Warning: Ranting Ahead. I HATE TOLEDO! Once again, they have successfully stolen the MAC West title from NIU. All we needed was for them to lose to Bowling Green, but no. Even with a 27 -7 lead at halftime, Bowling Green couldn't hold on. I think Toledo has now officially become my most hated team, it's surpassed my other hated team, the Minnesota Vikings. I hope Miami Ohio whomps them in the championship game. My only solace is that we might still receive a bowl bid. (Anybody want to take me to a bowl game for Christmas?) Oh and one more thing, Mr. Wayne Drehs, Mr. thinks he's big ESPN sportswriter, I was not forced to attend NIU because I was a reject from U of I nor any other student for that matter... I came for the wonderful DeKalb weather. ;)
As you probably can infer from the picture on my blog, two of my many obsessions are the Beatles and Lord of the Rings. Well, for myself and my supremely unfortunate generation, we will never see the Beatles. So I have to settle for the next best thing...tribute bands. There is this one band called American English that I have been trying to see for about 3 years. The first time I tried to see them they were at the House of Blues and I was not 21 yet... denied. The second time, I was 21. However, when my friend Sam and I got to the bar, it looked packed to the gills, very smoky, and the building appeared to be on its last legs... strike two. I also had the bad luck of finding out that they played a bar in the town I was residing in at the time a week too late...son of building block!! Finally, this past week I succeeded in seeing American English. It was one of those butterfly in the stomach, fun type moments. While it was not a very exciting, the crowd was really into it type concert, it was thoroughly enjoyable. Of course, who wouldn't have fun listening to middle aged men with bad liverpudlian accents.
I can now officially say that I have been stuck in an elevator. I always daydreamed about it. You know, having to use the little phone to call for help and having the fire department come and help you out. No such luck. The other unfortunate soul and I were only stuck for about five minutes. Still, it was very disconcerting to walk into the elevator, push the little button, have the doors close, and ..... absolutely nothing else. We tried pushing every button... nothing. We started knocking on the door cause we could hear people outside and then with a jerk it finally got going. Stupid parking garage elevators. There are only two and I swear only one will work at a time. On the ground floor, there is a little peep hole on the outer doors so you can see when the elevator is there or not. So even if there is an elevator on the ground floor already when you push the little button, it thinks that it is a better idea to have the elevator on the 5th floor take its merry old time to come down and pick you up. I swear there is a elf inside the elevator controls making college students frustrated through its inefficient elevator management skills. Probably a reject from the Keebler tree.
I love husbands! Well, mine more specifically. He randomly left me two roses yesterday. What a sweetie. However, subconsiously (I don't think he really did this on purpose), I think he did it to soften the blow when he told me that the dentist told him he had about 2,386 cavaties and that we're probably going to be paying off his dental bills until 2047. ..... I'm never going to have a house.
Once again my beloved Huskies have lost to Toledo. Not since 1989 have we beaten them. Once again for the third year in a row, they have put us in a situation where we could lose the MAC West and our bid for a bowl game. I froze for them and what did they do? Nothing. I don't think I ever seen a game where the offense played so little the second half. I think our total yardage for the half was 19. Nineteen yards people, how pathetic is that? Now its up to us winning against Eastern Michigan and them losing to Bowling Green. I didn't think I would ever become a Bowling Green fan.
Why do schools ban dodgeball? Yes you can get hurt, but really is it any worse than any other sport? I think it is an awesome game. I had not played since junior high. (It wasn't allowed at my high school.) But last Friday I was able to play again. It was a blast. However, it was just my luck that in my first game back, POW! I was hit right in the face when I wasn't looking. Let me tell you, that's just mean. It didn't' really hurt, but it knocked my contact out and made my eyes water for a while. Then after that injustice, my friend Jordan kicked one of the "official dodgeballs" were we using (fancy, huh) and hit me right in the chest. Again, I wasn't paying attention cause at the time we weren't even playing!!!! I must admit I am not the best player. I am not very aggressive until close to the end. However, I did make one awesome catch off another teammate who tipped the ball up and hence got out one of the best players on the other team. Hee hee. Happiness is a caught dodgeball.
I think as a graduate student all of my undergraduate nightmares are coming true. First homework that I was ready to turn it just magically disappears from my folder. Later I find out that I accidentally turned it in with other homework earlier in the week. Who would have thought getting things done early would cause pain. Geesh. Anyway, what happened today takes the cake. It was in Dr. Brown’s research procedure’s class and I had actually enjoyed the class today. I had made a connection with him because he was talking about being cross-brained and I raised my hand when he asked if anyone else was and we had a bit of fun with it. Then comes the end of class, it was one of those surreal moments. I am looking around at everyone else and notice, “Hm they are all pulling out something, oh, it looks like a paper. Hey it looks like their research proposals. Oh look they’re handing them in…. Son of A Monkey!!!!” My idiotic brain thought it was Monday not today. I think someone literally punched me in the stomach. I felt sick. I got up walked over to my professor and he thanked me for playing along today. To which I responded, “Well, can I blame my cross-brained affliction for me thinking the proposal was due Monday and not having it ready to turn in today?” He said it would be fine if I turned it in late just as long as he had it before Monday’s class in which we are presenting on it (by the way I thought the presentations were Wednesday). Praise GOD!!!!!! As a side note, he totally knew this was coming because he moved my Stats test from this Friday to next Friday and I was trying not to have it pushed back. Somebody please rescrew my head back on!!
Today in Emmet L. Brown's class (see below), my professor called himself both God and Dr. Seuss. Interesting, So God created the great creatures of the sea and every living and moving thing with which the water teems, one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish.....or perhaps... There was a man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father, 'Father, give me my share of the estate.' So he divided his property between them. Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living, so basically he Hopped on Pop...Do you think Moses at the burning bush was actually Horton hearing a Who... And by the way will someone please tell Doc Brown, Dr. Seuss, God, whatever he wants to be called, that when a class ends at 4:15, that does not mean I will look at the clock at 4:15 but not actually end class till 4:30....thank you and good night