H A Double L O W Double E N

You know, Halloween is one of those words that I sing a song to know how to spell. I know I'm not alone, Ashley does it too. Do it with friend too but not all the time. Once in a while I'll find myself singing it as I'm spelling it. "I'm a F R I E N D Friend in deed!" Damn elementary school...

Anyway, Happy Halloween. Mine is going to be filled with night class and some suckers. That's about it. Talk about semi-depressing afternoon, first in my one class we finished watching the movie about Rwanda and well nightmares tonight thanks to the gruesome images. Genocide does not make for a nice nights sleep. Then, in my other class I was sitting there, enjoying a pink lemonade sucker and I drop it. Yeah. I drop the damn thing. Actually it was more of a fling. I was holding it and absently minded bent the stick and it went flying. A perfectly good sucker right down the tubes. I wasn't nearly done with either, that's the real kicker. And right now I just opened another, a mystery flavored one and YUCK. It was chocolate. Who in the hell would think that's good? I like chocolate when it will melt in my damn mouth not be disintegrated by my spit. (yeah, that was a little gross..sorry) So now I have a grape. And it is delicious.

Le Sigh. Anyway something more intelligible than my woes of candy.

Francisco (oooh that's fun to say) Cordero might not re-sign with the Brewers just because he wants more cash. The team wants him, he's happy in Milwaukee, he's just being a dickwad and holding out for money! That drives me nuts. Athletes and their need for millions of dollars. Oh boo hoo. You poor thing, on you're salary you might not be able to go buy that third house you've always wanted not to mention the $400,000 car. It is just cruel and unusual to expect you to get by with just two multimillion dollar houses and the cars you have now.
Give me a break. You play freaking baseball for a living. Oh that's a tough job. Why don't you go get a real one and make $35,00 a year and see how you like it mmk? Cripes. Half the reason why I and many I know can't stand the Yankees is just that. The big wallet to buy the talent. The other half consists of just pure annoyance and other things. Won't bore you with it, though I'm guessing that it's too late.

Still waiting for that intelligible thought? Yeah alright.

Well, I am completely intoxicated with the idea of writing something, a story, a movie, a whatever, in a epistolary form. Except instead of using letters as the narration using a blog. It'd be classic literary form meets the 21st century. Not so much Sex and the City where the show is narrated from Carries articles because that, to me at least, isn't a true narration of the events. It's more her posing questions about dudes and doing it.

I don't know. I think it could work, but how exactly I'm not sure. The idea has been kicking around in my head for a little while now.

Alrighty. I feel like laying down so I think I might.

Hasta la pasta