Wednesday, November 19, 2003
OK, I am now posting. Because I said that I would. I am always as good as my word.
I already appear to have forgotten this past weekend. This week, it is just sucking my soul right out of me. My memory too. Hmm. What the heck did I do this weekend? *mind straiiiiin*
Friday I went out to dinner with Pam and Sara. 'Out to dinner' meaning that it was a big deal because we went somewhere that required getting in a car. If you have to drive there, it's a journey to be immortalized in epic poetry. At least, that's how it works in Ann Arbor. Then we came back downtown and had ice cream, because it may be winterous out here, but you can never go wrong with ice cream.
Then all sorts of madness occurred, involving hallmate Nakia and a bunch of her friends, me, and Katy. Oh, it was weird. And loud. And funny. Katy has this goal of 'getting with the black man', as she says, and oh man, I can't even begin to describe Friday night. Suffice it to say that it was very late, and very loud, and very hilarious. Oh, and it involved Nakia inticing people to come over by tempting them with handcuffs.
Saturday I watched the Michigan/Northwestern game on the ol' TV. We won, of course, 41-10. I called Dave up to taunt him, and we actually had quite a pleasant and lengthy conversation, which only began and ended with me gleefully abusing his wimpy football team. Otherwise it was very civil.
Sunday I had a chemistry review during much of the day, which was evil. But I went to it. Because I try. I got back after the first quarter of the Lions game, so I watched the rest of that. Sigh sigh sigh. 35-14. A depressing score, especially against the Seahawks, whom I consider sort of a nonentity kind of team. I mean, yeeaaah, they're at the top of the NFC whatisit, West? with a record of 7-3, but still. I dunno. The Seahawks?
Then I watched the prime time Patriots game, which was nice. Very nice. 12-0 against the Cowboys. There was a lot of press about the alleged animosity between Bill Parcells (former Patriot coach, currently coach of the Cowboys) and Bill Belichick (current Patriots coach, former undercoach to Parcells).
The next day I was Stockwell for dinner, and Dave (from here, not Dave from Northwestern) caught sight of me across the dining hall. So he screamed, at the top of his lungs, "HOW ABOUT THOSE PATRIOTS?!?!?" I, of course, screamed back, "HELL YEAH!" Masschusetts representin' in the Michigan dining halls.
adam vinatieri about to put the scoring smack down on dallas. so to speak.
The Dolphins won on Sunday, 9-6, against Baltimore. I have nothing to say about that, as I didn't see it (I was at chemistry, and even if I hadn't been, I don't think it would have been on TV out here). Except that every single point in that game came from field goals, so, er, props to Olindo Mare (the kicker, people! the kicker!). He does good things.
Y'know, all three of my teams have good kickers. Mare on the Dolphins, Vinatieri on the Patriots (we all remember that Superbowl), and Jason Hanson on the Lions. Hason, especially, has a golden foot. Many games, he is the only source of points/hope for the Lions.
In other football news, utterly unrelated to my teams, the 9-0 undefeated Kansas City Chiefs were defeated. By the then 4-5 Bengals, no less. Such scandal. Some guy on the Bengals had been quoted beforehand as guaranteeing that they were going to be the team to stop the Chiefs, so the newsy folk went nuts over the fact that they proceeded to actually do so, but whatever. If Cincinnati had lost it would've just gotten glossed over in the postgame coverage.
Of course the excitement is starting to build for this coming Saturday, which is the Michigan/Ohio State football game. The Game of the Year. The Rivalry to End All Rivalries. In short, it's going to be one hell of a crazed and good time, and I shall bring my camera to immortalize the event. Probably the digital one, so I can share out the joy over this lovely Interweb.
The chemistry test last night was utter evil. So let us move on. There was practically no one in chem lecture this morning, undoubtedly because of the test last night. But march on we did. Prof. Yaghi was showing us a slide of dry ice. He stepped back and said, admiringly, "Isn't that beautiful? I'll bet your sociology teacher doesn't show you anything that beautiful. I'll bet he shows you vomit."
The sociology teacher is a recurring theme in our chemistry lectures, because Prof. Yaghi claims that if a sociology teacher gave us outside reading we would do it, but if a chemistry teacher did no one would read it. Which is probably true, actually. Anyways, we then had a 5 minute conversation over whether or not people were upset by his use of the word 'vomit'. For some reason that is also a recurring theme in my chemistry lecture.
If only the tests were as good as the lectures.
I've already done a lot of other stuff this week, like harass the LSA people, and storm the anthro-zoo office, and make nefarious plots to get me to a grocery store on Friday. But these are boring things, and you don't wish to hear of them. Not that the rest of this blog has been exactly wonderous stuff, but I have to draw the line somewhere.
Jeffrey Rowland claims that he is going to start writing short stories on his Live Journal. He already has one up. It is highly glorious. I laughed out loud and woke up my roommate, but that is her own damn fault for still being asleep when I had already been to class and back. That ought to be made a capital crime.
Farscape! Possibly maybe sort of coming out with new episodes! Not a whole new season, just some new episodes to maybe tie up the series better than the last one did. So go visit the Farscape link over the side there. I never did remove it. See, my hope just sprang eternal and all that.
In roommate news, we have started a fun and fruitful cycle of window closing and opening. The room gets up to 80º daily. So I open the window. I go out. I come back. She has closed the window. So I open the window. I go out. I come back. She's closed the window. So I open the window. And so on, ad infinitum.
Oh, and I know the image of my digital project in the previous past might be x-ed out. That's because I posted it to B3ta, so that I could get some more opinions on it, from people who's opinions I generally trust. That is to say, if something sucks they will not hesitate to be very vocal in their disgust. They actually reacted quite well to this, though, so I was rendered happy. Anyways, the point is that it overran my bandwidth for that picture, because my host (Villagephotos) sucks. So it should be back up whenever the bandwidth decides to calm the heck down. Sorry.
Right-o, this is sort of a pointless post, because I know that some of you don't like hearing about the football. But you know what? I like the football. So take that, that, an' some o'that! Right now it's time for this Feline Anarchist to get fed. Good day.