US Open begins

Crazy game. That match was so intense.... 2-time US Open champion Andre Agassi at his last Grand Slam ever, and he was neck and neck with an opponent who's name was also Andre...

I mean, of course you'd root for the guy who's been so awesome in the 20+ years in tennis history... or do you show some love who has also proven that he can in fact beat Andre the Great? How rude was it that the audience was rooting only for Agassi, even when almost every match was a tiebreaker??

I'm tellin ya.... the entirety of the 23,000 fans in the stands was loud as hell... I dunno if I was actually down there playing the game I'd be nervous and feel so much pressure because as the last series, you'd want to leave on a good note, right? You wouldn't want to get kicked out of the tournament only after the first round...

They wouldn't shut up. Someone even had the nerve to yell out 'There's only ONE Andre!"
Felt like they didn't even give the other guy a chance. He could have very well been the one to say "I was the one to beat Agassi at his last showing of the US Open" and then, his career would have just skyrocketed from there, then he'd win more money, then he'd get endorsements and then onto commercials...

Well, anyways, congratulations to Andre [Agassi]... I'm sure Steffi Graf is damn proud of her husband for making it through that non-traditional match. I want to see more of their kids though.... that cute boy of theirs needs to play more tennis on TV vs. Taylor Dent.

Sigh... I miss Blacksburg already.

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Just some of the activities I did when Ysmaelle came over for the week...

Now I just have 3 more days left! PENSACOLA OR BUST!

One week update:

Talladega Nights: terrible movie. Lorie and I wanted to walk out of it and I can't believe it won me over with those previews. It was such a let down! And I was all ready for that type of humor too.. or was I maybe I was just too bored and tired today to really give it justice.

The corps is back in town, the parking lots are flooded, the kids are running around drunk hitchhiking for Hooptie Rides. Well, that means one thing: the clubs aren't going to be half empty anymore. Great great great...

I don't think I like boys as boyfriends.
I like boys as boytoys. And I've just been too ashamed to admit that, but hey, what the hell. It's out. So sue me. Kiss my ass! Haha.

I feel like watching something... maybe I'll check out the Kiss Me, Kate musical on Sunday..? Who's with me?

23 days

I was lucky enough to steal my boo away for Wednesday night Salsa Massive at the club formerly known as Burruss Square Tavern... now Oge-Chi's

He's leaving me next weekend! For TBS! Who's gonna be there to talk to? To chill with? To mess up my hair and do all the other things he does?

Boooooooo.

You can do it. All you have to do is push yourself.

I really didn't think I had that much endurance in the water.

So after Jon Marta put me to the test and told me to just worry about staying afloat and not doing the crawl stroke, I was ecstatic. Then after asking how many laps I should do, he said to do a quarter of a mile.

That already sounded dreadful. I'm supposed to be able to do a mile in a flight suit.

Then I calculated it: 1/4 mile = 9 laps = 18 lengths.

As far as being blind during the swim, losing my hairtie in the middle of it, and having a funky neck pain... I actually thought I could have done one more lap after the 9th one. It was a fabulous feeling afterwards.

And thanks to the morning banana, my foot didn't spaz. Huzzah!


Night #2 at the Cap'n's... where I watched JP for the first time and we ate pizza and I think attempted to play every single card game in the book. Sigh... gotta start bringing board games I think.

Duty ensign in the morning! Later, kids.