Giants are bigger than Patriots.

There's something oddly delicious about an occasional hotdog, chips and coke. Mm. Tastey.

I wish I was one of those die-hard fans who watch the superbowl every year, celebrate, throw giant parties, make food according to the orgins of the teams, fireworks, shouting, throwing of confetti, color coordinated clothes, and get that undeniably great feeling when ones team manages to run the clock to the final second and win the game when all odds are against them. Last night, I watched the last 5 minutes of the game and then went to sleep. Instead of gluing myself to the tv, I hung out with Sara, got coffee, came home and danced most of the night away and managed to catch the last couple of minutes just in time to see the Patriots lose.

I do love me some football. Really, I do. I just didn't have any desire to watch the game and, even more shocking, I didn't even see any of the commercials. I'm pretty sure I had more fun throwing rocks into the "lake" with Cassidy than if I had stayed in front of the TV.

One of the best parts of the SuperBowl is the finger foods that come out of hiding. Finger foods aren't appreciated as much as they should be; everything has cheese on it. I wish there was a superbowl every month.

I'm so sick of school. I like the learning part, I hate the test part. It's so stupid. This is not a good place because now I'm becoming immune to the test-dread and the test-dread is the only thing that keeps me studying. I would enjoy learning so much more if there wasn't so much weight put on a particular set of questions, on a particular day, at a particular time and this one test can make you smart, or make you dumb. I love my geology class because there are no tests, but projects and homework which make me learn and understand.

I just got really freaked out.


Carmen.