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I got my grades back today! That sociology paper, the one I worried incessantly about and was convinced I would fail? 26.5/27. I would loathe the man were it not for the fact that I made an A in the class. Also, I have no idea what grade I made on the BritLit final but my overall grade is an A, so I'm not too terribly concerned about it.
Aside from a brief tangle with TurboTax, I have been enjoying my brief respite between the end of spring classes and the beginning of summer ones. I woke up late today, sunbathed for a while (my thermometer said 113 degrees, but the weatherman insisted it only reached 97), then went inside to read for a bit. So far I've read three of The Dresden Files, Leaves of Grass, Call of the Wild, and Looking for Alaska since I've been home.
I also rekindled a latent love of hockey and baseball. Dad and I watched all three of the Astros-Nationals games, jeered Zimmerman, and cheered Pinsent and Berkman. Dad doesn't much care for hockey, so he went to bed while I watched the 2004 Stanley Cup playoffs.
At one point, the action in front of the New York Islanders net got tense and they showed a close up of the goalie, DePietro, throwing a punch that sent one of the Tamba Bay Lightning guys flying to the ice.
"Goalies are going to get feistier," the sports announcers predicted.
Later, DePietro tapped his stick against the back of one of the opposing team's skates, trying to send him tripping. A small brawl broke out. The refs broke it up and the camera went to the coach, pacing and shouting things that suspiciously had no sound accompaniment.
"Feistiness starts at the top," one of the announcers said indulgently, with a paternal 'boys will be boys' chuckle.
Oh, hockey. Never let me down, okay?
ETA: It won't. There's an old saying, hockey is where a fight took place and a sport broke out. This video proves it--
Particularly hilarious is about two minutes in when the sports-casters segue seamlessly from a play-by-play of the game to a play-by-play of the fight.
Aside from a brief tangle with TurboTax, I have been enjoying my brief respite between the end of spring classes and the beginning of summer ones. I woke up late today, sunbathed for a while (my thermometer said 113 degrees, but the weatherman insisted it only reached 97), then went inside to read for a bit. So far I've read three of The Dresden Files, Leaves of Grass, Call of the Wild, and Looking for Alaska since I've been home.
I also rekindled a latent love of hockey and baseball. Dad and I watched all three of the Astros-Nationals games, jeered Zimmerman, and cheered Pinsent and Berkman. Dad doesn't much care for hockey, so he went to bed while I watched the 2004 Stanley Cup playoffs.
At one point, the action in front of the New York Islanders net got tense and they showed a close up of the goalie, DePietro, throwing a punch that sent one of the Tamba Bay Lightning guys flying to the ice.
"Goalies are going to get feistier," the sports announcers predicted.
Later, DePietro tapped his stick against the back of one of the opposing team's skates, trying to send him tripping. A small brawl broke out. The refs broke it up and the camera went to the coach, pacing and shouting things that suspiciously had no sound accompaniment.
"Feistiness starts at the top," one of the announcers said indulgently, with a paternal 'boys will be boys' chuckle.
Oh, hockey. Never let me down, okay?
ETA: It won't. There's an old saying, hockey is where a fight took place and a sport broke out. This video proves it--
Particularly hilarious is about two minutes in when the sports-casters segue seamlessly from a play-by-play of the game to a play-by-play of the fight.
