bittersweet

well i sold my tickets to the met game last week and now i feel like an absolute shmuck.

i'm a huge fan, but i couldn't bear to watch them blow the division and watch a meaningless sunday game. but this game is far from meaningless.

john maine yesterday, by the by, what a game.

anyway, so i have a ton of work to do for tomorrow because i am a master putter offer of work. my buddy, however, called me right before the drunken stupor set in last night and informed me that he had an extra ticket to see bob dylan at harbor yard. elvis costello is opening up. yea, bob dylan's voice is beat now but the ticket's free so i will be sitting back just enjoying.

even better, how many people will be able to say they saw dylan, even if it is at the end of his career?

let's go mets because they already blew it. now it's time to stake a claim to what is rightfully theirs - the sucky national league. we'll know by tonight.

I almost forgot - FUCK PHILLY - ever since the phils made their run at the mets division, fans have come out of the woodwork supporting their team.

that is garbage.

public safety sucks.

be real.

musings from the cloud

newspaper meeting, a good turnout i must say.

it was outrageously humid today and i didn't wear underwear yesterday.

thursday night with no class on friday is most definitely the testicles.

however, having two days off every week (tuesday and friday) is definitely not helping my overall health.

i have been divorced from the gym for two years.

i could breast feed. it's time to go back to the gym.

public safety is a bunch of hooligans who terrorize students and create more problems than they help.

i'm done with fusa - probably for the rest of my time at fairfield. or at least until they fuck up the concert again.

bruce springstein has a new cd coming out - jersey still sucks. and stinks.

most importantly, this school has to care more about the kids and less about the egos.

all broad statements but hey, it's my blog. not yours and not fairfield's.

be real.

my throat feels like a dog's asshole

well not quite but i'm pretty sure it's close if i actually knew what a dog's asshole felt like?

anyway, i'm feeling quitting smoking cigarettes soon. i think it's time not just because it is a disgusting habit but because it is killing me.

if i quit, if i don't then i don't. We're all going to die someday. I could get lung cancer and not even smoke cigarettes. I'm not condoning smoking. picking it up was the stupidest decision i've made outside of sticking around at fairfield. na, i'm just playing - i love this snow globe.

anyway, here's the score - FUSA IS GOING TO GET IT BECAUSE THEY CAN'T HANDLE THE HEAT

be real

why no drunk bus?

Regardless of the strained town/gown relations, it is god damn irresponsible for the school to not have a drunk bus. While they acknowledge that students do drink, they refuse to be associated with anything that associates them with the drinking.

So essentially, as far as Fairfield U is concerned, I would be better served jumping in my car loaded, potentially crashing, even more likely getting a DUI now that they have so many of those damn cop checks on Post road, all because the University does not want to offer a simple solution.

My freshman year, I do not care what anyone says but I was at the boobytrap and walked out to find a Datco Fairfield bus down the block and me and my roommate caught it back to campus. Everyone on it was tit hammered. I believe the CT post wrote a little something on it. Good.

The mirror posed the question last year - i'm going to look into it again because it's not right that such a simple solution is such a problem.

And FUCK Fairfield cab - you're liable to end up in another state with those alchy bastards driving you around.

be real