Oh and THIS

Don't get me wrong here, I ain't no birds fan, but this stupid commercial gets me everytime:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bnLN6DuHXPQ

Look at that. Technically two posts in one day. HAWT DAWG

The leaves are changing

...or mostly just dying and making slippery spots on the sidewalks. Yes, beautiful fall is beginning to arrive in Boston. October is my favorite month of the year, culminating in my favorite day/night - Halloween! This year I'm a little worried that, unlike college, I'll only have one night to dress up. I feel compelled to wear the 15 dollar child's Notre Dame cheerleader uniform I bought on ebay two weeks ago, but I have to figure out some angle on it so I'm not just a lame-o cheerleader.

Speaking of Notre Dame, both my football teams won this weekend! Who all seen McNabb scramble say yeahhhh. Okay, I realize that both teams played pretty mediocre in their respective games, but I'm going to brag like an asshole anyway. Weekends with double wins like this come around so rarely in my life.

 Like ever. That brings me to another thing, sorry to Miss Katelyn Langs that I did not blog on the topic she suggested:

katelynlangs: who should play next weekend...mcknabb or vicks

Good question Pants. I guess I just wasn't on the ball on that one. I'll try to step my game up for ya.

Diligent blog reader...keepin checks on the non-ginger internet-based media.

I saw Ben Affleck

...in the movie "The Town" tonight. No, not in real life yet, but that day will come. Apparently he is very tall in person which only enhances my desire to stand next to him. Blake Lively stole the movie though, with brilliant lines including "Boys like me" and "You gotta chase the rabbit to get the tail...my mom told me that." No doubt I will be repeating these at the BHP next weekend. It's no secret I've been neglecting the blog again. Grad school started up and I have my hands full with shooting boxers in Southie and annoying people with my microphone. Last weekend I tried to get some guys to talk on tape and they all pretended they couldn't understand me. Hey Emilios employees - nice try but I live around the corner, I know you habla Ingles. Also, my football teams are dragging ass all over their respective fields and the Red Sox are closing out a miserable injury-ridden season. It's not a fun time to be a fan...when do the C's start playing again? I've been here for 4 months now, which is pretty crazy. Some days it still feels like some kind of extended trip and sometimes I catch myself feeling at home, but most of all it feels weird to be away from my college friends for so long. I miss my teammates and even miss some of the routine of lacrosse. But I recently joined the Boston Sports Club which is awesome because they have TVs on every machine and good looking boys to watch while I work out. Creepinnnnnn! 

You want me to show you the shake weight?

Who Says You Can't Go Home?

Nation, I report to you from beautiful Maryland, land of lax bros, horses, and identity-conflicted Orioles fans. I'm happy to say that all is well down here. Sure my parents' house is completely different. I don't even have a bedroom here anymore. Yes, some of my high school friends have moved away and geography and college has separated me from many others over the years. But some things never change.

It's surprisingly comforting to open the Washington Post each morning and read the crucially important reports from training camp, (Haynesworth still runs with an inhaler strapped across his face, Cooley's shorts grow shorter). Soon I will sit down and count the average times the Post uses "McNabb" and "Superbowl." It's now 40 days until we face the Cowgirls, and I'm feeling a mix of excitement and panic. I need to find a place that shows Skins games, and I need to gain the confidence (or stoop to a new low) to watch the Skins alone, alone in some bar that has gone against the tidal wave of New England sports.

I'll be back in Boston tomorrow, but tonight it's all about reliving the Glory Days - Little Hill, 2400 M, Mcfaddens (McFaddens DC!). Tomorrow it's back to work and the gingiest roommate. Maybe rather than count down the days to Redskins season I should be preparing myself for grad school to start? August 30th y'all.

My Mouse is Wicked Smaht

SOOOOO I'm updating the blog in my living room right now, and who have I seen 3 times in the past hour alone? Justin! Now you're probably asking yourself, who is Justin? Is this some smokin hot New England guy that keeps dropping by our apartment? Nope. Justin is the little mouse that just will not die. 

Maybe mice in such close vicinity to Harvard and MIT (and obviously BU) are smarter than ordinary mice, because we've had a mousetrap out for almost 3 weeks and I have legitimately seen Justin waltz by that thing a number of times. He's not only too smart for cyanide, he's a bold little rodent. This guy saunters around the kitchen in broad daylight looking for fallen lucky charms. I scream at him, he runs back under the oven or fridge, and comes right back out 20 minutes later. I think we're going to try different traps...or a trip from the one and only Jackson...

In other news, I joined a boxing gym in Boston...in South Boston! Hopefully I won't have to use any combos I learn walking between the T and the gym. I mean, really.

Tell me lies, tell me sweet lil Julys

Thank GOD the World Cup is over. I mean really, I could only take so much more preaching from dudes on Boylston street about how rewarding it is to be a soccer fan during this whole thing. I'm sorry, the only sports to me that are worse to watch than soccer are golf and figure skating. The truth is that the only people who are soccer fans are former soccer players and people who studied abroad in some soccer-crazed country. And that makes things even worse because I apologize, but I really can't listen to you analyze boring soccer games AND explain to me how Barcelona changed your life your junior year, alright? People said to me, "But Mego, don't you want to cheer for team USA?" And I said, "Abso-fuckin-lutely! That's why we have TWO seasons of Olympics every 2 years. So I can watch snowboarding and basketball."

I understand what it's like for these poor soccer bastards. I played lacrosse and 85% of Americans don't care about that sport, but I don't pretend like something's wrong with them because they're not into it. There's a reason why most Americans get over soccer when they hit high school, that's all I'm sayin. And seriously, NEVER let those South African horns invade any sporting event again. Listening to those things was actually worse than listening to Lebron talk about all he's done for the city of Cleveland. Lebron? Thanks for ruining the NBA just when it was getting interesting again. In the words of Forrest Gump, That's all I got to say about THAT.

Barstool's hilarious T-shirts^

Shit My Roommate Says

Alaska is a very bright (and not ginger-wise) young woman with much to offer the city of Boston. That being said, she says some questionable shit:

"What's Rondo's last name?"

"Where's Ronaldo?" (During a Celtics game, when Rondo was benched)

"I actually like the smell of dead mice"

"Wait, Drake does his own reenactments?" (Confusing a televised concert with a reality show)

Me: We're going to Harp, it's a bar by the Garden.

Cab Driver: Okay-

Alaska: The Public Garden?

Me: No, no the basketball one...you know the TD Bank one? The Boston Garden?

Alaska: Mego, you can just call that the Garden.

"It's not that I can't swim, I learned to swim in saltwater. I just sink in freshwater. Like a pool."

Alaska: You would describe me as someone who doesn't follow sports? I was an athlete!

Me: Alaska, you couldn't name any Celtics.

Alaska: Ray...

Me: Allen.

Alaska: Yeah, Ray Antwon!

"Guess what, he used to be fat too!"