First Home Football Game!!!
9/19: I have no idea what the hell we did, probably just slept in until nearly the football game. I played basketball actually! Anyway, time for the game, and I didn't think I would make it so I was chatting with Raphe's parents. The buses started leaving at 5:30 so I should have been there at 5:15 but I ended up getting there at like 5:45. I wasn't going to go since I was late because I thought I wouldn't get a seat (I didn't reserve one). I went eventually because I always try. I was in the line for unreserved seats when Shawn(my second cousin) came upto me from the reserved line. I was talking to him and his friends and we wound up close to the front of the line. I figured I would give it a shot, and worst case scenario, I would end up back into the line for unreserved seats. She scanned my Bruin Card, which came up "negative", so she asked for a reservation confirmation which I said I didn't have. Then she asked for a bus pass purchase confirmation, which I was scrolling through my gmail to show. A man says last call for the bus, and I said, "my friends are on it!" She says, "there it is, go!" and lets me go.
So now I'm on the bus with Shawn, his two roommates, one of their friends, and a group of girls from another room on his floor, Baillie, Alexus, and Emily. I'm chatting up a storm. They're laughing nonstop, and we're clicking really well. I just went from possibly not going to going hard on the bus. I love leading conversations. The roommates were looking at me in awe as I kept talking to all 3 girls. Baillie was really cute. Here's a picture from later on. I'd say we're both not photogenic (at least not here, sorry B).
We were down for the majority of the time. Forgive me, as I look at a play by play to remember our emotions. It is 3:29 AM on 9/30 as I break the 3rd wall and remind you I didn't remember the scenario well. I will make an alarm to write for my blog. This is very peaceful. The idea that I'm writing to no one, but everyone simultaneously. (since it's online) I write with an audience in mind of anyone....anyone at all. So the terminology I use and the way I sound may be very different than my nature in real life. These tangents are part of me and will most likely keep you interested in my blog.
It was all quite cinematic actually. Early on, these drunk girls came in to our left on the aisle. I started talking with the Indian guy in front of me about android phones because he had an LG G4. He knew about the Moto X Pure Edition I almost bought. We clicked pretty well. The drunk bitches were loud but seemed to be having fun and no one minded. One was sweating Smirnoff and it smelled like shit. She was the loudest one. They kept pushing me to the right, not physically but with close calls. Baillie and I gave each other a look. Baillie says that since they're drunk, they're easy to bother but easy to befriend,so instead of being reprimanding, I should make friends with them to earn respect. Smart. I had thought of it too but quickly skipped over that thought. "How sweet of you," I tell her. Then I tell her I like her personality a lot and put my arm around her. She puts her arm around my waist, looks into my eyes, and says she likes mine too. Wow, words can do a lot to a person. She puts her arm down, and I reciprocate. "Smart, Akash," I think in my head. Reading the body language. Being adaptive. Not like stone, but like water...take the shape and form of the container you're in. Where did I hear this? Probably some martial arts movie. Drunk girl is eventually giving a piggy back ride, loses balance, the rider jumps off, but the fat, sweaty, smelly, drunk girl falls nearly into the next row into my phone buddy who practically falls down taking a hit to save her. Baillie and I look at each other and she makes a face. I should say something. It's too late. She tries a piggy back again or something different and fucks up again. "You're too fucked up" I tell her. "OH YEAH? ARE YOU A FRESHMAN?" "Keep guessing!" "OH YEAH TELL ME MORE FRESHMAN ABOUT HOW I CAN'T HANG" She says while getting in my face. I laugh, don't say much and she stops eventually. She tells her friend I'm mad and the friend asks me why I'm mad. I said I'm not but your friend just almost killed my friend. She says the drunk girl nearly killed her as well, so we're all at danger. I said that's a challenge she accepted by being her friend.
I mention hot dogs, Baillie and ladies don't want any. The boys go and the girls and I say we'll see when they come back.
Anyway, we were down until 2 and a half minutes into the third quarter. We run it down for a touchdown and it's 10-10. BYU hits a touchdown 3 minutes later, 17-10. "FUCK YOU MORMONS!" This guy with a flask chants in the row in front of us. Wow, I notice how many problems stem from alcohol. End of the third quarter.
I totally didn't need the bit on the drunk girl and guy. Maybe my blog would be more catching without those details. Let me know with comments below! I like writing them because I'm very detail oriented...as in it would make me feel delighted if I read this later and see those details.
I hope it's obvious, knowing how talkative I've been, that we're talking casually throughout the game. Alexus somehow mentions to me her hands are often sweaty, and I said mine are usually too. Baillie needs to go to the bathroom. The guys come back and Baillie, Emily, and I are about to go. "Let's see if she cares about clammy hands," I whisper to Porsche. "She doesn't!" Porsche says, as I pull my head away, smiling, to walk with Baillie and hold her hand. Baby steps, I figure. I go ahead of her, grab her hand, and lead her down the stairs, her eyes glued to the game. We go outside, to the bathrooms, and she says I can go look around without them, I say I'll wait outside because it's polite. She liked that. They come out, and we go check, even though they mention it's probably expensive. It is. We head back in, ah the Rose Bowl...my hand holding hers this time. Back at the seats, I look at the game again. Fourth quarter, BYU hits a field goal..what the hell is this? Alexus offers to explain and I periodically ask her questions. This is Alexus. I call her Porsche from a joke on the bus. 20-10
We make a touchdown in a minute. 20-17. I feel the connection/bond with my team winning. We're only going for the touchdown now. I get jittery. They're on offense...will we stop this? We stop them from doing anything. We're on offense now. Why do we seem to be moving in small spurts? Are we going for the kick? I get this shit now guys. Apparently more than the coaches. We should be going for the touchdown!! I'm exploding in this. To make matters worse, BYU gets another field goal. 23-17. I try to distract myself. I look at Baillie. I ask her why she's so tense and she says it's the game. I never realized that the bonds people have can affect their complete state of mind. I allow myself to be engulfed as...a form of engagement/entertainment. Maybe others are doing the same but to a higher degree? I've noticed females to be more emotional anyway. But Baillie's so energetic and emphatic regardless. Not to mention she looks cuter a little tense. Anyway, I'm livin. Back to the game. Start getting tense again and realize maybe I look tense too, but who knows.
OH SHIT! We're running down and we just hit the touchdown!!! It's 23-24!
Gotta stop their field goal attempt!
We get an interception on their near field goal after super shitty defense all game and win the game! We left about thirty seconds early to catch an early bus back, but I missed the grand ending. I wonder what that was like. I'm starving though so let's go!
The bus ride back is quiet, but we talk on and off. Baillie is off the radar, completely on her phone. We plan to go to In-N-Out. We go back to their rooms to get wallets and the girls are tired. We chill in the lounge instead. Alexus offers me EZ-Mac and I accept. It's pretty damn good and not as unhealthy as it could have been. I'm freezing in the lounge and apparently we don't touch the A/C. It's a rule. Baillie offers her blanket...wow I'm impressed. I went with her to get it. I'm chivalrous. We're all talking again. Then it's me and the girls and the rest of the guys again. We all click so well. We stayed up till 2 talking. Baillie's feet on mine under the blanket. Cute shit. We plan to be lunch at like 12 and I go home with her number.
So now I'm on the bus with Shawn, his two roommates, one of their friends, and a group of girls from another room on his floor, Baillie, Alexus, and Emily. I'm chatting up a storm. They're laughing nonstop, and we're clicking really well. I just went from possibly not going to going hard on the bus. I love leading conversations. The roommates were looking at me in awe as I kept talking to all 3 girls. Baillie was really cute. Here's a picture from later on. I'd say we're both not photogenic (at least not here, sorry B).
We arrived all of a sudden. When we arrived, I was surprised. I wasn't expecting anything, and I usually have expectations. When I got off the bus, I was taken aback by the large Rose Bowl Stadium. "Have you ever been to a concert or anything at a venue this big before?" I asked Baillie and friends. "We went to Nicki Minaj earlier, like we were telling you." They talk about it as we hurry through the security check. "You're good!" Says the person manning the line where I walk through. Wow man! I could've had a joint in my pocket. I keep that thought in mind as I walk through the entrance, and towards the entrance to the seating/actual stadium with everybody. Through it, I see a grandeur sight like I've never seen before; the view of the stadium through the double doors. I walk through it and yell, "I've never been to a venue this big before!" Baillie looks at me surprised. We take our seats by area 9 and we entered by 10. It's like a movie theater to me, so I like higher seats which give me full coverage. We get exactly those.
We were down for the majority of the time. Forgive me, as I look at a play by play to remember our emotions. It is 3:29 AM on 9/30 as I break the 3rd wall and remind you I didn't remember the scenario well. I will make an alarm to write for my blog. This is very peaceful. The idea that I'm writing to no one, but everyone simultaneously. (since it's online) I write with an audience in mind of anyone....anyone at all. So the terminology I use and the way I sound may be very different than my nature in real life. These tangents are part of me and will most likely keep you interested in my blog.
It was all quite cinematic actually. Early on, these drunk girls came in to our left on the aisle. I started talking with the Indian guy in front of me about android phones because he had an LG G4. He knew about the Moto X Pure Edition I almost bought. We clicked pretty well. The drunk bitches were loud but seemed to be having fun and no one minded. One was sweating Smirnoff and it smelled like shit. She was the loudest one. They kept pushing me to the right, not physically but with close calls. Baillie and I gave each other a look. Baillie says that since they're drunk, they're easy to bother but easy to befriend,so instead of being reprimanding, I should make friends with them to earn respect. Smart. I had thought of it too but quickly skipped over that thought. "How sweet of you," I tell her. Then I tell her I like her personality a lot and put my arm around her. She puts her arm around my waist, looks into my eyes, and says she likes mine too. Wow, words can do a lot to a person. She puts her arm down, and I reciprocate. "Smart, Akash," I think in my head. Reading the body language. Being adaptive. Not like stone, but like water...take the shape and form of the container you're in. Where did I hear this? Probably some martial arts movie. Drunk girl is eventually giving a piggy back ride, loses balance, the rider jumps off, but the fat, sweaty, smelly, drunk girl falls nearly into the next row into my phone buddy who practically falls down taking a hit to save her. Baillie and I look at each other and she makes a face. I should say something. It's too late. She tries a piggy back again or something different and fucks up again. "You're too fucked up" I tell her. "OH YEAH? ARE YOU A FRESHMAN?" "Keep guessing!" "OH YEAH TELL ME MORE FRESHMAN ABOUT HOW I CAN'T HANG" She says while getting in my face. I laugh, don't say much and she stops eventually. She tells her friend I'm mad and the friend asks me why I'm mad. I said I'm not but your friend just almost killed my friend. She says the drunk girl nearly killed her as well, so we're all at danger. I said that's a challenge she accepted by being her friend.
I mention hot dogs, Baillie and ladies don't want any. The boys go and the girls and I say we'll see when they come back.
Anyway, we were down until 2 and a half minutes into the third quarter. We run it down for a touchdown and it's 10-10. BYU hits a touchdown 3 minutes later, 17-10. "FUCK YOU MORMONS!" This guy with a flask chants in the row in front of us. Wow, I notice how many problems stem from alcohol. End of the third quarter.
I totally didn't need the bit on the drunk girl and guy. Maybe my blog would be more catching without those details. Let me know with comments below! I like writing them because I'm very detail oriented...as in it would make me feel delighted if I read this later and see those details.
I hope it's obvious, knowing how talkative I've been, that we're talking casually throughout the game. Alexus somehow mentions to me her hands are often sweaty, and I said mine are usually too. Baillie needs to go to the bathroom. The guys come back and Baillie, Emily, and I are about to go. "Let's see if she cares about clammy hands," I whisper to Porsche. "She doesn't!" Porsche says, as I pull my head away, smiling, to walk with Baillie and hold her hand. Baby steps, I figure. I go ahead of her, grab her hand, and lead her down the stairs, her eyes glued to the game. We go outside, to the bathrooms, and she says I can go look around without them, I say I'll wait outside because it's polite. She liked that. They come out, and we go check, even though they mention it's probably expensive. It is. We head back in, ah the Rose Bowl...my hand holding hers this time. Back at the seats, I look at the game again. Fourth quarter, BYU hits a field goal..what the hell is this? Alexus offers to explain and I periodically ask her questions. This is Alexus. I call her Porsche from a joke on the bus. 20-10
We make a touchdown in a minute. 20-17. I feel the connection/bond with my team winning. We're only going for the touchdown now. I get jittery. They're on offense...will we stop this? We stop them from doing anything. We're on offense now. Why do we seem to be moving in small spurts? Are we going for the kick? I get this shit now guys. Apparently more than the coaches. We should be going for the touchdown!! I'm exploding in this. To make matters worse, BYU gets another field goal. 23-17. I try to distract myself. I look at Baillie. I ask her why she's so tense and she says it's the game. I never realized that the bonds people have can affect their complete state of mind. I allow myself to be engulfed as...a form of engagement/entertainment. Maybe others are doing the same but to a higher degree? I've noticed females to be more emotional anyway. But Baillie's so energetic and emphatic regardless. Not to mention she looks cuter a little tense. Anyway, I'm livin. Back to the game. Start getting tense again and realize maybe I look tense too, but who knows.
OH SHIT! We're running down and we just hit the touchdown!!! It's 23-24!
Gotta stop their field goal attempt!
We get an interception on their near field goal after super shitty defense all game and win the game! We left about thirty seconds early to catch an early bus back, but I missed the grand ending. I wonder what that was like. I'm starving though so let's go!
The bus ride back is quiet, but we talk on and off. Baillie is off the radar, completely on her phone. We plan to go to In-N-Out. We go back to their rooms to get wallets and the girls are tired. We chill in the lounge instead. Alexus offers me EZ-Mac and I accept. It's pretty damn good and not as unhealthy as it could have been. I'm freezing in the lounge and apparently we don't touch the A/C. It's a rule. Baillie offers her blanket...wow I'm impressed. I went with her to get it. I'm chivalrous. We're all talking again. Then it's me and the girls and the rest of the guys again. We all click so well. We stayed up till 2 talking. Baillie's feet on mine under the blanket. Cute shit. We plan to be lunch at like 12 and I go home with her number.
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