Before I begin to discuss the neglect this blog has gone through, I must say one thing. Marat Safin, I love you. Thank you for defeating Llayton...and Roger! I am quite proud of my layout dedicated toward you. Okay, now that's done, I want to defend myself by saying I haven't totally forgotten about this. I've been doing little odds and ends on the blog and domain for a while. I've fixed the spamming problem with the comments by adding MT Blacklist and a little script that makes you type in a number before posting. Annoying, I know. But it's the only way I can keep the comments section up. I've also found a picture of Mardy Fish that I've been trying to deciding how I want to add into a new layout. Plus, I've been toying around with many new scripts. I've finally got my paws on a vBulletin. I'm in love. There are so many functions and things you can do with it that it makes my head spin.
Well, the Aussie Open was a week or two ago. Wasn't that a roller coaster of emotions. I was in the computer lab for Health when I read Safin defeated Federer. I was speechless. Basically I was in a good mood because I cannot stand the man. Oh, and the tournament just opened up so much. I thought Andy would take it for sure. So I wake up Friday morning at 3am to catch the semi live (yeah it's pathetic. but i'm the same person who asked her dad for a 5 hour tennis match for xmas, only to watch it all in one night. that's just how i am. but in my defense, that was the best tennis match i've ever seen. period. plus, how the heck are you suppose to turn off a match 19 all in the 5th?! Itís impossible) and Andy takes the first set easy, even though both players were a bit flat, so I wasnít that worried. But somehow Andy lost not only the semi, but his number 2 ranking, his forehand somewhere in the 3rd, and his serve was lost too, but I don't want to get into that either. So that was quite a disappointment, especially with my dislike for Hewitt and his stupid "Come on!" with the fist pump crap. On top of that I got started to get sick with a cold that morning, and it still hasn't completely gone away.
So the super bowl is this weekend. I'm still so bitter toward New England for smashing Indy that I will probably be rooting against them, but it's probably no hope. I will only say one good thing about New England, which is that Tom Brady is quite possibly the best looking athlete in history. There. Anyhow, I think the whole school was in a state of mourning that Monday after Indy lost. I wouldn't have been surprised to have seen the high school flag at half mast.
All right, this was the longest entry ever, but that's what I (you) get when I never blog. I'll try to post more often, but, you know me.