1. Went to the Battle of the Bands on Sunday with Cris. Since there were going to be camera crews there filming for the sequel to Drumline (a movie that I made Matt go with me to see in the theater years ago), and since we share a love for marching bands, we were super pumped to go. I have to admit, though, that it was only kind of fun. The bands played to only one side of the stadium the entire time (not our side), and we were sitting in the glaring sun. At times, I felt like my face would burst into flames. There were a few awesome moments, though. Like this kid:
And these guys, who were billed as the "Five Hottest Guys on Earth." You can be the judge of that.
2. Matt can't wait to see this movie. He's bananas for keeping Christ in Christmas.
3. There's some alpha dog shit happening in our house.
4. I'm basically a professional fantasy football player. I'm 2-0 in my league, and I keep telling Matt that he could stand to learn from me. East Dillion Lions all the way, baby!
5. Can we start a petition to get Amber from Teen Mom sterilized?
6. I have this new strategy to keep myself from being such a fatass: eating from smaller bowls. Sure, sometimes that means that I eat two bowls of delicious food (like tonight's Kung Pao Chicken). But sometimes I don't, and the plan is that this will lead me to eating smaller portions (i.e., not the amount of food that four humans would eat per day). Am I still allowed to fill the bowl to be super full?
7. Matt and I are [tentatively] planning to head north Halloween weekend to visit with family and friends and to attend Jon Stewart's Rally to Restore Sanity. Who wants to join?
8. So, I wear heels to school almost every day. And I have to walk around our campus a lot, and I'm always in some kind of hurry because I just want to get back to my classroom and my uber comfortable chair. Time and again, I'll have someone poke their head around a corner or out a classroom door and tell me that they knew it was me coming because of the sound of the heels. I don't really know what to make of this. All I can figure is that I must have the least feminine, least delicate walk of all time. Basically, I'm girl Shrek on heels. Either that, or I'm aggressive and determined. Let's go with the latter. Or some combination of the two. I give up.
Happy hump day!