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Rockies Win the Pennant!
I had been so good about writing in my blog each day and then I didn’t for a few days. Oh my.
Well the obviously great news is that the Rockies are going to the World Series!!!
I watched game four of the NLCS at Brian’s house. It was fun to watch. I took pictures with my phone after it ended!
The last out of the game involved Eric Byrnes, a shit talker who said that the DBacks had really been out playing the Rockies and that the Rockies are just lucky. After being so foolish he played terrible in game three and bad again in game four, making the last out. He tried to slide into first and of course couldn’t out-do Tulo’s throw.
Todd “Neck” Helton was certainly delighted with going to the World Series.
The Diamondbacks were not too happy about being swept.
Meanwhile the Rockies celebrated in the only way they know how, getting super gay with each other.
Besides experiencing Rockies fever, I’ve mostly been doing work and not doing work. By not doing work, that means sitting at work and doing other stuff. How bad! Also, my BFF Mike is back from his trip and he’s not looking forward to work either, so we’ve been wasting time together.
I wish I had more to report, but I don’t seem to. If I had my writing file from the class I took I’d post a funny story, but I do not.
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Write It Out
“Everyone has their own voice,” the writing instructor told us over and over again. Her name was Elizabeth. She was a tall and slender woman who resembled a red-headed Shelly Long. She was bubbly, warm, and overwhelmingly positive about everyone’s writing samples, no matter how sub-par.
A view from my side. I was the only one who had a laptop there. Losers! I’m glad I didn’t have to hand write everything.
And she taught us to write exactly like this. She gave us exercise after exercise and I found myself not really writing better, just writing more. I suppose I learned a few techniques to organize my thoughts before typing them out, and therefore I feel it was worth it.
Ok, ok, enough proper writing!
Ahhh….how I missed the exclamation points!!!!
So yeah, my class was good. There were a lot of people there of all varieties. Naturally there were the stereotypical characters. The old racist lady who kept using the word “colored” in her writing in reference to black people. The rastafarian-wannabe with dreadlocks and a soft spoken voice. He wrote about meeting his girlfriend for the first time at the smoothie shop he works at. The awkward older gentleman who only read one of his samples, which happened to be about our instructor. The annoying marketing woman (no, not me), with an east coast accent and a starbucks to-go cup that wrote about nothing consequential. And finally the difficult self-proclaimed genius. He explained himself to us. He explained his quarks, his abilities, and his lifestyle. For example, he apparently cannot write, spell, or type. He dictates his stories. So while we were all writing he was sitting there with his eyes closed thinking of the story he would tell us. In a way it was impressive because he would improvise. He loved to use the word belligerence.
Anyway, I had fun writing. I ended up writing about the most random things: adopting Persephone, our family van, a walk I took around varsity pond with Mike, and a lifegaurd I knew when I was a kid. I’ll try and post some of it on here.
It was fun to be in a class on campus. I don’t go into the classrooms often. This class was in a building called Hale, which is gorgeous always, but really pretty this time of year.
Hale in the fall.
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Rock Me
Oh how I love my Rockies. I fancy each one and apparently they fancy me, even if they don’t know it consciously, because they keep making me smile.
So it was a pretty good game, except that the Diamondbacks fans freaked the fuck out and acted like sore losers. You see D-Backs’ Upton tried to take out my boy Kaz on what would have been a successful double-play. The umps totally did the right thing and called both runners out. The fans went ballistic and starting throwing stuff on the field and going crazy. Rockies manager Clint Hurdle totally rocked and pulled the players off the field until they calmed down.
And now the fucking TBS assclown analysts are talking about how players should be able to interfere like Upton did, even though the rules say no. Biased? Screw you Frank Thomas.
Anywho….this is kind of unreal for us Colorado folk. This season has totally been worth me getting pooped on by a bird at the Rockies game I went to on Memorial Day.
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About Me
Hi! I'm Rochelle. Welcome to my blog. This is a space that’s almost like a scrapbook, a little bit of a rant room, a gallery of creative work, and a dash of nonsense. My life is not terribly exciting but I have a lot of creative energy that’s got to be focused somewhere.
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