I thoroughly don't understand people who get so excited when watching sports. It's exciting, and the team represents a hometown. I get that. But yelling at the television screen, at the players, at other fans... YOU'RE NOT EVEN PLAYING. If you're actually being tackled and your bones are pushed close to their breaking point, yelling is completely justifiable then. It's not validated when you have chili nachos dripping down your chin. And people get so caught up in the individual players' performance. It must be so stressful being judged a few hours at a time when in reality, that person spend weeks upon weeks of their lives practicing for what could amount to be just a couple of public games. I get competitive and pumped up when playing sports. Lord knows I get excited when I'm in the middle of a tense video game. However, I am playing. How the game unfolds directly affects me. I am involved. It is first-hand. My hand is first to act because I am in control of my actions in that game. But if I'm watching someone else play... anyway, you get the idea. I don't get people. Morons.

I have a stomach ache. Not really sure what caused it. It might have been that turkey I had for lunch that had been sitting in the fridge for a few days past its life expectancy. Well, the expectancy of the turkey meat. The actual bird has been long dead. Hmm.. Does the sex of the animal dictate the quality of the meat? I've never considered that before until this moment. If I were a cannibal, I'd sure eat males for protein and females for something fatty and more... decadent. Generally speaking, of course. Jessica Biel has much more protein than most guys I know. Man, if I were a cannibal, I would be starving. I hang out with lots of programmers at UCSD, and let me tell you the computer science department is like a pile of skeletons. I'm starving. I mean, I would be if I were a cannibal.

Let me just clear up the last part: I am not a cannibal. I just think cannibalism is fascinating. Not the weirdo secluded island tribes that get sick of coconuts. That's boring. I'm talking about the sick serial killers who eat their victims. I've read stories of these people, journal entries and whatnot. The way they talk about the people they kill and eat is intimate and shows some serious calculation in who they choose. It's like they want a relationship with these people first before they eat them. I remember reading about this one guy who specifically went after a small child because she was nice and trusted him. It's odd to make friends with someone only to kill them and eat their flesh. Well, it's more than a little peculiar to do that for any reason. But I assumed people killed out of rage or other negative feelings towards a person, not admiration or affection. I don't understand people who kill other people. Almost as much as I don't understand why YOU KEEP YELLING AT THE FOOTBALL GAME THAT YOU'RE NOT EVEN A PART OF.