Carson Being Carson

I was just watching the Red Sox game, when I notice the Tigers’ reliever’s name is Charlie Furbush. Furbush? Really? It got me wondering what other silly names existed out there in the baseball world. I’m not even sure how some of these names could even be real…

Rusty Kuntz

Randy Johnson

Grant Balfour (As in ball four, get it? =/)

J.J. Putz

Milton Bradley

Kosuke Fukudome

Now, all of us have suddenly found ourselves transplanted from UMass, where there is always something going on, to our respective homes, where things move at a much different pace. The past few days I’ve been bored silly trying to come up with things to entertain myself, and the fruits of my labor have been… lackluster at best. So in an effort to push myself out of the lethargic state of created, here is a list of things I intend to do over the summer. Will I finish all of them? Probably not. Will I try? I certainly hope so.

- Read two books a week (including Artemis Fowl, Full Dark No Stars, the Sound and the Fury, and Catch-22)

- Learn Gaelic

-Fully level up in Black Ops

-Learn trombone

-Get a job =(

-Remain sane

Now, if I can get three out of these six things done, I will be quite happy. However, I’m pretty sure the only one I’ll accomplish is #4…

So today, I bombed a Logic test I needed to get at least a B on, was crippled by sadness as I tried to restart my novel that I lost completely when my hard drive died, Lyongrad was set back to before I even joined it, and my girlfriend admitted to loving the marching band more than me… Well, at least the Red Sox are winning…