. hah. It’s not that we aren’t friends, it’s just that we don’t talk enough. We’re merely acquaintances now.
Completely demoralized, once again

Okay, so the world of dating prospects is very much similar to baseball’s minor league system.  I’m going to explain it for you guys, and then show you how I’m the Yankees on the dating scene. 

There are four levels of prospects…   A (pronounced Single A, or A-ball), AA (Double A), AAA and the Majors.

People in A ball are basically people you have just met, but you want to see if you can cultivate any interest in you, et cetera.  There could be roughly 10-15 people in A ball at any time…   Like baseball, many teams (in this case, other people) share a common A team, so your chances of the A leaguer making it up to the majors is slim, but it exists.

The next level is AA.  Like baseball, this is the area where you have the most hope in your prospects.  AAers are people who have expressed interest in you, but you guys don’t hang out, and if you did, it would be awkward, as neither of you know whether or not you’re friends or more than friends.  A lot of the times, you’ll call up AAers to the Majors.  Especially late in the season (when you’re desperate for a left handed long reliever, perhaps).

Above that, of course is AAA.   AAA is an interesting combination of characters.  There are the AA guys who are not quite ready to jump into the pros, so they’re brought to AAA, to benefit from the wisdom of the other group…  The old major leaguers who still think they have it, but they don’t.  So the old major leaguers share their experiences with the young guys (girls in this case..) and hopefully impart some choice words.  So these ex-major leaguers, in this analogy would be anyone from ex-girlfriends who you remain friends with, to people you tried to date but things didn’t work out when you were “together”, and so you retain your friendship…

The major league is reached once you start seeing the person…  Girls can have a short stint in the majors before they’re sent back down to AA or AAA, or they can have a career in the majors… hopefully for the same team.   Sometimes they make the hall of fame, and you don’t forget them…  Sometimes they go off to Japan to be a star there, and you never see them again…  Sometimes they just disappear off the face of the earth, and you never hear of them again.  Sometimes, they decide to be the GM and trade herself to another team, without your notice.  And once you find out, you have no option but to cut the contract. 

Okay so that’s the system of prospects, cut and dry for everyone to see.

Now that Yankees comment, why did I say I was like the Yankees on the dating scene?

My farm system is absolutely destroyed.  I have ONE fucking A baller, and 0 in AA/AAA.  And most definitely nobody up in the majors.   Unlike the Yankees, I can’t just buy players from other teams.  I think it’s unethical.  And Matt, before you start shit…  Jeter.  Okay, that’s one.   Mariano Rivera you stole from Cuba, so he doesn’t count.

I need to start making trades for prospects, but I have nothing to offer…  I can’t afford to just sit around and wait.

My world is turning completely upside down.

And I hate it.

Details, in short form: being “professional” all day, same old thing every day, no motivation for school, boring ‘real’ job, eliza having a boyfriend.  There goes the occaisional giggidy-giggidy.  Whatever, I’m not at that stage where I want to date anyone right now anyway.  For those of you keeping track of my bipolarity, this would be a “fuck ‘em, I don’t need girls” day, rather than a “I need a girlfriend right NOW” day…

Oh, and the nice watch Andrea bought me way back when stopped today. :-/

That’s all for now,  I need sleep

Okay well I haven’t updated in a bit so I guess I’ll update.  Fact of the matter is that I’ve been busy as hell lately. I spend about 10-13 hours a day at the airport now.  I dropped my Italian class (I’m not sure if I mentioned this before) because it looked like it would require effort.  Fuck effort.  14 credits with 1 of them being flying and the other being flight instructing.  So basically 12 hours.  And now that I type this I think I said it in my last sober entry.  Anywho…   The weather has been uber shitty here lately, with low overcast clouds and occasional light snow.  But it’s not cool looking snow, it’s the sleet/snow mix and it doesn’t accumulate, and keeps me from flying which is t3h gh3y. 

In other news, my birthday is coming up.  Like in a month, so yeah.  I’m trying to gauge interest on a joint birthday party with Scranton H2O aka Ryan Waters…….  Anyone at all interested?  There will be cheap beer.  And I don’t know about t3h b00b135 though.

I want to have a 1337-5p33k spelling bee… It would be ub3r-1337. 

Oh yeah I just remembered that I never told you guys about my greatest comeback in Madden ever.  It happened about 5 days or so ago…  I was playing the Patriots (as the Dolphins) and my QB (Jay Fiedler) just threw his 2nd consecutive INT returned for a TD, with 1:30 left in the third…  So I bring in Sage Rosenfels.  I’m down 32 points with 8 minutes to go, and I fucking drive down the field 6 times and win the fucking game.  I even threw an INT with 2:20 left and Darren thought I was a goner (down 12 with 1:57) but I drove down the field, got the onside kick and then fucking scored the game winner with :29 left.  It was remarkable.  Rosenfels threw for 324 yards in ONE QUARTER, 4 passing TDs and 1 rushing TD.  Truly an amazing event. 

That’s all.  Non sequiturs are cool.

Cops showed up at Mike’s party. That’s uber gay. I fucking hate cops. I hope they fucking choke. Claire had to flee with me, which meant that I had to carry her ass up the stairs. Sad. That was her LJ cameo and she requested it. She should feel tingly inside now. <3.

Hope Mike and Dave aren't in too much shit. Details to ensue. Darren needs to go away. He's an annoying drunk, but I love him.

We’re just kids and we’re bound to make our mistakes. Just let them happen and we’ll learn from them. It’s not your job to raise us, let us raise ourselves.

So it was 67 degrees yesterday, then there was 5 inches of rain and everything is flooded, now temperature is 28, expected to go down to 7 tonight, and there’s 2 inches of snow on the ground.  WTF?!?!?!!?!

Long weekend will be much appreciated.  Darren and I finally own a vaccuum so I’m going to clean.  I’m so cool nowadays… I look forward to having a clean apartment.  Sad.  Friday night with Eliza, Saturday night at Kirsten’s bash (d.b.a. Mike’s apartment) and Sunday night will probably just be a lay-low night…  We’ll see.

Been busy all week.  I dropped my only academic class (Italian) because the prof was a dick and I didn’t want to work hard this semester.  So I have 14 hours of the easiest classes ever.  I feel like Huy.  Instructing will take up time though…  But that makes me money so yeahhhhh for that.

That’s all I’ve got.  I’ve been debating whether or not I want to officially date Eliza… Uhono if I want to deal with the whole having a girlfriend thing… Meh who knows

Arizona trip………

I’ll shorten it because I’m gay like that.
Arrived in AZ, hung out with Huy all the days, even though I said I wouldn’t.  Night one hung out with Matt and then Adam at Adam’s house.  Went cruising with Huy.  No girls found

Day two was spent seeing Huy’s new bike and watching other people see Huy’s new bike.  Matt and I agree that it’s going to be the death of Huy.  Sadly.  Well, not so sadly for Matt as he wishes death upon Huy.   Night two was wings then playing a game at some girls’ apartment where a few quotables came up:
Guy giving clue in the Catchphrase game. “These girls are all….”
Me: “Whores!”   Laughter ensues.  Little do they know.    Me and Adam were working on a fucking uber-telepathic level.  Huy sucks, as expected, at this game.  Came home and talked with Huy until 5am

Day three was spent sleeping late and then going out to eat at this awesome italian place…  Night three was crew reunion night…  Met Hoss for the first time in forever.  He’s my favorite guy who drives an audi.  Or only guy, whatever.  He’s cleaned himself up re: hairy-ness (hairiness?) and his pants had zero, count them, ZERO holes in them.  Stay classy, Josh Johnson.  Remember I will always <3 you.  Somewhere in this night came the cool new thing to say.
Me: *sneeze*
Huy: Bless you
Me: Thank you
Huy: You’re welcome
Me: (not wanting the count to be in Huy’s favor) You’re a king among men
So whenever you sneeze, or just in general when someone tells you you’re welcome, tell them they’re a king among men, whether they’re male or not.
Night concluded talking with huy until 4 AM

Day four was the final day in AZ, spent it watching movies with Alexis, Huy, Adam and Toth after Huy elected to make it a sausage fest.  Night four ended up at Chelsea’s house.  She’s an LJ girl too, so then I put 2 and 2 together.  I met Nicola too who apparently is on LJ but I’ve never seen her comment.  I’ll add them as friends if/when they comment.  The quote of the night was when Tony was talking to Chelsea and they were standing by the fire and he told her that he’d “catch an ember for her” because he’s a fucking pussy and he was making some sort of emo metaphor in the fire.  I still love his ass though.  And then Matt threw a bottle of Corona in the fire, and we all thought it would explode, but it just kinda went “pfft”.  Then Matt peed on it and the thing exploded, putting shrapnel in Adam and Matt’s faces.  It was funny as shit.  Went to Filiberto’s, Matt got play from Nicola, or so we all believe, then shot the shit at Chelsea’s for a bit.  It was chill.  Hung out with Huy afterwards and pulled an all-nighter.  Went to IHOP at 7AM where there were a bunch of 14 year olds eating a birthday breakfast for two of the girls.  Huy couldn’t figure out how they got there.  One of the girls looked like a younger version of Ambrizzle.

Speaking of Amber, she totally flaked on me and ditched our cocoa setup.  Hmph.

In other news, I found out that I got 1 flight student and 1 sim student this semester.  Woot, cash = in my pockets.  And that’s all you’ll hear about that all semester y0.

24 hours from now I’ll be in Huy’s soft Asian arms as he hugs me and takes the fear out of my life.

Not really, but maybe.

Anyway, Arizona tomorrow. Hopefully it’ll be more interesting than Boston. Boston was boring. I definitely don’t want to live here over the summer. I really have no idea what I’m going to do for four days in Arizona, but yeah. Huy is a gracious host and I thank him for letting me stay there for however long, but is there anyone else I can stay with for a night? I’d feel really bad if I stayed with Huy for 4 nights…

On another note… I don’t get Myspace. I don’t understand why everyone likes it. I don’t think it’s that awesome… Meh, but whatever.

I’m getting a haircut tomorrow, finally. I really need one…

Trying to stay true to my new year’s resolution, I’m not going to comment about the Sofi pics in the other journal.

Crew reunion will hopefully be fun. Hopefully I won’t have time to update until Sunday, or after… But we’ll see.

Oh man, Kevin thought he was smarter than me, but he isn’t smarter than me, and I beat him in Trivial pursuit to demonstrate that he’s not.

I’m so 1337.