Truth be told, I miss you

My parents are killers of dreams.

So thank you, Caps, for the win tonight. Varly, you rock. Ovi, you also rock and those refs were idiots.

.. that what I'm most excited about going home for are the sweet potato pancakes. I love my mommy.

I'm really jumped up on sugar and caffeine right now. Randomly, I kind of want to go ice skating. Well, my version of ice skating, which means hugging the boards while 5 year olds zoom past me because I suck at it. I think the last time I went skating was in high school (OMG I AM GETTING SO OLD HOW HAS IT BEEN ALMOST 6 YEARS SINCE I GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL?!?).

I should probably go pack or something. Or actually be productive and study.

Hahahahahahaha. Study. That's a good one.

ETA: So I just watched the post-game interviews from last night, haha I really am such a slacker, and seriously Beags, what's up with the creepy 'stache?

Ugh, I am the worst friend ever. Stupid phone fails to alert me to not one, but TWO texts from Asela, making me look like a jackass for not replying back. Even worse is that I'm just now writing back to Karling after she left me a message over a week ago on facebook. Seriously, I am so bad at replying to things that the only sure way for anyone to get in touch with me is to call me. Bad Sarah.

Yet another disappointing loss by the Caps. Guys, games last 60 minutes. That means you have to play for 60 minutes, even if you're up by two goals. On a happier note, yay Beagle! You scored your first goal! I'm so happy for you, since you and Neuvy are basically my favorite Bears this season.

Now if only a certain former Bear who shall remain nameless could start scoring goals as well..

It'll be nice to have that little Thanksgiving break before finals start next week, and I can't believe I'm going to say this but I'm looking forward to seeing the kids again, and Kim and Josh of course, even though they're not very happy with me right now. Instead of the traditional turkey the family wants gumbo, which mom is stuck having to make, even though she doesn't eat it. So I'm going to make borscht for us, since gumbo's not exactly high up on my list of favorites either. She and I are like the worst Cajuns ever.

Because I'm such a terrible procrastinator and waited so long to book my flight, it looks like the Hawaii vacation isn't going to work out. I could seriously book a flight to London for cheaper than Hawaii. So, what I think I'll do instead (since the flight was going to be my Christmas present from the parents) is convince them to buy me an all-expenses paid trip to DC to go see a Caps game sometime during winter break. Booking a flight, hotel, and ticket for a game all together will be cheaper than a flight to Hawaii. Hell, a flight, hotel, ticket and buying a jersey there would be cheaper than just flying to Hawaii. I anticipate much resistance to this idea, but I shall have to try it out.

Dear Caps,

What the fuck was that? You lost to fucking Toronto. What. The. Fuck.

And honestly, considering your sucktastic play, the only reason I didn't want you to lose was because Varly deserved that win, even if the rest of you didn't.

Ugh. I need to just... go watch a disney movie or something. Or read a trashy romance novel. Something. Just. Away from the TV and computer.

Apropos even a year later.



I <3 Sarah Haskins.

Best part about going home? Parents have NHL Network, so yay Saturday night game that I won't have to watch on my computer!

Also, I really hope Neuvy gets into a game this weekend.

Life has not been so great lately, so to cheer myself up I've gotten blissfully drunk and have been rewatching charlie the unicorn (and the sequels? how did I not know about the sequels?) and here comes dr. tran (because of my very immature inner 14 year old), with a few Remy vids thrown in for good measure.

Alcohol makes everything so much better. Too bad it's wearing off. I planned to add some stuff in the new TMM post, but I think I'm just going to go to bed early.

Also, as today's completely random thing I found out, Adam Lambert is (used to?) dating a dude I went to high school with. Figures that if anyone I know from home would become some degree of famous, it would be Drake Labry. It's too bad if they really did break up, 'cause Drake was a pretty good singer in his own right, and now I've got this cute mental image of them doing duets together. Even if I'm wondering how the fuck they ever met.

An article about the 'Gators on Puck Daddy.

I've been going through a really dumb phase for the past week that started Thursday night when I took Katelin to that game. We're driving through Lafayette on the way back after the game and I commented on the crossing signals on the ULL campus, which have this annoying chirping noise play when pedestrians get the signal so that blind people know when to cross. Katelin asked me why it makes that noise, and what do I say? "It's for the deaf people."

And so when we finally get back later that night, we decide to watch Miracle, 'cause even though she'd never actually been to a hockey game until that night, she owns that movie, whereas I, umm, have actually never watched it before [I know, right?]. Go figure. So we're watching and at the bottom of the screen it shows "XIIIth Olympics" and I see that and ask, completely seriously, "What the hell are the xilleth olympics?" I'm blaming the vodka for that one, though.

Two weeks left in the semester and now could not be a worse time for me to be falling into a funk, but I can summon up zero motivation to start studying.

I really want some Greek food.

And I am craving chocolate so badly. I came so close to stopping at Ambrosia for some chocolate petit fours, except that I would have had to wreck my car to change lanes in time. Chocolate.

ETA: YES! The feed is dubbed in Russian again (here, for anyone interested)! These are so much fun! And woo Sasha!

Dance-off time:



I personally feel that BjörkNeuvirth has the advantage. Damn, I hope he gets a call-up soon. Nothing against you, Varly, but I've always had a fondness for Czech goalies.

Well, okay then. Apparently my complaining about the Gators got them to wake up. Or else it's the new coach and the fact that they've replaced a few players on the roster, and Captain PIM was demoted to an A. Wevs, I like to think it's me. So in that case... Caps, you suck. I miss two games and you can't even win it in OT? Ovi, get better.

Either way, the Gators have now won two straight and are no longer in last place. Makes me feel better about taking Katelin to a game Thursday. Although speaking of OT, the SPHL's version of it is five minutes of 3-on-3 play, which was bizarre to watch. And if someone gets a penalty, the other team gets a fourth player on the ice. Just really, really weird.

Also, ( crappy cell phone picture ahead )

But the feed is even awesomer. Thank you, Russian dubber, for making my night. I only understand about 1 out of every 20 words you say, but it's very entertaining nevertheless.

Fuuuuucckkkk.

And today started out so well, too, with my admin law professor making jokes about the poetic justice of Louisianians getting hepatitis A from eating raw oysters and not being able to drink anymore, and about the distinct, petroleum-tanged flavor of our oysters. Which just inexplicably left me craving an oyster po'boy.

But damned if my creepy neighbor didn't just ruin that all. I don't get why he's so obsessed with my love life, and if he tries to set me up with one of his home boys [his words, not mine] I will seriously go crazy. Ugh. I guess I'll start spending a lot more time on campus to avoid him. Or make up an imaginary boyfriend. Or start hoping he goes back to work soon so he doesn't spend so much time hanging around. Or that he gets evicted like my other creepy neighbor from last year. Or get serious about looking for a job somewhere outside of LA so I can move.

I just keep reminding myself that Katelin's coming visit next week. And we're going watch the Gators play, since she's never been to a hockey game before. Even if, based on what I saw from them two weekends ago, I hesitate to call what those guys do playing hockey. You know you're in a bad way when the team captain has 33 PIM in 3 games, which is just 3 PIM less than the league leader who was suspended for "jumping an opposing player directly off a faceoff and gouging his eye," and your head coach steps down after only three games. And on that note, dudes, you are disgracing the legendary Icegator name. Time to get a W, mmkay?

I may have to take back what I said about watching hockey in person being better than watching on TV. Stupid SPHL.

Caps, please make it a good game. Greener, never change.

At least one of my teams to watch every night [Wild on Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday; Caps on Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Sunday; and depending on the line-up or as a back-up I could watch the Pens Wednesday, Friday and Saturday is against the Pens]. Yep, that's what I call a good week. And tonight's game is on Versus, so no crappy internet feed for me!

AND mom's coming visit this weekend for fun shopping times. And Thai food. Because really, any excuse for me to not spend my own money is A-OK with me.

It's 5 o'clock where the Caps are, and hence I've begun the pre-game vodka drinking. However, I am a bit miffed that I am unable to find Russian Standard in my usual Baton Rouge grocery stores. I s'pose I'll have to see if there are any nice liquor stores near my apartment, since the best one I know of doesn't stock it either. I mean, this is Louisiana, land of the daiquiri drive-thrus, you'd think we'd have a better variety of liquor selections in stores. Good ol' Stoli will just have to tide me over until then. Also, it's probably best that I finish off at least one of my bottles before adding another. Otherwise mom might start to worry about me for having two bottles of vodka, a bottle of amaretto and a six pack of Dos Equis, since she finds my jokes about living up to the statistics less than amusing. Parents.

I've also gotten into one of my wait-listed courses for next semester. Go figure it would be the one that (a) I thought I had the least chance to get into and (b) I was least concerned with getting into. Wevs. At least the school decided to make some awesome changes this year. They're dropping the hours required for graduation [only by 3, which isn't much, but since I've already done my summer semester I'll get one easy semester when I'm a 3L] and are currently trying to decide on a better median GPA which is teh awesome. If I actually still wanted to be in law school, I'd be even more stoked, but at least the adjustment will help my resume seem less like it's from someone who couldn't hack it in law school and is looking for a way out. Hopefully.

Now to rustle up something for supper...

On tonight's "Halloween" episode of Wheel of Fortune, of the contestants, one is a Caps season ticket holder [which prompted an Alex Ovechkin mention by Pat Sajak] and another is a student at LSU Law, who is in my International Law class.

ETA: Poor Liz. Only two rounds in and she's spun bankrupt twice. Well, hopefully this appearance will make for an interesting waste of class discussion time, whatever happens.

Seriously, the way Greener tackles Brooksie, and then how they kinda just lay there on the ice together, is just so, so wonderful. And I love BMo's tap-tap on Greener's back, like he's reminding him they're in public and to not start making out or anything.

Or maybe that's just my own imagination adding in that last bit.

My new strategy for dealing with real life: pretend it doesn't exist. This will only work for about another month until finals come around, but for now it feels so nice.

OK, so I finally got around to checking out the "Hockey Diaries," and why the hell did I wait so long before listening to it? Oh Brooksie, you're too awesome. That's all I can say about you. And I kind of really want to meet your mother.

Also, Karl's got the same kind of dog that I do, which I find funny.

And this picture just... I don't have the words.



Oh, Brooksie.

This article makes it impossible for me to dislike Sean Avery anymore. There are some money quotes in this article. Is this what passes for NHL news? Even though that sounds like the dumbest movie idea ever. And this: But sometimes I don't understand how he can put on his pants because they're so tight needs more pictures, 'cause Lundqvist is a hottie.

And somewhere in DC, Sasha Semin is wondering why he was not consulted on the finer points of Eurofashion.

There was more I wanted to talk about, but I'm far too distracted by the Gators/Caps.

It's like, the two hockey loves of my life collide!

The Icegators are holding an alumni game (Shanahan! Valicevic(s)! Schoen! The only name that could make this better is McNeil [c'mon Shawn, Germany can't be so great that you don't have a free weekend for charity!]) to raise money for the family of one of our old players, who discovered he has cancer, accompanied by a silent auction. And one of the items being auctioned off is an AUTHENTIC SIGNED ALEX OVECHKIN JERSEY.

WANT.

WANT SO BAD.

It's only up to $250 in the bidding, but even that's a stretch for my budget. And really, I love you, Ovi, but a #8 wouldn't be my first choice for a Caps jersey 'cause I'm more of a blank back kind of gal, though it's probably the best long-term investment if I were to personalize. (/is still not over Shawn defecting to Germany the season after I FINALLY get his jersey.)

Hmmm. My dad and I are planning to go. Maybe I can plead with him, daddy's little girl and all that jazz. Christmas is already covered, but really really early birthday?

And this will not be the only Gators/Caps collision. BB's son Andy is apparently playing for Mississippi's SPHL team, so I'll actually get a chance to see him play. OK, how cool would that be if I could wear a jersey of the team his dad coaches to one of his games? Maybe that's only cool in my head. Even if I will be cheering for the other team, little Boudreau, I'll silently root for you, as long as you don't go scoring any game winning goals.

Two more days of classes, and then the bliss of fall break in Massachusetts.

Ahhh.

This past weekend was nice. Got some sun, though not enough to give me a good tan, but it was lovely being outdoors for a change. Even if all those silly kids wanted to do was play in the sand and didn't want to get in the water. Which, given that there were a ton of jellyfish around, actually probably wasn't a bad thing.

I ordered a pair of boots today from zappos. I love zappos. If I had lots of money, I would spend all day buying shoes. I just hope they'll be wide enough, since they were completely out of stock in the wide sizes. Stupid big feet of mine.

I also just realized that this weekend will be my first opportunity to wear my "new" coat. It'll be happy to be brought out of the closet a month or two earlier than it expected. Though it also reminds me that I need to buy a new scarf, since my favorite old scarf doesn't exactly match well. Granted, "need" might be a strong word, since it's not often scarf-wearing weather around here.

Now to figure out what to bring. I'm terrible at packing, I always pack way more clothes than I need. And shoes! What shoes do I bring? Dilemma.

Beach trip this weekend, thank you Kim for being a wonderful sister and not just leaving the kids with me at your house. It'll be nice to get some sun, and basically all I've got to do is make sure the kids don't, like, eat sand or drown.

Ahhhh. Just have to make it through two classes.

Caps game tonight, got a bottle of Stoli and some homemade borscht in honor of our Russians.

It's gonna be a good night.

Now if only I could find my bottle opener...