you were watching the whites of your eyes turn red
The Internet should shut down at 2 o'clock in the morning. Or something should happen that does not allow me to online shop in the middle of the night goddammit. On the other hand this shirt will look very cute with the skirt I bought today.

HOWEVER, even cuter is the THN Yearbook WHOOOO. I better get that stupid subscription for my birthday - we had to steal a card out of an issue in Pittsburgh. I demand this creamy goodness be delivered straight to my CSU.

They are, incidentally, prophesying Philly as taking it all. Er. Okay. I mean, they've got Pronger. But they've also got Ray Emery. And another Penn win would hurt bad. I don't hate the Flyers. But they have not exactly endeared themselves to me, and if they do make a legit run that involves stepping on our heads, well - I have mentioned I hate the Atlantic division, right? It's a true fact. I fucking hate the fucking Atlantic division.

They've still got the Caps at 2nd in the conference, 1st in our division (SouthLeast FTW) which I can get behind but basically implies we're going to do another choke job.

I am really, really, severely into hockey history. Like, current hockey events interest me, and hockey in the 30s-50s interests me. But like, Gretzky? Snoozeville. Lemieux? Yawn. There's just something exciting about reading the hijinks of Conn Smythe, or King Clancy, or Gordie Howe, or Rocket Richard. It might be wanting to know how the past shapes the future, and wondering if one day we'll talk about Ovechkin with the same reverence we do Howe. You know, Gretzky scored 894 goals in his 20 year career. Ovie has scored 219 in his first 4 seasons. Uh. Not that I'm implying anything...

(Don't worry. Gretz had 1963 assists, and Ovie's got 201 in 4 seasons. So Gretz had .60 goals per game, and Ovie's got .675 BUT Gretz had 1.32 assists per game and Ovie's only got .62. The goal record might be broken, but the point record never will be. By anyone. I'm looking at you, Kid.)

(Also, I'm reading Moneyball, meaning I am now enjoying statistics so much more than I have any right to. Oh, god, more, sabermetrics!)

So it occurs to me that I keep ending these posts with "Argh why is it not hockey season yet" and the beginning of hockey season directly coincides with my birthday. Conclusion: I am far, FAR more excited about hockey season than I am about my birthday. Although come this birthday I will be able to drink in Canada... someone get me some Labatt Blue.

HOLY SHIT WILLIAM & MARY JUST BEAT UVA. WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!