"Waaaah! My parents don't understand me." No. They understand me fine. They understand that I'm a hopeless loser with no common sense and no backbone. Somehow my dad ended up with not one, but two (2) extra tickets to tonight's game and he didn't invite me. The people in his office are, well, really annoying, and they're going to be sitting way up in the upper deck, but still. His own daughter and an alumni of the university. Waaaah. If my mom was here she'd just yell at me for not having the gumption to say five words to him. She already thinks that my dad and I only speak to each other about once every three months.

More like once every month. We are father and daughter for pity's sake. ;)

I still feel like a fish out of water, being the band geek who isn't in school during football season. Not that I'd still necessarily do marching band, even though the place where I'm going to grad school has one of the best marching bands in the country... Arrrrgghhh, I'm too old for marching band anyway. Eight years of band geekdom is enough. I can have a life now!!!!

*big giant belly laugh*

Blaaargggh, my poor old bones need a nap so they can stay up to watch the lousy game on the shitty, dying TV. I still can't help thinking about the wonders of combustion though...

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