The Outdoor Type

Saturday was our Day At The Lake, which went well. Aside from one of the boats overheating and the fact that there were about nine thousand of us, it went very well. Fun, I believe, was had by all.
Yesterday we received the remnants of a hurricane (Jeanne, I believe) and so of course there was late-night mud football. We take a picture of our little wet, muddy group after every game, and I swear, by the end of the year I'll be able to make a book out of these pictures. Not that, of course, anyone would want to buy it.
And today's just plain, dull, Tuesday. I found out this morning I got a 96 on my first Psych test, which is good because I wouldn't feel good about minoring in it if I couldn't even manage A's in the intro class. And soon will be lunch and then soon will be Stat and then later, Stat lab. See? Plain and dull.

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

I'm feeling particularly emotional today. I feel like finding a good, sappy movie to watch-- I don't mean sappy in a bad way, I mean just a really emotional movie, one that really makes you feel something more than just "That was interesting." Actually, I feel like watching Moulin Rouge but it's at school and I'm at home and thus it's just not going to work out. I just feel like I would appreciate an emotional movie to match my emotional feeling of late.
But alas, other things occupy my time. Like Stat homework (how does it happen that I do more Stat homework and do it better when I'm at home?) and reading The Da Vinci Code about a year after everybody else and finishing up my laundry and packing because I'm going to the lake in the morning and don't want to have a lot to do when I wake up.
Alpharetta is such a crapshoot-- about half the time I like coming home because it's relaxing and nice to be someplace familiar, and the other half it's just too nostalgic and something else. This time it's no good. I shouldn't have come home. Even Barnes And Noble didn't feel as good as it usually does, and that's usually like my comfort zone in the Alph. But, well, what can you do. I'll be gone come morning, anyway.

Typecasting

Anybody know why I have an extremely strong association in my mind between Simon And Garfunkel's "The Only Living Boy In New York" and Jake Gyllenhaal? Was he in a movie that used that song or something?
On another, slightly related note, I came across and linked to my roommate this picture... ...of Will Kemp from the best Gap ad ever since Khakis Swing!, and her response-- "You SOOOO have a type." Ha. I'm sure I do. What's my type, I asked her, and her answer? "Male."
Well, that's true. I do enjoy the boys. But I think it's a little worrisome just how much of a type I actually do have. I mean, it would be really easy to mix up the guys I'm frequently attracted to. But worries or no worries, it's too damn bad none of the guys at UGA look like him.

Political Leanings

Okay, I know everyone who reads this blog probably doesn't need to worry about this, but humor me: If you aren't registered to vote, and you don't get yourself registered by October 4th (in Georgia-- I don't know what the deadline is anywhere else), then you can't vote in the November election. Like I said, I'm sure most, if not all, of you are registered already, but I know a lot of people don't realize that you have to register a good deal in advance of the actual election, so I thought I'd just put it out there. Feel free to ignore me, but if you haven't already, go freaking register already.
Oh, and don't vote for Bush. Thank you!

3-0

Yesterday's football games were intense. Well, not so much ours-- we beat Marshall 13-3. I didn't go, as Michelle and I went to visit Erin in Milledgeville Friday night and didn't get back to Athens until midway through the third quarter on Saturday. I hear we played well, but I have my doubts when we can only manage to score 13 against somebody like Marshall.
But then Auburn beat LSU by one point, which pleases me. And then the best of all, Tennessee beat Florida by a 50-yard field goal in the last six seconds of the game. It was incredible. I mean, anybody who beats Florida is a friend of mine, unless it's LSU (wow, could you possibly match up two teams I dislike more?). And now I have a big crush on the Tennessee placekicker. I think I'm developing a thing for kickers. It's odd.
And yes, I'm just doing this to put off studying for my Psych test (I picked up a Psych minor, did I tell you?), but it's better than nothing. I neglect the blog too much. I'll try and do better.

Light As A Feather

Just got in from some ghostbusting over on North Campus-- seriously. Well, kind of seriously. Roommate!Lisa and some others and I broke out the flashlights and headed over to explore the cemetery on North Campus between Baldwin and the visual arts building. Crazy stuff. Not one of those graves is from later than 1890 or so. Though I was hoping for something akin to an episode of Are You Afraid Of The Dark? and got something slightly more like real life--which means, nothing scary or exciting happened short of Ben wandering off someplace and then popping back up when we didn't expect him. It was great fun for a Sunday night in Athens, though. Those're typically pretty slow.
Additionally, last night we played non-mud football, and every single one of us is somehow injured--I got off possibly easiest with only a few bruises. That's what you get for having fun, I suppose. And once Ivan strikes Athens, we're definitely going to be out there again, because football is not nearly as fun without wind and rain.
Speaking of football--well, you know. Close game. We were a little stressed. If we'd lost to South Carolina for our second game of the season... well, things in Athens wouldn't be pretty. Next weekend we're playing Marshall at home (we won't be at the game, because we're going up to Lake Lanier for the day) and if we don't win that one, heads are gonna roll. Maybe. Let's just hope for a win.

One Could Do Worse

Whoever said rainy days were good for nothing is a big idiot.* Hurricane weather is more than perfect for playing impromptu mud frisbee football in the quad at midnight on a Tuesday. It may be good for nothing else, but it's perfect for that.

*If it was me, then I take it back.

Rainy Days And Tuesdays

Yeah, we definitely haven't had functional internet in our room since very early Saturday morning. And it's deluging outside (*word?). And in twenty minutes I have to leave for Statistics. And at some point I have to brave the wet to go pay too much money for my Florida ticket that I can't sell for another month or so. And then I have to go to Stat lab. And so today isn't my favorite. By any means.
There were two distinct things I wanted to write about this weekend. One of them had to do with the weather, and thus was very uninteresting. The other I can't remember.
In any case, I'm not in the mood for class or blog-writing or anything of the sort. I'm in the mood to curl up in bed with the TV tuned to a marathon of romantic comedies or with super-mellow music playing (current selections include Simon & Garfunkel, Elliott Smith, and Something Corporate), but that's exactly what UGA doesn't want me to do today. Stupid college.