I'm glad to see that people are still (at least occasionally) reading my blog. ^.^

But I have to say, it's quite hard to post for me sometimes. And by sometimes, I mean when I get into a funk of not posting. Somehow I want to stay away when I do that, and simply not come back. At all.

I do that with too many things--either I do them frequently or I stay away from them for quite a long time.

Which leads me to say... I'm on a fucking binge of The Strokes. Jesus. I've listened to Is This It about fifty times through since I've gotten here. And I've decided it's infinitely better than Room on Fire (except for Reptilia, which is still my favorite song). I guess part of my preference is that every song doesn't sound like every other song. Go figure. Anyways, now I want The Strokes (and The Darkness, of course) to make more music. Now.

Of course, for all I know, both bands have come out with new records. I'm so out of the loop without Eric to jump on my back and scream, "OMGOMGOMG TEH STORKS HVAE A NEW BALUM!!!!! LOLOLOLOL!!!!"

I miss Eric doing that to me. No wait. No I don't.

Anyways, I have to read Euripedes's "Medea" for my Proseminar tomorrow. It's definitely easier reading than The Odyssey and shorter than Sophocles's Oedipan trilogy, which we've had to read already. So I'm not worried. Also, we received a short presentation of it in our Academic Decathlon class, so I sort of remember that people died and stuff.

I think I need to play poker, though. Or board games. Lots of board games. I played LOTR Risk on Sunday night with three friends (two of whom were my suitemates and the other of whom was a fellow who I play soccer with who is also a Turkophile), but I need more. Especially since I lost. Well, I sort of lost. The Turkophile had the most commanding position, and one of my suitemates was near death. My other suitemate and I were both in pretty unpleasant straits, but we weren't doing -poorly-. It was cool though--I made like two or three comebacks in that game after I'd been more or less crippled beyond any hope of victory. It was, needless to say, a very long game. Eventually we just fucked it and went to Friday's with these females that desperately wanted to go to Friday's.

I got a fucking salad. I'm so ashamed of myself. At least I ate some of everyone else's food that they couldn't finish. Damn non-Texans and their puny appetites.

So anyways, I'd now like to mention soccer. I play intramural, of course; I've never actually played in a league, so anything more would be simply inconceivable. Anyways, we won our first game about two weeks ago. That was a huge confidence boost for our team, which is made up mostly of free agents and never practices (ever). I had the honor of playing the most minutes in that game. But then, I was also the goalie--the only goalie on the team that -liked- to play goalie, in fact. And I wasn't terrible. We won 14-7.

Unfortunately, we lost the next two games, 12-11 and 11-4. That last one was really embarrassing, but I can simply shirk all responsibility cause they pulled me from the goalie position when we fell behind in both games. I can't imagine for the life of me why. (Actually the team is co-ed and you can have either three males and two females or three females and two males on the field, including the goalie--when we decided we needed offense, I got yanked so we could get three guys up front. Damn sexism. Then again, our girls really suck.)

So anyways, we need to win our next two games to make the playoffs. We can do it, actually. We just sort of have to actually do it. Which means, as one of my teammates said, we need to be more spirited early in the game. And I need to yell more. Done and done.

And that's all for now, folks. Hasta la byebye.