for the bad guys in break ups to listen to loudly and scream out about passionately. Get on it songwriters. Come on. Aren't there any jerks who write songs out there?
I'm realizing that I have almost no work left to do in the quarter. I've got my last paper, which I've mostly written already, for my 202, a take home test for 370, and a multiple choice final for 261. That's nothing. A few short participation point assignments in between, but I'm in the free and clear 'til the new year it seems.
Registration for winter quarter opens up for me tomorrow. I still haven't quite sorted out for sure which codes I'm pressing in at 3:15 on the dot tomorrow. But there are still plenty of seats in everything I've looked at with any remote interest, so I'm not to stressed.
It was an up and down day in football. The Vikings got roasted, but what else is new. I've been saying the head coach is what's wrong with that team since the preseason. He's just not likable to start with. Poor Brett Favre...
The Patriots gave me a scare. I don't know why I was so in love with P Manning last January, only to find myself rooting solidly against him this year. I think I've said this before, but Tom Brady's sexy hair has drawn me into his corner. It looked like it was going to be a repeat of last year (31-14 lead at half, lost in the 4th quarter by Manning godishness), but Peyton threw his 3rd and final pick as the colts were driving towards the win. I don't understand how the patriots D could look so helpless for so long to begin with though. Demoralizing. I'm glad it ended with Manning throwing it away. He doesn't need any more MVP awards.
I'm calling Eagles Chargers in the Superbowl at this point. Vick and Lombardi feel like destiny this year. Sort've like Brett Favre last year...But yeah. Philip Rivers is being too awesome to not carry that team to the post-season.
In fantasy land I am currently being demolished by Michael. My first string of two losses in a row seems imminent. Brees and Foster fought bravely for me, but I can't overcome goose eggs from Ahmad Bradshaw and Randy Moss. And flipping Steve Johnson on the other side...The Bengals are painful to watch.
Why am I talking about football so much? Who cares about that?
Well that's pretty much my day today though. Exactly as I planned it on Friday though. There's surprisingly little to be done in the twilight hours of Fall quarter.
Nathan from our core (also our next door neighbor) baked us brownies and came over to share them with us. He's a really cool guy. We had some awesome conversation. I was pretty proud of how consistently hilarious I managed to be for the entirety of his visit. I think my conversational skills are really coming along.
I really adore Matt. I am amazed by the instant chemistry we've had. "I love this thing. It's like wearing a sleeping bag."
The trek to church this morning was pretty intense. 2 miles over mostly a solid sheet of ice. The roads look pretty good though, so getting home shouldn't be much trouble. Josh was gracious enough to give us a ride back home so we didn't have to tread by uphill on the ice. Church was pretty awesome. They haven't played a song I haven't thoroughly enjoyed at Redeemer. I want their song book. and Rob was his usual awesome. I am super stoked to listen (digitally...since I'll be home this next Sunday) to his sermon on the "Exhortations" in Philippians 4.
I am so super stoked (stoked...I didn't use that before I met Matt) to get home and hang out with my stinkin' awesome family. And Jared.
Hey Kara, Sara. Go do some pushups. Proverbs 31:17. (I stole this idea from a status I recently read...)
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