Aaaaand the Saints are in the Super Bowl.
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I don't have TV, so I called my Dad and he gave me a play-by-play of about the last hour of the game. I don't even care about football. Why am I crying?
I'm not going to New Orleans for Mardi Gras this year and I get really, really sad every time I think about it. Last year I got so depressed at the thought of not being in New Orleans for Mardi Gras that I just went "fuck it" and bought a plane ticket, but this year I have to be *financially responsible.* :\ My classmate and downstairs neighbor (also from NOLA) and I are trying to figure out a way to host a kickass party in our tiny studio apartments. Alternatively, we will just find somewhere to get very drunk.
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