It's like the whole 8 weiners, 12 buns conundrum.
off the top:
Two funny Bertuzzi comics: one from
The Blueline, and another from
The Instigator. They're funny cuz they're true . . .
I am now the proud owner of a hockey stick. Well, right now it's more like a Post-It note with a bad approximation of a hockey stick on it stuck haphazardly to a puck and a roll of hockey tape, but it's the thought that counts, right?
the score:
Went to Alice's to watch the HNIC double-header. It was sort of an it-was-our-birthday-last-week-so-let's-watch-hockey-eat-junkfood-and-get-shitfaced kind of charade. You know how those things are. Her birthday was on the 6th, but she's a year behind me. She's also a Canucks fan. Tsk, tsk . . .
I missed the first part of the Leafs-Habs game. But obviously, I couldn't give a flying fuck. Besides, I saw the next two periods, where Toronto LOST, so all was right in the world once more.
All of Alice's roommates are Leafs fans, so much of the evening was spent in trash-talking as we got trashed. Because alcohol was involved, I can't really recount for you the plays. My jersey was confiscated and hidden for the first game, but I found it for the second, so all was good. I remember being annoyed at Fisher's goal being disallowed for goalie interference, even though that call was questionable. And I watched Spezza do a pirouette in the faceoff circle that cost him the faceoff. What a dork. One of Alice's roommates, Eric, actually played with him back in junior days in TO. Obviously, Spezza kicked his ass, and that's why Eric was sitting on the couch, drinking cheap beer, and Jason was on the ice, on TV. But that's how it is.
It was battle of the backups last night, with Super-K going against Johan Hedberg, but my goalie won out. He was rock solid, whilst Hedberg looked like he'd rather Cloutier was playing . . .
off the ice:
*Ahhh* . . . that's the feeling of the Force balancing out. Until Thursday's bout against Calgary, I hadn't watched hockey in
over a week, and I was feeling a little off my game. Now it's all good.
in other news:
Here's what annoys me: I am always scrupulously careful to use exactly the same amount of conditioner as I use shampoo, even though I always want to use more, becuase my hair's so damned thick and it doesn't always get all the way through . . . anyway, much to my dismay, I discovered that I'm out of conditioner! Why? Because the shampoo comes in bottles of 355 mL, but the conditioner bottle only contains 300 mL. What. The.
Fuck?
For those of you who care (haha, that would be none of you!), my essay is done, and it was pretty good. The midterm is written. So, this weekend, in the midst of my fantastical social schedule, I have had to study for a midterm on Middle English and the Renaissance, ink a comic book, and write an essay on porn. How did that work out for me? I'll keep you posted. I'm still pretty distracted with schoolwork and the like. The only reason this particular post is as long as it is is because I've been adding to it over a few days. It may look like I've got a lot of time on my hands, but it's all a carefully constructed facade . . . talk to me again in about two weeks, and I should be more of a conversationalist by then.
On the conversion-of-the-entire-universe-to-the-internet front, my cousin, Lindsay, as notorious for not responding to emails as she is for her abysmal spelling, has begun a
weblog. Do check it out. I'm rather entertained. That picture on her page is of her van, which she drove all the way across the country, with one hand. Interesting girl.
On Friday, I went with
Caity and Sarah to
Empire Grill, which is in the market, across from the Blue Cactus. We went as a post-birthday celebration type deal. It was nice. We got this huge booth to ourselves and each of us consumed some form of killer dessert. I suppose Sarah's was mildly more healthy than Cait's or mine, but they were pretty intense. Lots of sugar. We had a nice Reisling to go with it. We picked it because, at 24$, it was the cheapest thing on the menu, but it was good. Because I was the one who ordered it, I got to do the whole looking-at-the-label-then-tasting-the-wine-and-keeping-the-cork shebang. Like I know what I'm doing . . . I looked at the label, to make sure he hadn't fucked up and brought us a red, or something like that. Then I tasted it. This I know how to do. Swirl the glass. Sniff it. If it smells like ammonia, it's corky, and should be sent back. If it smells like wine, it's good. Take a sip. Let it sit on your tongue. If it tastes bitter or corky, send it back. Luckily, this was a good bottle. But then the guy left the cork behind. Even long after he'd removed the empty bottle and the plates and everything else, the cork remained. What am I supposed to do with the cork? Keep it as a souvenir? I dunno. Because it was our birthday, though, we got free desserts, and that's always a bonus. We then went to Minglewood's for nostalgia's sake. We stayed about forty-five minutes and had two drinks. We discovered that we had definitely outgrown the place. There was no one over nineteen in the whole building, and they were all drunken, smelly, dancing like hoes, and yelling about March Break. I think I got home about 12:30, was in bed by 12:45, and was asleep by 1:00, which gave me eight uninterrupted hours until I woke up at 9:00. I am so old!
Haha, Sam and Jay came by yesterday. They were on a date, and I was working on my comic strip, so they didn't stay long, but they gave me a SUPERMAN TSHIRT! YEEHAW. My collection is growing. I now have Superman, Batman, and Spiderman. My next goal is the Flash or the Green Lantern. If you know where I can get those, lemme know. They're not as popular.
Posted by Ally at March 13, 2004 12:00 AM
