Saturday, November 10, 2007

Comfort blanket

Painful defeats seem to sap my energy. I've spent the last couple of hours cuddling with my down-filled satin-lined blanket and laptop. I watched another episode of Heroes- which I've decided is mediocre, but I don't have anything better to watch. Also, I drooled over this jacket, on sale at right now-

I adore it, which means I'll probably end up buying it, after the requisite amount of time has passed so that I know I actually love it. Same process as trying it on in a store, leaving to eat lunch, and coming back to buy it, except more cozy and with shipping costs.

Tonight I also discovered a recording of the band's halftime show on, much to my excitement. Our student section seats are in the corner of the field, so it's hard to tell what the band formations are from such a diagonal angle. Today they played OK Go's "Here It Goes Again" made famous by youtube (go watch the video if you haven't seen it, it's amazing). The band formed stick figures running on treadmills! How cool is that? Then they played Carl Douglas' "Kung Fu Fighting", created Chinese characters and spelled out Kung Fu. They also broke wooden boards :-). I love our band so so much. They are pretty much the most amazing thing ever. No offense to Georgia Tech's band ;-)

I meant to do homework tonight. Then I was lazy. Oops.

As a side note, the whole begging for comments paragraph recently was meant to be in jest. My ego is not suffering for lack of comment love. Heaven knows how much I suck at commenting on blogs, even though I faithfully read them. Don't worry, my biological and non-biological mothers who read this, all is well. Silly gooses.


  1. Ha! The thing about bands and band parents...we love ALL bands. Weird, isn't it? It's like a confraternity-of-maligned-geeks-get-respect-from-the-'rents-who've-dropped-thousands-of-dollars-on-lessons-and-fees-and-registrations-and-blankets-and-hot-chocolate-to-watch-their-babies-perform-even-though-the-networks-switch-to-a-cheesy-football-update-hosted-by-inarticulate-ex-jocks-who-have-too-much-muscle-under-their-double-breasted-suits.

  2. I have no idea what you said after "thousands," but don't worry, I still love you.

  3. I think that qualifies as a paternal rant. Well ranted. And I do believe that could also classify as an articulate former athlete rant. : )