“Whatever happened to chivalry? Does it only exist in 80’s movies? I want John Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80’s movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life.”—Emma Stone,(Olive Penderghast) - Easy A (via suburbanprincess)
So, Saturday, what did I do? Oh yeah, opening day fishing, so I went out with my dad and some other peole fishing all day in the boat. It was fun, no one caught anything but it was still fun. After the first part of fishing we came back to the house and enjoyed a yummy dinner, then hung out on the back deck and listened some old “honky-tonk” music. Then at like 11 we went out fishing again and continued to catch nothing. It was fun though.
This morning me and my dad got up early and went to see my friends parents who were in town for a funeral, haven’t seen them in atleast 15 years. Then, we went back out to a different lake, in the middle of no where, and caught nothing. After that lake we went to another lake and caught a bunch of fish.
I got sunburnt today, all growing up I never got sunburnt, even after I moved to Florida, then all of a sudden I get burnt being outside for ten minutes.
So, my second day here. I’m already dead tired. I miss seeing my Red Sox play.
Got in yesterday at 2:20ish, my flights were both horrible, I hate the Chicago O’Hare airport, went to lunch, went to see my godparents (My dads great aunt and uncle), met some random people, and went to bed.
Today, I went on a hike, went to see my cousins (I think), went to the store, went to some rude ladies house, and now, I’m about to enjoy some delicious food. I’m covered in dog hair, and smell like wet dog, and dying of secondhand smoke. I’m such a complainer. Oh, and I have two papers to write, by Tuesday.
“So what? They’re here. Every April, they’re here. At 1:05 or at 7:05, there is a game. And if it gets rained out, guess what? They make it up to you. Does anyone else in your life do that? The Red Sox don’t get divorced. This is a real family. This is the family that’s here for you.”—Fever Pitch (2005)
Watching this game warmed my heart. In aftermath of bin Laden’s death by the Navy Seals, it put things into perspective. You turn on a Phillies/Mets game.. and the whole crowd is giving each other high-fives and smiles. For just a moment, there’s no bitter hatred. There’s just people. One unit….
No, not just because the Red Sox are winning, though that is a plus.
The Red Sox team is full of the most genuine people you will ever meet/know. The beginning of this game they played the national anthem with the large flag covering the green monster. They had a moment of silence before this for…