Oh Wrestlemania truly was just what I needed. . . Six hours of various emotions filling my system and PIZZA, PIZZA, PIZZA to knock some of this depression outta me. Funny what some gooooood wrestling will do to a girl.

Well, at five, Dad was still online so I watched some of Heat and ate my supper alone. Then he came out to say Robby wanted us to record WM but we couldn't figure out how to do it cause our VCR and cable box conflicts. So Robby came over and it was like some gay triple threat war on how to correctly set the VCR. . . Well finally around fifteen minutes before the pay per view actually started, we got it set up. Robby left after the VCR started recording.

First huge emotion felt: happiness as Cena won the US title. Word life!!!!

Second huge emotion felt: Amusement over Mae Young, Moola, Mean Gene and that other older wrestler playing strip poker . . . or naked twister. . . or whatever the heck that was. XD

Third huge emotion felt: Anger towards Trish Stratus as she turned heel and caused my poor Chris Jericho to lose his match. I even went so far as to calling her a skank and a b!tch, which shows for a minute, my stress overpowered me again. Oops. Oh well ^^; I always did hate Trish. And I got up and put my Jericho shirt on for almost nothing. -.-;

Fourth emotion: Amusement over Tazz's "It sure ain't my pencil" comment during the Diva's evening gown match. Omg, Dad and I both just stared and then laughed at that line.

Fifth and sixth emotion: Horror and sadness during Brock and Goldberg's match. The "Na na na hey now bye bye" chants from the audience directed at Brock ate me alive until the match started.

Seventh emotion: Anger as Goldberg defeated Brock. I was so mad, I slammed my fist against the floor twice. Thank God I'm a weak little pathetic thing or I coulda hurt myself X3;;

Eighth emotion: Sadness as the audience started the "Na na na hey now bye bye" chants again.

Nineth emotion: Retribution as Brock turned to stare at the audience and then gave them the double bird. And I say each. . . and everyone. . . of those immature, disrespectful jackasses deserved it!

Tenth emotion: Amusement as my dear Victoria shaved Molly Holly bald. That was just awesome. ^-^ First thing I thought was, "Wonder what Ray thinks now! Haha!"

Eleventh emotion: Dejavu as Paul Bearer and the DEADMAN, the true Undertaker, returns. Man it was a frickin trip down memory lane for me. I was just getting into wrestling more when the real Taker was there. O.o;

Twelth emotion: Happiness as Benoit won the title from HHH

And what truly ended the Wrestlemania night for me:

Thirteenth emotion: Utter JOY that the tape recorded Wrestlemania perfectly. Yay.

Now to fall back into my sneaky routine that's cluttered this weekend. O.o

Oh wait this was somewhat funny and proves that though I feel so dang jaded and slightly depressed, I still defend the Canadians X3

Me: *during Victoria/Molly match* Ya know, I wanted to choke Ray Friday. We were talking and he was saying that he didn't want Molly to be shaved bald, that she wouldn't be hot then.

Dad: Wait. He thinks Molly is hot?

Me: Yep. And Stephanie McMahon.

Dad: . . . Then he probably thinks Stacy and Torrie are ugly

Me: Well, I dunno. I know he thinks Trish is ugly

Dad: Oh she sure isssss nottt ugly.

Me: I know. I just don't like her attitude, she's a total skank.

Dad: Well, see, it's the Canadian in her.

Me: Hey! *reaches foot up to the arm of his chair and kicks him in the hand* Watch it

Dad: . . . *laughs* You wanna know who the real Canadian skank is?

Me: *glare* Who. . .?

Dad: Jericho!

-.- I think I woulda ignored him during the rest of the show if he had said someone else >.> <.< >.> <.<