FIFA Women's World Cup with Dad - Liveblog

I'm watching the FIFA Women's World Cup: USA vs. Japan with Dad. I can only imagine the stream of strange things that will come out of his mouth so I thought I'd do a Liveblog and share them with you.

12:15pm - Dad's searching the channels looking for the game, crying, "Nooooooo!" because we don't have cable and can't find it on any of the major networks. I come to the rescue and introduce him to live streaming on espn.com. It's 40 minutes ino the game. You know, you usually hear comments about how the child does or says something like their parent, and it's endearing. Here, Dad sounded alarmingly like Brother. And it was disturbing.

12:32pm - Dad says it might be better that Japan loses so they can get more tsunami relief aid.

12:47pm - Dad just informed me that in history, Japan and the US have had 19 matches. Three ties. And 16 losses.

12:57pm - Dad just said, "huh, there are no pretty ladies here."

1:10pm - US scores first goal. "Agggghhh! It's because their legs are too short! They can't run fast enough!"

1:22pm - Japan scores. Dad and I high-five. I'm confused as to whose side I'm on. Dad: "HAHAHA! What a lucky ball!" I don't understand what he means.

1:28pm - I think I got excited by Japan's first goal because I didn't expect them to score at all. :\

1:32pm - Japanese dude in the crowd suddenly jumps up screaming because he sees himself on camera. That was funny.

1:33pm - Overtime. Just an informational tidbit. Both Dad and I have some sentimental connection with Japan. Ten months study abroad for me, of course. And Dad's lived in Japan since he was around 18 for 10-ish years (for university and work). So that's probably why Dad's rooting for Japan. Maybe I technically should be rooting for U.S.A. However, I think I'm rooting for Japan because Dad is. And I have a soft spot for underdogs.

1:38pm - Dad: "Blegh. There's nothing in the house to drink. No beer. :( "

1:43pm - No beer. So we're eating sliced apples instead. RAWR. WE ARE MEN.

1:46pm - Me: "Wow. They're really sweaty. Like soaking wet." I bite into an apple slice and the juice squirts out and all over the keyboard. Dad: "That was disgusting."

1:52pm - GOALLL! (I'm just gonna cheer for both. :D)

1:57pm - Just sent a Facebook message to my Japanese host mom telling her Dad is rooting for Japan.

2:07pm - Japan just scored! Holy crap, this is such a close game. That was a pretty epic shot too.

2:10pm - Sister just joined us in watching the game: "This is the first red card issued in a Women's Finals? Seriously? They give it out during the Men's all the time."

2:15pm - Penalty kicks. Dad: "Aren't they kicking too close??"

2:17pm - About Japan's goalie, me: "Awww, her haircut's so cute. :)"

2:19pm - OHH! Damn, Japan has a really strong goalie.

2:22pm - JAPAN WON! Oh damn! I'm pretty shocked. Totally didn't see it coming. The Japan team is dogpiling each other. Dad: "OMG! I wanna jump in there too!"

What a good game. :) So happy for Japan. But a really good effort on the USA's part. Japan's goalkeeper gonna be a national hero now.

On the brink of insanity

The rabbit's been drinking a tank-load of water in the past two hours and so I've been sitting outside his cage on surveillance, waiting for him to pee. Then my dad came into my room.

Dad: What are you doing?
Me: Waiting for the rabbit to pee.
Dad: How do you know when he's gonna pee.
Me: I just know. I'm training him to pee into the litter box
Dad: How?
Me: By shoving him into the litter box when he's about to pee.
Dad: ...Are you crazy?!

I would like to take this moment to point out that dedication is often misconstrued as insanity.

Though I probably shouldn't tell him that I've been sitting and waiting here for the past hour.

UPDATE: How is he not peeing yet?!?

UPDATE #2: Now he's napping. I'm starting to question his being as a rabbit. Way too spiteful. Incarnation of evil seems more accurate.

UPDATE #3: I went out for five seconds to grab a snack. In those five seconds, he decided to pee. Wow. It is on. Like Donkey Kong.

Arrreeeb-- Oh.

I got a Best Buy giftcard so time for some bikini-fication. 

I've been playing this for the past week and I realized that I much prefer to play-dance alone. When I'm alone, I can freely pretend I'm a dancing superstar, and that my gyrating hips and nonexistent unparalleled sense of rhythm can move mountains. 

  

It's always my dad who catches me mid-dance too. 

It's easier to dance like no one's watching when no one's actually watching. 

In a perfect world...

Am currently sketching while watching Zombieland. It would be awesome if I got paid doing this. Or got paid in general.

Slow day today.

I was putting away the dishes when I made a suggestion to my pops.

"Can we put all the dishes in the upper cabinets instead of the lower cabinets?"
"Why?"
"I don't like having to bend down to get the dishes or put them away."
"What??"
"It's too low! I have to go all the way down and crouch!"

I always wonder about the reasons why my father's respect for me goes down little by little. This may be one of them.

Bad omens?

I was driving to the Borders in Milpitas to take advantage of the massive sale they were having since they were closing down when on the highway, I saw roadkill. Not a big thing. Actually, I see roadkill almost every time I drive on the highway so it doesn't bother me that much. It's just this time there was two of them, one after the other, and I feel like they were relatively fresh with their gross bloody guts out and everything. Poor things. What if they were just an innocent couple that wanted to take a walk along a busy highway? I guess the universe couldn't even give them that.

It also made me think back to all the superstitious things my mom talks about all the time. Just FYI, this is a woman who went back into the temple to pray for me because I couldn't see the Buddha popping out from those trippy optical illusion pictures (and you have to stare at them for a while for the sorta 3D image to pop out at you) and thought a demon was possessing me. After seeing the consecutive roadkills, I started to wonder if the luck I've been having recently was now going to turn around.

Well. The GMAT test prep books that I came to the Milpitas Borders for were all sold out, so that was a bummer. And the only copy of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies that I've been wanting to read that I could find was in Spanish. Don't think my hardships are trivial! I was totally frustrated at the time.


Conversation with my dad of the week:

My dad walks in on me playing Just Dance 2 for the Wii.

Dad: "You know, every time I see you dance, it makes me laugh."
Me: "I'm exercising! Are you saying you don't want me to exercise??"
Dad: "No. I want you to get round and round so you'll roll."