Lighten up

In order to offset all the boo-hooing thats been going on on this here blog Ive decided to focus a little more on the things that are pleasing me lately. Like:

My pool game. I kinda murdered a girl in 9 ball last night. Finally! My 9 ball game is finally coming around and I think its mostly mental. Well maybe its a 50/50 mental/skill thing, but either way, Im getting both. I played 9 ball really well last week too, so Im hoping that I can keep it up for the two remaining weeks of this session. If nothing else, at least Im not intimidated by the game itself anymore.
Being able to play well outside of league is pleasing me to no end. Being a girl and playing pool in a bar and running the table is something I dont think boys ever get used to, and watching them squirm gives me the sickest sense of satisfaction. Last night after Kelly and I played our league matches, we decided to wind down with a game between the two of us at our bar. To our surprise, our bar was pretty packed for a Tuesday night, and there were a few sets of quarters on (the only) pool table ahead of us. So when its finally our turn these boys have the table (inherited from their friends who were leaving) and they want to play doubles so we oblige. Anyway, long story short, they won a best-two-out-of-three series but only because I scratched on the 8 in one game, Kelly had slightly over-served herself in the adult beverage department, and I was distracted by how cute they were. But, we gave them one hell of a run for their money, which they obviously did not expect. In the end, they conceded that we were the superior players and I feigned humility with a very half-assed "oh, thats not true." It was true that we were the better players, and perhaps if they caught us on a different night, or even earlier that night, we might have embarrassed them a little.
I'd like to get over that whole being distracted by the cuteness, though, as it is the cute ones that I want to beat the most.

Anyhoo!

The fact that I have surrounded myself with hilarious people. Seriously, like 95% of my friends are absolutely hilarious and it fucking saves my life every day, I think. The other night, after the two incidences mentioned below, I was feeling particularly shitty until I poked around on Facebook and was cheered the fuck up by all of the witty and silly and hilarious little things my friends have to say about everything. Case in point: I DARE you to watch this remake of We Are The World my friend Scotty made and tell me that it did not make your fucking day -




One day we will rule the world.

Until then, something for breakfast.

xo