my poor neglected livejournal

I'm not entirely sure how long it has been since I've actually updated. The cutting and pasting of tests that tell me a dragon don't really count. Game 2 of the day is on in a few. I'm very nervous. OH yes, and tomorrow night I am going to the game. Holy crap whenever i think about it i get very very excited, eek. **holds up 2 fingers to the fenway frank man** good god i can't wait. So amy and I had date day today. Which means that we each ordered a large pizza from dominoes (amy got a tomato, i got a hamburger) we each ate 5 pieces and now both feel rather icky. Also, we rented 2 movies which i am a little bit embarrassed to reveal, but ok here goes, sideways and miss congeniality. Shhhhhh. I know, amy picked them out, yet is it worse because i paid for them?? Ok game is on and i need to go pace around my living room for the next few hours and hope that the sox can kick torontos ass for a second time today or if they do have to lose that the yankees would be gracious enough to do the same. SEe this is exactly why i don't update ever, useless crap. Amy informed that the sort of stories i should put into my live journal are ones like this: At the red sox parade last year when i was standing on the banks of the charles watching the duck boat parade, I made eye contact w/ david ortiz whilst he had on his life jacket. It was very fun. Ok taht was almost a year ago, i need to go cheer the boys on again so that i can go to anothe rduck boat parade. wooooot wooot