Meh (58 Days)

August 6, 2009

58 days.
That’s all.
58 days and I will be a free bird.
58 days and I may cry a few tears of joy.
58 days and I’ll scream and laugh and swoon.
58 days and the regular season starts.
Thank fucking God.

I haven’t been on here in a while because I’ve gotten easily distracted by writing and reading fan fics. And you know what I realized today? I’m so over all of that. I mean, why would I get caught up reading a story about someone’s unrealistic life? You know, the one where you’re friends with all the Penguins and you’re married to Kris LeTang but you’re having an affair with Max Talbot AND Jordan Staal. Like, come on. Please. These stories would be semi-interesting if they had any real morals or values at all, but they don’t. And nothing about them is realistic. It’s all bull shit. So I’ve stopped reading/writing them for now, and I’m going to focus more on this blog. This is real life, and this is what is important to me right now.

Welcome me back, loves.

Alex, Start A Blog, Seriously. I Love You

June 10, 2009
  • I didn’t know they called Sergei ‘Gonch’. That sounds really macho…I’m gonna name my kid Gonch. It sound kinda like The Hulk. The Gonch. “Hey, Gonch, come here for a sec…” Hmmm…weird.

    • I always knew Heatly was a douchebag. To make matters worse, I even told you a couple times, but did you ever listen? NO. Now look who’s a quitter? You should have seen it coming, I mean what kind of a team player just stands COMPLETELY still all game long (and I mean no foot movement whatsoever) and then scores a hat-trick? I dunno how he does it, but those are the signs of a major ass-monkey. Trust me. I said the same thing about Spezz a while back and then look who almost got traded? Luckily, JayJay (my new name, just thought of it now) smartened up a bit, and kicked major foreign booty in the Worlds.
    • Johnny Toews speaking french kind of makes me hate him a little bit. Just a little. He sounds like…like…RACINE. ewwy! And he’s all like, “Jambes de grenouille, merci Monsieur, tres delicieux, merci. Aurevoir.” Douche face francophone. Yeah, thats right. I just called Tazer a douche face francophone. Deal with it.
    • -al with love and stuff
    • P.S: Going to game 7 baby! WHOOT WHOOT!!!! Thank you Jordan Staal. Eric, I miss you. Your wife is a slut. If it weren’t for her you wouldn’t have a record. Your little brother has done time, thanks to you! You have such bad taste!P.P.S (from last message): I’ve decided that Gonch is a too manly name for my kid. It’s also a hard name to live up to. I’ve decided that if I have a boy, his name shall be Marc-Andre. If I have a girl, she shall be Geno. I think that’s an awesome name for a girl. She’d kick ass. She’d be like the schoolyard bully who beat up the geeky kid named Marc-Andre.
    • EDIT : I think the people who read underdog obsessed should know about Tyler. They’d be very happy to learn that he’s staying in your house right now and that you wear Jordan Eberle’s shorts to gym class. You are a famous person’s cousin, take advantage of it. If I were Tyler’s cousin I wouldn’t waste a second telling the whole damn world. Now, you can. Do it. And tell him I say hi and tell him who I am, because if you don’t he’ll just think I’m this random stalker person who’s obsessed with him. ……don’t answer that.
    • Hugs and stuff,
    • Al
    • P.S. Did you notice how I said Tyler instead of Tyler Myers? I’m growing as a person! Yay! Cept, saying Tyler Myers is like saying Adam Burish. The Tyler can’t go without the Myers, just like the Adam can’t go without the Burish. Enough said.
    • The word ‘Burish’ is kind of starting to sound like some sort of Indian burrito. It’s losing it’s charm.

    Just A Tip…

    June 5, 2009

    Just a tip, NEVER play a hockey drinking game against your cousin who can aparently withstand INTENSE amounts of alcohol.

    My head, is pounding.

    I have actually labeled a bottle of SKYY Vodka with ‘PLAYOFFS’ written on the side in Sharpie. 

    It’s like the Staal Brothers Drinking Game all over again.

    Mahjah headaches.

    Wicked game, do it Pens!

    What a game, what a win.
    It was the effort we needed.
    And we’ll do it again.
    GO PENS.

    Judging Those Staals

    June 4, 2009

    So, before my ex-blog was so vulgarly and inhumanely deleted, my friend Alex, commented that I needed to talk more about the Staals. I agree. I love those Staal boys, to death.

    As she quotes: 

    Eric: The Extremely Good-Looking Elder
    Jordan: The Hot Young Superstar
    Mark: The Unknown and The Underappreciated
    Jared: The Unfourtunate

    Oh poor Jared.

    “I think you should put a post about the staals up there somewhere. There are four of ‘em, i mean how cool is that? How often do you get four hot guys of the same blood all playing in the NHL at the same time? Not very often, I can tell you that.”

    “… shine a bit more light on Mark and Jared. I mean seriously, when you say Staal, people think Eric or Jordan, not Mark, and obviously not Jared. He’s unfortunate.”

    It is kind of unreal that their are three, and soon-to-be four, Staals in the league. I think they’re the only set of brothers that have passed two at the moment.

    Ever notice how … adorable Jared is? Jordan WAS my favorite, but I think I’ve changed my mind. Plus, half of them have been arrested, which make them … endearing. Don’tcha think?