Monday...Holy Fuck

Holy fuck I hate Monday...and I know everyone who reads this will feel the same. Monday has no place on this Earth, although I suppose if we didn't have Monday, we would all despise Tuesday, and thats certainly not Tuesday's fault, so lets not heap that burden on him OK? Speaking of Holy fuck, how about them Pens?!?! We are witnessing something special here people. This team has what it takes to go all the way and bring the Cup back home to Pittsburgh, and I can't think of a better way to do it, than going through Philly at some point. I hate them more minorities hate legal citizenship (ouch! just kidding...I meant to say legal jobs!). Well, now that I got that stereotype out of the way, and bashed the Flyers, lets move on to bigger and better things. My day was a god damn roller coaster ride of fun and mental anguish. First, I had a test in Java Programming (again), which I think I did well on, it was just a lot of thinking that I would otherwise not do prior to lunch, especially on a Monday (holy fuck!). After my class, I switched majors at BC3 from Computer Technology: Transfer, to Computer Technology: PC and Network Specialist, I figure I might as well get an actual Associates Degree while I'm there and go back to school for the Bachelors once I find a real job. My evening went a little downhill because you see, there's this girl....very nice girl, very pretty, very fun to talk to, but I think I upset her at work, although she won't admit this, my gut tells me I'm right, and if that is the case, I'm very sorry (if she's reading this tonight). I will say nothing more on this subject because its no one else's business(doesn't that defeat the purpose of a blog though?!?!)...and she makes me smile, 'nuff said. Before I finally finish this post and go away for the evening, I feel compelled to tell everyone of the hero that is Stephen Wiles (and myself to a certain extent). With our dek hockey team down 4-3, with our team shorthanded, I hit my brother cutting across center dek with a pass that couldn't have been any more perfect, sending him on a breakaway to tie the game on a nasty ass deke that left the 1930's style goalie's jock strap somewhere on Sawmill Run Road. This all occurred in the middle of a monsoon, which the aforementioned female had braved in order to watch our game :-)....of course 1 minute later my defensive ability was called into question, when rather than fucking someone's day up in front, I allowed the winger to cut right to the net and score the game winner....fuck me I felt like trash, I let the whole team down on that play...the only good thing that came from it is this: I will NEVER allow that to happen again, and will knock someone's teeth out in front of the net before I allow them to score like that (if anyone needs dental work let me know!). Well, I can't think of much else to say so I'm going to let everyone get on with their lives and stop reading about the lameness that is Wiggidy's World.