Wandering Aimlessly

Men's game tonight. MUCH less painful than the women's game was last night. I had 141 people come through my door, as opposed to the, like, 15 from yesterday. Still not a lot, but hey, the crowd was into it tonight. And they won. Go Illini! AND, to make things better, the music before the game started was a LOT better than last night. Last night they played this one awful song (it almost sounded like Michael Jackson, but not one I'd heard before) THREE times. In a row. Dude. VARIETY. Please. Tonight, they had good music. Usher, Destiny's Child... they played "Pop." Twice. This cracks me up a bit, because the players give the sound guys CDs to play. That means that one of the basketball players requested nsync. Which, good for him! Makes me want to get up and dance, so it probably puts them in a happy, energetic mood to start the game, too!

Not much with the exciting these days. I left my CD in my car. ::pouts:: No Blowin' Me Up (With Her Love) for me. No I Will, no Joey on Wayne Brady. No Justified. Apparently JC released another version of BMU today. Want to hear. I'm so in love with the first version that I'm hoping these changes improve upon it, because I'll be sad if I don't like it as well and this new one ends up on the CD.

Anything else going on in my life? Not so much. My mom's coming to visit this weekend. That'll be fun. Oookay. I'm so interesting. I'm so entertaining. See, Carolyn, you begged and begged for me to blog, and I got nothin'.

Lance asked me to write him a letter of recommendation for a teaching award he's nominated for. Dude, I don't know how to write a letter of recommendation! I can't very well say "Lance is the coolest. So cool, in fact, that Meg and I bought him a picture of Jude Law as a thank-you gift. Now how many TA's do we do that for?" Ha. Yeah, that wouldn't go over real swiftly with the review board. I'll do it, but I hope he can give me a little guidance. I do NOT want to write him a crappy letter.

Note to self: Don't write a story involving a gay character and give it to a class made up almost entirely of freshman guys. They just can't get past that one little fact and move on. The whole workshopping-my-story thing kinda came out of left field and smacked me with a bit of a surprise, because I wasn't in class on Thursday and didn't know it had been handed out. And we hadn't finished the stories that we'd gotten BEFORE Thursday. Guess he was really itching to discuss it. <.shrug>

Okay, for all that rambling, I said not a thing of real interest. =/ Sorry, dudes.