Back in Oxford, special times are gonna happen. Or, ~special times~ I mean. Who has 2000 words on early medieval Frankish church reform for Tuesday? There are TWO WHOLE DAYS of drinking between me and that, no lie. So, like, irrelevant! My tutor thinks I am dumb anyway (true, in all senses) I am giving up hope so soon.
Listening to
Kurtenblog's podcast today, I learned that Derek Boogaard and Jay Bouwmeester played together in Medicine Hat? What an amazing fact; I hope to use it in an irrelevant and creepy way! It's not hard, though, because apparently I am a huge defender of Boogaard, and care deeply? CREEPY. I only noticed because my mother has Center/re Ice, and I watched a ton of Wild games and kept on, like, cheering for them, and him? FINE FINE I give in it was amazing. Especially in games where he actually played, come on like a sparkly unicorn. *Listening* to the Wings-Canes last night was so depressing, and not only because WHAT THE FUCK WALLIN WHAT THE FUCK WAY TO FUCKING PASS TO BERTUZZI AND ALSO FUCKING HELP WITH THAT SHITTY 5-3 IN THE LAST TWO MINUTES OF THE THIRD WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?
WHAT THE FUCK.
Um. Nice thing!
Wings window shop at auto show: Abdelkader, Helm enjoy a day at the Detroit auto show. They are probably contractually obliged to do this, and they are totally adorable. Darren and Justin's big day out! Aww.