coffeesnob318 | Like a chicken with its head cut off

But not as bloody. So much to do today. Yet here I am.

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Which 1990's Subculture Do You Belong To?

[Another Quiz by Kris
@ couplandesque.net]

Talked to my mom last night and was given the honor of finishing her shopping for Bock, since she lives out in the middle of nowhere and, thus, can't find half the things on her list. Add one more thing to the list. Of course, I can't blame her - I was the big mouth who volunteered. Not my most clever moment. And Grandma is already cooking for Christmas day, before she even knew we were going to make it, pulling us there by sheer force of will. Of course, not much force is required for me to gravitate toward free food. Or the side of the family that I haven't seen in a while.

Tuesday night was fun. We went to the Loophole and watched UNT get beaten at the New Orleans Bowl (I forget what food item it's called by). Boys are funny when they're watching football. Sarah and I were entertained all night by random shouts of "keel eem" (English translation - Kill him) from the other table and "You're fired" coupled with grand leaps into the air and whooping by the guys at our table. Then she and I would calmly look at each other and give a very tame and dignified high five. Occasionally we had to ask if they knew that the players couldn't actually hear them. Of course, I'm one to talk. The neighbors complain when Michelle and I watch hockey.

Speaking of hockey, I'm an idiot. I was offered free tickets to go watch Dallas and Vancouver play last night, and I turned them down. Sure, I had plans, but I'm sure we could have worked the game into them. I'm just not sure that the administration would approve of me accepting tickets from students. I was so upset I didn't even watch the game to see who won. Dallas hasn't been doing well this year - I'm a little afraid to find out.