OH NO I'M LATE WHO KNOWS HOW MUCH REPETITIVE TACKLING AND COMMENTATOR INNUENDO I MIGHT HAVE MISSED

( They're currently replaying a slow-mo leap up and hug in mid-air between two players. Or maybe it was a tackle. I choose to believe it was a hug. )

OK, I wasn't going to reblog the half time show, but I just must register this: WHAT. THE. ASS. WAS SHE A HUGE FAN OF IMMORTALS OR SOMETHING. And then there's that bit where her backing dancers are basically flipping her around. I'm far more excited to be watching them, to be honest. NOT THAT WAY. OK, a little bit.

( In other news, I love that my dash has become one big OMGGGG AVENGERS TRAILER lovefest )

I just heard something the commentators said as "Do you think Brady is affected by the majority's giant crab?" I swear, my ears think this is a WAY more exciting (and smutty) game than it actually is.

( So Brady has an injured ankle and is 'not himself'. The commentator pines over his well-being and just wishes that he'd let him help him. )

WAIT WE'RE BACK FROM THE FIRST QUARTER AND SOMEONE IS ROLLING ON THE GROUND WHAT IS HAPPENING

( The smut is strong with this one. )

For those new to this, I used to do this thing where I liveblogged sports I had no idea of the rules of. This tradition has fallen by the wayside in recent times, but now my good friend Jackie reminds me of my duties, and WHAT THE HELL, I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING TOMORROW. Except, well, going to the gym bright and early for the first time (uuurrrrrgh ( Read more... )

I have a Greek exam in two days, or, in another way of looking at it, just under 40 hours. I have Guards! Guards! rehearsals every night next week. I have a presentation on Friday which I've barely begun to research for.

And yet, god help me, I'm going to try liveblogging the Superbowl again.

( If I've posted this, it hasn't been a disaster. )

And here we go, it’s the recap of the Grand Prix final! ( Holy shit, it's actually EXCITING! )

I know I’m not up in Durham, but I hardly have anything else to do today - my parents are exhausted from the ball the night today, and my jetlag-affected sleep pattern continues to maintain a level of fatigue on my body similar to a bad cold - so recapping the Singapore Grand Prix seems as good a way to pass the time as any ( Read more... )

I've just got back from an SFX weekend in Leeds - I got far too excited about jelly, almost literally ROFLed at a napkin ghost, and had a train driver wave and blow a kiss at me WTF - and now, I am all set to recap the Hungarian Grand Prix with Claire and MattMatt.

I am also slightly distracted reading cleolinda's recaps of Breaking Dawn. I FINALLY GAVE IN ( Read more... )

Today, I could be revising, or looking through my summative essay to see if it all actually makes sense or is just 71 footnotes strung together with 'However' in between. But no, I'm sitting in the living room of my friend Claire (aka trinityblack) for the Formula 1. Because apparently my Superbowl recap was awesome, and one is wanted for the Formula 1, ( Read more... )