I got this in the mail:



It's an autograph of St. Louis Cardinals pitcher Anthony Reyes. He's currently in the minor leagues, but he's on my fantasy baseball team. The cool thing about minor leaguers is that they're pretty good about signing autographs since they haven't made it to the big show yet, but I think this guy has All-Star potential.

My dad bought me my first suit on Saturday for my cousin's wedding in August (I will also miss our doubleheader finale for CCU Softball since his wedding is on the same day). We couldn't afford the Armani, so I settled for the lower end Alfani suit. I figure a hot girl who passes by me really quick and see's the A___ani on my suit might think I'm a stud. I count this as my first suit, since all the ones you wear as a kid that make you like a ventriloquists' dummy don't count.

I made some chocolate chip cookies a few weeks ago at Peony's house under Brian's supervision. They came out pretty bad. It wasn't even in the form of a cookie, more of like a bitesized cake. It was disappointing, and also pretty embarassing. It's one thing to humiliate yourself, but there's a difference between humiliation and public humiliation. Not only did they suck, but her entire family tried them to spread the shame even further. I gave it a second go on Saturday and they turned out a little better, but they looked sort of like pancakes. At least they tasted respectable:



I also created the Allan Experience: two dozen chocolate chips crammed into one odd-shaped cookie.



So I've added on to the list of what qualities my future wife must have:

1. Must be willing to kill spiders for me
2. Must be able to cook
3. Must be willing to tolerate my ESPN, ESPN2, ESPN News, and ESPN Deportes addiction

It's also already in the order of most important to least important quality.