Truth be told, I miss you

Only two weeks of freedom left.

Though I am looking forward to going to the zoo Tuesday with Katie. Not sure why, but I have had this inexplicable desire to go to the zoo for months now. So yay for trip to New Orleans and the zoo!

Also, I think "dirty French Canadian slut" might be my new favorite phrase [I have nothing better to do today than look back at the old posts on TMM]. I think I can no longer deny my crush on YET ANOTHER Penguin. I may be the most blasphemous Caps fan ever. Oh, Max Talbot. It's this picture that does it for me.



Is it the glasses? The crooked viking hat? I don't know. I think my Cajun heritage has left me with a weakness for French Canadians [see also Jose Theodore, perhaps the king of the dirty French Canadian sluts].

Also, I am so ditzy today. I check my email, and there's a message from facebook that I have a friend request from "Lsu Sba." I spent, no lie, five minutes trying to think who this Lsu Sba person is and how I know him, because that's a really unusual name and you'd think I'd remember meeting him, then finally go over to facebook to check his profile.

Um, yeah, that's LSU SBA. *headdesk*

Wow, this weekend was brutal. However, it also reminded how much I do not want to have kids, so I s'pose it wasn't a complete bust. It was also a completely unproductive weekend, which was exactly what I didn't need a week away from finals.

If there's one good thing about summer semester, it's that I'm only taking two classes, so only two finals to worry about. Still, I've been really lax about studying, and as it has in the past, it's about to come back and bite me in the ass.

Thank goodness for my penguin-shaped cocktail shaker. I've dubbed him Evgeni, after my second favorite Russian [and forbidden love on the Penguins].



Evgeni and I have a hot date planned for next Wednesday night. Just him, me, and a bottle of vodka. [And probably a pizza, a pint of Ben and Jerry's, and several Disney movies.]

Dear Penguins,

I should hate you.

Really. I should.

I didn't have a problem with you in the regular season. You might even say I liked you, in a forbidden love kind of way. Then you knocked my beloved Caps out of the playoffs, which should have exposed you to my everlasting ire. I'll admit, I had my moments hoping the Canes would obliterate you in the next round. But I find I can't stay mad at you, mostly because Malkin rocks my world almost as much as Ovie. You've won me over, are you happy now?

You're lucky I have a weakness for Russians. [And that your captain has a magnificent, captivating ass, but shh. That's our little secret.]

So please, please, win game 7.

Sincerely,
Sarah

P.S. As a show of my support for you: