U I vethed na I onnad.

This is my life.

I go to the Yankees game. I sit in my seat and surrender to the inevitability of the guy behind me explaining EVERY. SINGLE. play to his small child. The camera man comes over to take shots of our section for the center field screen.

And misses me.

By a row.

He's interested in a girl with blue hair who is two rows in front, and so by default of physics he will only manage to film her and the people directly behind her.

THIS IS MY LIFE WRAPPED UP IN FIFTY SECONDS.

(And then Baltimore won.)

But at least I got to see Ichiro in pinstripes.

Now I'm off to finish my tea, take a shower, and attempt to sleep off this weird not-cold that hasn't gone away all week.

Not at all related to my previous TV post.

I have a new, pretty, flowery layout. Just in time for summer. It is far more exciting than it should be.

Sometimes out of pure vanity I search for myself. Both in main LJ user name and my writing journal. I don't expect much to show up and usually nothing does, or it's a friend writing about me in a post or something. Today I found Typeset used three times and my name used once on the recent JE hate meme - and all as reccommendations. There are not words enough to say how ridiculously happy that makes me, especially since I haven't written anything in a while. (I could make a million excuses about that but it comes down to not having had the will power to just sit down and write recently, and being too lazy to force it.) I am going to sit in a corner and grin stupidly now.

I don't think I've ever really iterated how much I love mens' figure skating. I really love mens' figure skating. Like burning. I just saw Plushenko, and that makes me happy, but hot damn was Takahashi's routine good.

And they're first and second. I can agree with this.