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Note: I wrote this on Tues. the 6th while I was home on spring break. Home=bad internet, therefore I wasn’t able to post it till I got back to school today. It may be a little dated, but try to take yourself back to last Tuesday and enjoy. And to tell you all what ended up happening: I did come back to school to find a rejection letter from Harvard in my mailbox. Fortunately, also in the mailbox was my new Boston University sweatshirt.

Motown Philly, Back Again

Greetings from the futon in my house! It’s Spring Break and my laptop, the TV and I are having quality time while I work on and procrastinate from my honors thesis. I returned to the “Rochester metropolitan area” (Tricia’s words) late Sunday night, after attending the American College Personnel Association (ACPA) Conference in Philadelphia to start off my break. My big plans for break included having sinus surgery, however not only do I need to have more tests done before they do it, I now have my third sinus infection this year and am on new antibiotics. These ones are pretty interesting–I usually don’t get side effects, but I’m definitely feeling them with these. So bear with me.

This weekend was supposed to be full of career exploration, networking and fun. It was fun, but it was full of all of that fun inner turmoil that comes with being 40 days away from graduation. Saturday afternoon, I’m sitting there thinking, “Wait, I don’t know if this is what I really want to do. Do I want to deal with college students my whole life?” Saturday night, I was depressed at that thought and the one that I had spent two sessions hearing that two year programs are preferable to one year programs (and Boston University is a one-year program.) BAH! What am I doing? But by the end of the day on Sunday, I had settled down a bit. I like academic advising, I like alumni affairs, and the best thing about higher education administration is that if I need to get out at anytime, I work at a college and can take classes for a reduced price towards another degree. I just don’t know if student affairs (student activities and residential life) is where I want to spend the majority of my time. I can’t be workaholic me forever–I need to be able to separate work from home at the end of the day, and with that you can’t always do that. But I’m still young, and I’m willing to do that for a while. We’ll see what happens.

But the big news is that I’ve pretty much decided (99.9% sure) that I will spend the next year of my life as a Terrier, trading one BU for the other. I’m mostly excited because if you read my journal from August, all I did was gush about Boston University. Still, I am a little disappointed–I still haven’t received a letter from Harvard or BC, but I’m assuming they came yesterday to my school mailbox and were negative. I have to give BU an answer by Friday, and I have to assume by what I heard this weekend that I would of heard weeks ago had either one accepted me. BC I’m not sad about–sure, it would be a fun sports school, but I think a closed Catholic campus isn’t quite me right now. But Harvard I’m a little in denial about. I know there are people who have more qualifications in the world–many more–but I thought I was Harvard material. Maybe I’d fill some kind of quota for them–the poor girl from Western NY who has a 3.7?–but I guess this wasn’t my year. Oh well, BU wants me, likes me, and I like them. And really, my real dream was to move to a big city, get a Master’s, and be in someplace that I enjoy. And that’s what I will do in 40 days.

And from one big city to another, there are some peculiar things I noticed about Philly. One, it has all one way streets (not that that’s really unusual to me anymore) but they all have random “NO TURN” signs at the lights. Well, in order to get into the parking lots, you have to turn at the light. Maybe it was just that you weren’t supposed to turn right. But the signs gave no other directions, not even an arrow, so I assumed it applied to both. I’m glad I wasn’t driving. As evidenced by my driving to my appointment Monday morning (where I got lost on Westfall Road, and nearly hit a few mailboxes in Pittsford, where you really really don’t want to hit anything because the residents are SUPER rich), I should probably not drive in a major city. I probably shouldn’t drive in anything bigger than Rochester. Also, in Pennsylvania, when you enter and exit the tolls, there are no lanes. It’s a wild free-for-all until the lanes start up again. And there are apparently no cops in Pennsylvania, and the few that there are all hang out on the NY-PA border, catching the “crazy kids” who speed on 81. I hadn’t been in Pennsylvania in four years, and that was when I flew there to connect flights. The last time I had really been in PA, I was 15 and going to Hershey Park. Erie when I was 17 doesn’t count because Erie is not Pennsylvania, no matter how much you try to convince me otherwise. It’s just Western New York, which in turn is just Southern Ontario, which makes Erie just a town in Southern Ontario, not Pennsylvania. But my point with that all was to say is that I don’t remember all of these driving peculiarities from my previous trips because of my age and subsequent driving naiveté.

Speaking of naiveté, I am convinced that I’m really not an idiot, I’m just naive. That’s going to be my excuse for everything from now on. “I’m not an idiot, I’m just naive.” I think if Jessica Simpson said that, her stupidity would all make sense.

And on to more naiveté…

-This morning, I got to sit in my pajamas (not the football pants, but the “cat’s pajamas” pants–get it? “The Cat’s Pajamas?” I am Kat, I wear pajamas, they’re the “cat’s pajamas?”) and read a new Bill Simmons article followed by Peter King’s Monday Morning Quarterback from yesterday that I hadn’t gotten the chance to read yet. If I had a peanut butter cookie from the Hinman Night Owl and an Oreo cookie milkshake from the CIW Night Owl with Barenaked Ladies blaring on a stereo and a hot guy was lying next to me (Dream Job Mike?), it would of been the most perfect fifteen minutes of my life. As it was, the reality was pretty good. I feel okay about abandoning sports writing as a career three years ago as long as those two are writing.

-Mike from Dream Job is THE HOTTEST GUY EVER. HANDS DOWN. AMAZING. I only was able to see the last two episodes of Dream Job, so I know I missed out on a lot. But still, those two episodes, and his SportsCenter appearance the following night left me drooling. I don’t even care that he agreed with Tony Kornheiser in saying figure skating isn’t a sport, that’s how good looking he is to me. Sense of humour with knowledge of sports and amazing good looks=SUPREME HOTTNESS.

-My father is in denial that I like baseball. We come home Sunday night and I hurried to turn on Sportscenter to see the score of the Red Sox-Orioles game. It flashed on the screen, Red Sox 2, Orioles 7, and I groaned (ever since the Orioles treated the Rochester Red Wings so poorly before we broke our association with them, I hate them). My father shook his head. “I thought I raised you better than to like baseball.”

In other baseball news, Peter King’s article in Sports Illustrated two weeks ago about what was wrong with baseball is nearly identical to the point of my Power Point presentation in Intro to Sports Management back in Fall 2000. Except of course that it’s almost four years later and he’s more knowledgeable on the subject than 18 year old me was. Right on.

And my fantasy team rocks, especially my pitchers.

-The Patriots play the Niners at home this upcoming season. Can the 98 Niners play the Patriots instead? Either way, I’m going. Coincidence that my favourite team is playing in my new residence the fall I get there? I think not! Okay, maybe. But it’s a nice one. (But if it’s Homecoming weekend, I can’t go. This would be a tough decision for me if the Niners were going to be any good this year, but they aren’t.)

I am off to the post office to mail forms to my new school! Till next time…

Ramblings From Work…

I know, I said I wasn’t going to be able to update this for three weeks. Well, I just happened to bring the laptop to work during my weekend rotation and was a tad on the bored side (the Texas-North Carolina game just ended and I got to the end of one of my articles for my paper), so I figured I’d take a moment and write. I don’t think I realized how many people actually read this until my friends that I don’t get the chance to talk to too often started to stop me on campus or leave me an IM and tell me that they read something in my blog. It’s cool to think that people read this–I always did want to be a journalist, but somehow I got derailed on that road. This works though. Maybe someday I’ll revisit that. So thanks for reading everyone–I’m really flattered that you do!

-My brackets, they are a mess. Thursday was a glorious day, well, until 5pm, that is, when BYU lost to Syracuse. I had been 3-0 in the early games, having picked Manhattan to upset. When I left for art history around 4:15, BYU was leading. I was stunned. I had ended up picking BYU because I couldn’t allow myself to break my streak of picking them without fail, and because I had convinced myself that Syracuse stunk. Sure, Syracuse started pulling out some wins along it’s conference season, but before that it had looked just a tad glum. Plus, by the time that game started, I was convinced I was on a total bracket roll and could afford one loss.

But no, Syracuse had to pull it out, like the defending national champions they are and beat BYU. The poor Mormons. Maybe Steve Young can stop by school and deliever a motivational speech. And while he’s at it, can he stop by my school and do the same, for my brackets are now totally in shambles and I need some motivation to keep checking my standing among the Holiday boys (again, I am the only girl in the pool). I also need some thesis motivation.

-On that note, does anyone ever think that BYU ever brags about Jim McMahon? In their football recruiting materials or any admissions materials at all, do they ever actually mention the fact that he went there? I mean, if I’m a conservative, no-alcohol, no-drugs, no pre-marital sex, Book of Mormon reading parent, and my son or daughter receives promotional material from a school naming a bad-boy where-have-you-been lately, DUI committing, ex-NFL quarterback as one of their alumni, wouldn’t you just be a little skeptical? Even the Mormons couldn’t curb that guy’s image. How the heck are they going to control your kid, who, for anyone over on this coast, is going to be thousands of miles and several hours away from Mom and Dad? I’ll have to dig out the old BYU mailing I got when I was in tenth grade, if I still have it, and see.

-Keeping on the topic of NFL quarterbacks, Alex Van Pelt was released by the Buffalo Bills this week. This is very saddening to me, seeing that I felt deeply sentimental about him. I mean, he was around the Bills for most of my football watching life. Mind you, he never really played much during my football watching life, nor did he really do anything too often to merit any starting position, but I had a soft spot for him nevertheless. I think it was because anytime he was mentioned on TV or the radio, my father would say, “Hey, Lucy Van Pelt’s brother plays for the Bills!” Lucy Van Pelt, being of course, the full name of Lucy from the Peanuts comics. Why my father knows that, I don’t know (he has a knack for random trivia, one I think I inherited), but he always says it, even last summer, when I came home from Bills training camp disappointed that it looked like Travis Brown was going to move up on the depth chart and mentioned it to him. And just as he said that, the power went out as we were hit by that major power outage.

But don’t fret–Van Pelt (Alex, not Lucy) was picked up by the Bills Radio Network to work Bills telecasts. Which, of course, I won’t be able to catch anymore seeing that I’ll be spending at least the next year in Patriots country. Hmm…I’m giving up Van Pelt calling Bills games for having Tom Brady talked about every five seconds. I think I can live.

-I am addicted to the show Cold Pizza on ESPN2. I started watching it over the January break, and watched it again last week while I was home. Why can I only watch it at home you may ask? Because Binghamton is weird, and despite all my begging during DIFR committee meetings during my term as DTC President, and all of Rob’s begging on my behalf at them this year, Binghamton Telecom STILL hasn’t added ESPN2 onto campus cable. It’s a travesty–we get the Outdoor Life Hunt-o-Rama channel, but we don’t get ESPN2. Now, last I checked, most Binghamton students have no interest in watching programming about hunting wild turkeys. I don’t know–maybe I’m completely out of touch with these kids. Anyway, I would really like to watch Cold Pizza in the mornings before I head off to work. But I can’t. I may be here for only (checks countdown) 57 more days, but I’m thinking of my younger peers. Don’t deprive them any longer, Telecom. Give them their ESPN2.

-I am in love with the song “Aluminum” by, you guessed it, Barenaked Ladies. (All those who know me well, and even those who don’t, all know that any questions about things I love or adore can be answered with one of three things: Barenaked Ladies, Steve Young, and My Big Fat Greek Wedding. For example, if I were to say, “You know what I just love?” you would answer, “Barenaked Ladies? Steve Young? My Big Fat Greek Wedding?” And I would say, “Well, besides those.”)

Anyway, so I am in love with this song, and the verse that was cut from it during recording that recently resurfaced (okay, I admit it, I’m a junkie who reads the band’s blog everyday, where this verse was mentioned, then I went to Yahoo and looked up the cut verse.) The cut verse reads:

“Why should it come as a big surprise

It’s just an element of disguise

Even your emotions are anodized”

Now, if a song can teach me a new word, such as this one did with the word anodize (to coat in metal), it gets my everlasting adoration. Therefore, I adore this song. Hence why I keep quoting it as my away message. So here’s my caveat emptor for the week: I may be quoting this song in my away message a lot, but it means absolutely nothing. I just like the song. I think it’s got to be one of the best songs I’ve ever heard. But just because it’s so lyrically clever. I mean, the song is basically saying someone is so fake–they appear to be silver, but they are just aluminum, which is just about one of the best analogies I’ve ever heard. But I don’t mean it towards anyone, so don’t you all worry.

-I got into Northeastern yesterday. Unfortunately, at this point, I just can’t commit to two more years of school. I can’t do it. Maybe if I hadn’t burnt myself the past 2 ½ years, I could. But I’m exhausted from being a stressed out workaholic student since age 3, and I don’t think I’d make it another two. I mean, sure, once I’m out of school, my blood pressure will drop a good 20 points, making it even lower than it is now (which isn‘t a real good thing), but I think the bags under my eyes might disappear and I’ll stop getting gray hair. I am pretty much set to go to Boston University starting three days after graduation, and I’m happy about that. Then at this time next year, I’ll have to decide what I’m doing again. But at least I’ll be REALLY done.

Okay, at this point, I’m back in my room and I’m about to go to bed. Yep, my life is lame. I’m probably one of the most dull 22 year olds you will ever meet.

The Blur That Was The Last Two Weeks

I warn you all: this may be the last time I write in three weeks. In the next three weeks, I have three papers (one of them being my honors thesis), a midterm, a presentation, SA and Mountainview Elections stuff-o-rama, and CDT Sweatshirt Distribution. Oh, and my brackets. And I’m behind on everything because of my oh-so-lovely illness (which is dealable with for now). So take this abbreviated entry and make it last three weeks, unless I decide to procrastinate at any point during the next three weeks of all-nighters.

And since the past two weeks have been a completely medicated and sometimes-not-medicated enough blur, I bring you a random bunch of notes.

-I have this sneaking suspicion that the Terrell Owens trade will be rescinded. I don’t think it should, but I think it will. I don’t know why. I’ve come up with a bunch of different reasons that I could easily argue against. We’ll see, I guess. I just think it will. Premonition…meaning I’m probably wrong, because I’m never right when I chalk something up to that.

-Yes, I will still watch hockey, and I will still let any future children I may have watch and play hockey, even after this Todd Bertuzzi event. I think this combined with the McSorley event of a few years ago and the upcoming labor dispute will cause a decrease in the amount of violence allowed on the ice. As violent as America is, a brutally violent foreign product isn’t going to sell. The NHL will try to curb the violence as best they can, as already seen in the almost-suspension of the Rochester American’s goalie on Friday night for something he didn’t do, that the accusing player did to himself. Binghamton is a dirty team. I’m not saying that the Amerks are angels, but what I’ve seen and read about Binghamton points to a pattern of violence.

-Speaking of any future children I may have, I was thinking the other day: could my children have all the makings of comedic genius? I’m part Canadian, grew up in what is practically just “Southern Canada” as Tricia put it, and I will be spending at least the next year of my life in Boston. Seeing that the best comedians are either Canadian or from Boston, my children will be on the stand-up circuit by the age of seven–well, at least on my end. Who knows, whoever I may marry might have no comedic genes and just ruin it. Maybe I will try to avoid that by marrying someone from Toronto–they breed comedians there like it’s their global export.

-Why must the NCAA basketball tournament be during the busiest three weeks of my life? And why must BYU be playing Syracuse in the first round? I never pick against BYU in football or basketball–let me remind you that for my 14th birthday, my parents gave me a BYU Cougars baseball hat. I wanted to go there, even though I am nowhere near Mormon. I feel like I have gone over this before. Well, anyway, I can’t pick against Syracuse either. Us upstaters got to stick together, and as the only true Upstate NY team in this tournament, I can’t pick against them. Urgh. But I want to kick the guys’ butts, so I will more than likely pick Syracuse. The sad thing is, I spent 10 minutes hemming and hawing this out while I should of been studying for my silly pointless monastery art history midterm. Procrastination, whoo-hoo. (But don’t worry, I put my nose to the grindstone and focused right after.)

-Several people have asked me this in the past few months, and so I will address this in a larger forum: No, I never pick in pools with money. That’s gambling, and that’s something I refuse to do (you’re looking at the girl who refuses to play even scratch-off lotto tickets.) I pick football and basketball for the pure enjoyment of making other people squirm when they realize the peppy art history minor with the cheerleader ponytail has kicked their butts. Haha, to quote my friend Brian, I rule.

-I think one of the most entertaining parts of the break-that-wasn’t (aka, the 4 day long “spring break” Binghamton gave us) was Tricia and I busting out into Jessica Simpson’s “I Think I’m In Love” in the middle of a coffee shop on Saturday night. Her fiancé, Olivier, is from France and therefore had not been exposed to the fun that is Jessica Simpson. (The second most fun was the dinner they made with her mom for us–very very very very good food.)

-My sister thinks she wants to go to Ithaca. Deja vu for my parents. I’m all for it, so when she’s a senior there, I can vicariously take part in Senior Week through her. Let us see how this plays out.

-If I was not convinced completely before, Barenaked Ladies sure convinced me that they are the BEST BAND EVER. Totally. Completely. I love them. It takes me seeing them live again for me to break out all their CDs and play them all completely through, and I did that again, and……I love them. You know how people quote lyrics in their away messages? I’m doing that now with Barenaked Ladies lyrics, just because they’re genius.

-I tried to watch Stars On Ice on TV the other day. Vastly disappointing. I ended up turning it off. I just can’t get into any figure skating this year. I feel off. I just can’t get into it. I haven’t watched a whole thing of figure skating all season. It’s gotten that bad. Am I just growing out of it? Was this just an age 2-21 thing? I still like to skate, I just can’t get into watching it. ‘Tis bad news for the 65 tapes of figure skating I’ve taped over the years that are now collecting dust in my attic and under my bed.

-Grad schools need to step it up and let me know what they think of me, otherwise I’m going to stop being patient and just send in my confirmation to Boston University. At least they like me.

Off to bed, or reading, or more procrastination. Yee-haw.

Health Center, Smelth Center–aka, Why I Can’t Write a Full Entry This Week

So, you know that running joke (on either campus I’ve been on, mind you) about the Health Center thinking everything is either pregnancy or a STD and really not being able to help any non-sexual or alcohol related issue at all? I always tried to give the Health Center the benefit of the doubt–even though my confidence in them had been blown on several occasions.

Well, I’ve been dealing with a cold/sinus infection for a few weeks now. No biggie–I get them about as often as Jason Sehorn has had season-ending injuries. I went to the health center, they barely glance at me, then have a doctor just take my tempature, and then diagonose me with a sinus infection and hand me antibotics. No biggie, right?

Now, take into account that in November my whole left side of my face went numb and tingly–and they told me it was all stress-related and I just needed to slow down (ha!)

Well, I’m at work last Friday, a few days after my course of antibotics was done, I’m still not 100 %, and it happens again–as I’m playing Go Fish with Rob the Computer Repair Center Guy, my whole left side goes crazy numb. I crawled back to my room after work, and I couldn’t move all Friday night. I realized my sinuses were swollen. By Sunday, I was a zombie, and by Tuesday, I was blacking out during the SA meeting. I realized that I needed to see someone other than the Health Center, so I had my mother make an appointment with my real doctor (who I hadn’t seen in a while, seeing that I’m barely ever in Rochester anymore) for Thursday morning, since I was going to be home Wednesday night for the Barenaked Ladies concert.

Rachel and I were both on our deathbeds for the concert–but so was half the band with the stomach flu, so it worked out. They cut stuff short, we had to leave early. And Rachel and I are Barenaked Ladies junkies or groupies or really obsessed or whatever you want to call us (it’s our Western New York upbringing), so if we’re sick enough to leave early, not stand the whole concert, and not be able to sing along to every song, you know something’s wrong.

The next morning at the doctor’s, I tell him everything that’s been going on. He looks me over, then gives me the oh-so-wonderful news: I’ve become antibotic resistant. I’ve been on antibotics four-five times in the last year, and always the same two kinds, so now they aren’t working. Plus my sinuses are in such bad shape that they are what is causing my left side numbness. And I am now battling a severe bacterial sinus infection that will get far worse before it gets better. And–if that all wasn’t enough–I am probably looking at sinus surgery sometime in April or May. “You should’ve been to a specialist sooner, and they should of realized what was going on back in September and November when they couldn’t figure out what you had,” he said.

He loaded me up with a boatload of a new antibotics (super strong and super long course) and a bunch of other things, and appointment with a specialist. I spent the rest of the day unable to move on my couch before I went back to school. He was right–I’m far worse than I was earlier in the week. I sound like a 90 year old chain smoker, and I feel like Ted Washington has plowed over me several times.

So the lesson to this story is: don’t go to the health center if you’re sick. Try to find a real doctor.

So before weezy me goes on another coughing spree, I will finish this up. I will write more soon, when I feel up to it.

Dance Land, Anglo-SEXons, and the “A-Rod to the Bills” Trade

I just spent the last week held hostage by the Anderson Center Concert Theatre and Children’s Dance Theatre. Aka, I spent the week in the middle of a glitter explosion in the freezing cold wings of the Concert Theatre. I missed one class, skipped a lot of reading, missed two meetings, and had my mini-stapler attached to my hand. CDT’s own Miss Publicity 2004 is in a zombie like state.

Therefore, my entry this week will be another smorgasbord of random thoughts, seeing that I did nothing that merits a whole entry. I’ve spent the past half hour trying to find one unifying aspect to all of these things, and I can’t. Hence, I’m Peter King-ing it again. (Which is okay, because the man is a genius–why didn’t I start reading him earlier in my life? Although he has gotten a bit carried away with the “Mock Trial Notes.” Maybe that’s because I’m jealous–my parents never bragged about my Model UN-ness and Debate Team-ness like that. This is the closest my parents came to bragging: My mom: “Uh, yeah, Katie’s away this weekend. She’s at that Model UN thing…no, it’s not modeling. It’s countries, they pretend they’re countries, she wears a skirt…and she argues with people.” My dad would then break in, “She LIKES to argue. She should be a lawyer. She loves to argue with me.” I love my parents. Ask them what my major is, I dare you. Mom: “Uh…there was the sports thing….but she doesn’t do that anymore…even though I think she should…” Dad: “She should be a LAWYER! She’s gonna be a lawyer, she’s just arguing with me again. She’s just rebelling. She’ll turn around when she realizes I’m right.”)

Where was I? Oh yeah, saying I’m going to Peter-King this. Okay.

–There’s an epidemic going around Take One Video/Bokays (aka, “the store,” the store I co-manage in the New Union). Two of my co-workers ended relationships in the past week. This now means, as far as I know, that the entire staff of the store is single. Guys of Binghamton University: along with renting movies, you can now pick up a girl at Take One Video. While supplies last, restrictions apply.

This also led to my boss telling me all the girls should be more like me because “I don’t need men because I’m too busy.” Yee-haw, yet another outside confirmation of my workaholicism. Who wants to be my sponsor in WA?

–Running joke of the week: “This dance is about the battle between good and evil…this dance is about the battle of good and evil….this dance is about the newspaper boys fighting evil…the dance is about good people fighting evil demons…this dance is about the Anglo-Saxons fighting the Vikings, but the Irish are strong and survive and learn to live together with everyone in harmony.”

Ciarra: “I don’t know where the heck she gets this. You know those kids don’t know what the heck she’s saying about the dance. They heard Anglo-Saxons and they’re like, ‘Ooh, Anglo-SEX!”

–For a girl who didn’t stay around long enough to make it to the Parkie courses in my Sports Info and Com major, I felt a tad like a Parkie this week. (I just realized that the use of the word “Parkie” is alienating my whole Binghamton audience. I’ll explain: Students in the communications school at Ithaca are nicknamed “Parkies.” Many of my friends were “Parkies.” I didn’t use it until I started hanging out with Sara, who uses it all the time–she’s an ex-Parkie who then went to H&S. I still go back and forth between IC lingo and BU lingo two years later. The worst is when I call the SA office the SAC, because the two are completely different, but somehow I slip and get the two confused…I don’t think transferring was good for my poor brain.)

But anyway, as I mentioned at the beginning, I was Miss Publicity for CDT. Thanks to my Homecoming connections, I was able to get Gail from University Publications and Marketing to help me with publicizing our Saturday performance. I wrote press releases, called and e-mailed people, designed advertising, and, the crème-de-la-crème, got interviewed in the studio by our CBS affiliate here. Yep, that was me on Thursday afternoon, chatting it up with Francesca whats-her-face. I realized after that I needed more make-up–I looked like I belonged as an extra in The Hours.

But it all worked–if you live in the Binghamton area (outside of the university, that is) and didn’t at least glance over something about CDT, then you obviously shun all forms of media. We had the biggest Saturday performance, profit-wise, ever. Initial numbers indicate that we brought in almost $900 more than last year’s dismal showing! Attendance wise, we doubled from last year. (I raised ticket prices when I took over as Financial Manager–it was sorely needed budget wise.) Although, there can always be more: when I presented our faculty advisor with my initial numbers, she looked sad. “I was hoping for $2,000 in profit.”

Bah, humbug. Given what other forms of entertainment we were up against, I’m rather proud of our showing. To quote Brian, “I rule.”

–This “Mark Brunell going to the Redskins” thing led me to throw my throw pillow at Sportscenter Thursday night when it scrolled on the ticker. For one, the Redskins were set at quarterback–not only did they have Ramsey, they had one of the Hasselbecks, the one who is married to the new girl on The View, making them the heirs to the famous mediocre QB-actress throne currently held by Rodney Peete and Holly Robinson Peete. They don’t need a QB who has had some pretty bad injuries–and they had to be bad, because any QB with a style like Steve Young and with time served under Brett Favre is going to sit with anything less than decapitatzation–who may be at the end of his career (and that stinks, cause Brunell is what, 33?). The only thing I can think of, and this came to me tonight after I finally got around to thinking about sports again after the week-o-dance, is that the Redskins want to set up a St. Louis situation–if one falters, you have a backup who should be a starter to fill in. But why would you do that when your existing backup (the Hasselbeck) just needs more time (at least I think), and your starter is promising and finally healthy? That’s bad front office stuff. I feel as if I’m missing something here, and I very well might be, because I was in artsy-land all week. If I am missing something, please let me know.

And of course, this leads to what I wanted to happen to Brunell, which was my patented “Kat’s Well-Intentioned-But-In-Reality-Really-Bad Joke of the Week.” I thought I had read something on “The Daily Quickie” on ESPN.com saying that rumour had it that the Niners might waive Garcia. Now, news like that was enough for me to allow myself to eat mozzarella sticks (at over 1000 calories, I only allow myself to eat them on VERY special occasions). Well, I had this crazy idea for the Niners, and if you aren’t the most knowledgeable about your mid-90s football, it can be explained by my Top 5 Hottest QBs list I had a few weeks ago (it’s still up–just go to the 1/24/04 entry): The Niners could get rid of Garcia, sign Brunell, and let him keep his number 8. Don’t sign Owens (not like they’re going to anyway) and somehow get back Rice. Volia! I get to sit back and pretend that I’m 13 again.

My poor mom, I told her this over the phone, and she was quiet. “Uh-huh, honey…now would Dad get that? I don’t get it. Who is he again? And by the way, who is this A-Rod fellow?”

“Wrong sport Mom.”

“Oh, I was hoping the Bills could get him. Are people angry about this?”

“Yeah, Mom.”

“Ahh…do you like him?”

“A-Rod? Mom, I don’t like anything having to do with the Yankees.”

“I know honey. The Yankees stink.”

“Mom, you’re only saying that because Uncle Sean likes them.”

“They stink.”

Thank you, Verizon, for letting me have these conversations more often. Unlimited nights and weekends=the best invention since the internet.

–Sara took great offense to me saying last week that my children will not play basketball. I give you this in response: I’m 5 foot 1. The tallest person in my family (both sides, mind you) is my Uncle Sean, my mom’s brother, who is close to 6 foot. How the heck that happened, I don’t know. (Well, my grandmother is pretty tall, so I guess that’s how. And when I say tall, I mean average.) My immediate family lines up like this:

Dad = 5’6

Megan = 5’2 ½

Mom = 5’1 ½

Me = 5’1

Sam = shortest boy in the 3rd grade

I have this inkling that unless I marry Shaq (ewww), or unless my genes completely get crushed by my future husband’s, my children will be of the running back, not the point guard, variety.

–I have grand aspirations now that Children’s Dance Theatre is for the most part done. I join the SA on Tuesday night as the new Mountainview Rep at Large. I also plan on sleeping, eating full meals, and maybe actually doing work for my classes. I also have decided that there are three more things I want to do in the 80-something days before I leave college:

1) Dance one more time somewhere.

2) Write a guest column in the Pipe Dream (school newspaper).

3) Be on the sports show on BTV (aka, avenge the BTV dating show disaster I participated in last year. Blech. I can’t believe I did that.)

We will see if I get those done. I may not, seeing that I have that little thing called a thesis to write.

–Next week: The BU vs. BU basketball game! The Bear-Kats (hahahahaha, I’ll be here all week) versus the Terriers. The cats versus the dogs. Wow, I’m just trading wimpy mascots.

And I leave you with my quote of the week: “I can not have sex with a Harvard acceptance letter!” (not that I’ve gotten one yet or that I will).

Where’s the sign up for Workaholics Anonoymous again?