Our Heroes

The Boston Red Sox stole my heart and Geoff and I have watched every minute of their season, leading up to their victory in the World Series last night.

I cannot tell a lie - I had tears in my eyes as I watched Mike Lowell (my very dear favorite) accept his World Series MVP trophy.


(Stephen Dunn/Getty Images)

See here for pics-
http://sports.yahoo.com/mlb/teams/bos/photos

O-R-they?

So Mike Doughty says that the new Wes Anderson movie, The Darjeeling Limited is very good, and I, for some reason, always wholeheartedly trust his opinion.

Maybe I will see it this weekend.

I don't like how everytime the film is brought up, someone has to mention that Owen Wilson tried to kill himself.

No shit. Leave the poor guy alone.

I think I would actually hate to be famous...

RED SOX WIN!!!!

So after an nail-biting series against the Cleveland Indians, the Red Sox won the ALCS!
Geoff and I jumped around like kangaroos, sniffed around for some footage of Jonathan Papelbon dancing like a wacko, and then I fell into bed, completely exhausted.

In fact, I am pretty sure I was in a coma this morning, because I didn't hear Geoff get up and get ready at all. And I barely remember getting ready myself. Wow.

We might go to Boston this weekend to watch a game in a friendly, equally-obsessed bar. Although, to be honest, I am pretty terrified of the Rockies. Those guys are hungry and I can attest to Mike Lowell's YUM factor (though my boyfriend is cuter than anyone.)

We'll see what happens!
Also, keep your eyes peeled for any video of Pap doing his Irish jigs/Riverdances/who-knows-what-else!

Jealousy, Frustration, Felicity and her hair issues

So the weather is finally doing what I want.
I have a bunch of upcoming days off, including Halloween and my birthday.
I love my boyfriend so much, it breaks my heart when he leaves the room.

Perfect? Almost.

I miss school. And feeling like I had a purpose. And having an interesting day, learning things, going to work and screwing around with my friends there. I miss the days of Urban when I always had someone to catch up with. I miss New Haven, and running around the corner to Koffee, shortbread cookies at Au Bon Pain, sharing chicken fingers with James. And I even miss New York, Geoff's old neighborhood, that deli around the corner, braving the subway alone, Geoff's cold nose pressed into my cheek when he finally got home.

I like my life. I love my apartment and my weekends. But I am feeling a little lost.
And lately, because I have been watching Felicity on DVD, I miss Diana and feel badly about how things ended. An unanswered phone call because I just couldn't take any more criticism, any more negativity. I guess that's not so wrong.

Oh well. I always feel better when I get home.

Dear Zeus, please let the Yankees lose hard.

I would like nothing more than for the Indians to embarrass the pants off of the Yankees and send them packing early because Yankee fans are convinced that they are better (you know, than...like...everyone) even though the Indians whooped their pinstriped butts on Thursday night.
So now the statement "I root for two teams - the Red Sox and anyone who plays the Yankees" really has significant meaning for me now.
And can someone tell A-Rod that no one wants to see his friggin gum every two seconds. That man is truly everything I hate in human beings.

Other than that, things are going well.

A long Columbus Day weekend is 52 minutes away and Geoff and I are getting burritos tonight, which always make me very happy.

I also find myself really into The New Adventures of Pippi Longstocking on youtube even though Geoff told me that he thought that particular Pippi was "hot". That Swedish Pippi from 1969 is looking better and better.