oh, I'm gonna run around in a circle so I can live longer
Dear GMU
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT
-Jules
Like, seriously. I was not optimistic about the odds of our winning, but a) I was not optimistic about the odds of our beating Villanova a few days ago, so hey, what do I know? And b) I figured we would at least be able to walk away with our heads held high. Instead it ended with me muttering about how I was going to find out where the players live and key their cars and Flatmates R and A (from when I was living in London, UGHHHH we still have the best times together, IL them so much, PLUS austen was able to make it, too!) deciding that keying their cars was too good for them because it wasn't humiliating enough. So then I just yelled sadly through the green megaphone on our table.
ME: REBOUND.
austen: They haven't even taken a shot yet!
ME: I'M REALISTIC. LET'S FACE IT, EVEN HOPING FOR A REBOUND IS PROBABLY TOO OPTIMISTIC AT THIS POINT. REBOUND.
But I finally got a bumper sticker for my car out of the deal! Though me, R, and A agreed the stickers looked exactly like the parking passes we had when we were there, but that just made us fonder. Initially. Until the team completely fucking shamed us, I mean. There was lots of beer, though. I ordered Sam Adamses, on account of how he was a brewer...AND A PATRIOT. :D? :D? It didn't help with the game at all, but at least it eased the sting of the complete fucking humiliation we suffered. Then I got home and this (rough approximation) happened:
inlovewithnight: Hey! So, it sounds like it was a bummer? :(
Me: Just look at the score for yourself, I can't even deal with it and I can't possibly be humiliated further tonight.
[pause, clacking of keys as Night checks the score]
NIGHT: ...oof. Ouch.
Me: OH MY FUCKING GOD RIGHT?
Bright side, if you can call it that: I was watching LotR:EE with Night, the cast commentary, because she's watched the DVD with her brother but, as she and I were talking about, she hasn't had the fanGIRL experience, only the fanBOY one. So in the midst of me getting super-defensive and ranting a bunch re: Gondor comes the scene where Boromir comes across the shards of Isildur's sword in Rivendell.NIGHT: So maybe this sounds crazy, but...is there any Aragorn/Boromir?
ME: ...are you joking?
NIGHT: WELL EXCUSE ME THEY WERE TOTALLY EYE-FUCKING THERE, I JUST --
ME: No, I meant the 'are you joking' to mean...seriously, of course there's Aragorn/Boromir. Like, the only time I'd expect that to be unusual is if it was "is there any 'Aragorn/Boromir/Arwen'."
NIGHT: Ooh, that sounds NEAT. I hate to even ask, but is there...?
ME: /o\
Oh LotR I love you so much, why is my nostalgia so great lately. At least it's serving to take my attention off of the horrific experience that was the game tonight. :D? :D? :( :( :( :(
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WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT
-Jules
Like, seriously. I was not optimistic about the odds of our winning, but a) I was not optimistic about the odds of our beating Villanova a few days ago, so hey, what do I know? And b) I figured we would at least be able to walk away with our heads held high. Instead it ended with me muttering about how I was going to find out where the players live and key their cars and Flatmates R and A (from when I was living in London, UGHHHH we still have the best times together, IL them so much, PLUS austen was able to make it, too!) deciding that keying their cars was too good for them because it wasn't humiliating enough. So then I just yelled sadly through the green megaphone on our table.
ME: REBOUND.
austen: They haven't even taken a shot yet!
ME: I'M REALISTIC. LET'S FACE IT, EVEN HOPING FOR A REBOUND IS PROBABLY TOO OPTIMISTIC AT THIS POINT. REBOUND.
But I finally got a bumper sticker for my car out of the deal! Though me, R, and A agreed the stickers looked exactly like the parking passes we had when we were there, but that just made us fonder. Initially. Until the team completely fucking shamed us, I mean. There was lots of beer, though. I ordered Sam Adamses, on account of how he was a brewer...AND A PATRIOT. :D? :D? It didn't help with the game at all, but at least it eased the sting of the complete fucking humiliation we suffered. Then I got home and this (rough approximation) happened:
inlovewithnight: Hey! So, it sounds like it was a bummer? :(
Me: Just look at the score for yourself, I can't even deal with it and I can't possibly be humiliated further tonight.
[pause, clacking of keys as Night checks the score]
NIGHT: ...oof. Ouch.
Me: OH MY FUCKING GOD RIGHT?
Bright side, if you can call it that: I was watching LotR:EE with Night, the cast commentary, because she's watched the DVD with her brother but, as she and I were talking about, she hasn't had the fanGIRL experience, only the fanBOY one. So in the midst of me getting super-defensive and ranting a bunch re: Gondor comes the scene where Boromir comes across the shards of Isildur's sword in Rivendell.NIGHT: So maybe this sounds crazy, but...is there any Aragorn/Boromir?
ME: ...are you joking?
NIGHT: WELL EXCUSE ME THEY WERE TOTALLY EYE-FUCKING THERE, I JUST --
ME: No, I meant the 'are you joking' to mean...seriously, of course there's Aragorn/Boromir. Like, the only time I'd expect that to be unusual is if it was "is there any 'Aragorn/Boromir/Arwen'."
NIGHT: Ooh, that sounds NEAT. I hate to even ask, but is there...?
ME: /o\
Oh LotR I love you so much, why is my nostalgia so great lately. At least it's serving to take my attention off of the horrific experience that was the game tonight. :D? :D? :( :( :( :(
Originally posted at Dreamwidth.
comments; reply here or there with your DW username or OpenID.