Summary of the past few days:
My cousin Jennifer and her friend Narja showed up on Thursday wearing bee antenae on their heads. I almost didn't open the door, but I felt it'd be rude to make them sleep in the car instead of in my living room. So then we headed down to Tech for the Maryland game and thoroughly embarrased Darren (Jennifer's brother) to the point where he had to stop playing because he was laughing so hard. Then GT proceeded to completely shut down Maryland's offense, holding them to a measley 3 points the whole game. Of course, they held us to 7 points, but that's besides the point. Another huge ACC win for us puts us in position to be either 2nd or 3rd in the conference when the dust settles, depending on whether we beat Virginia or not. Other points of interest - Tech has gone 38 straight games without allowing an opponent to score on their frist possession, we've held 5 teams to less than 100 yards rushing, and Tech has participated in more ESPN Thursday night games than any other Division I-A team. Also, Reggie Ball is a bad ass. And he's apparently been meeting twice a week with former Tech QB and Heisman runner-up Joe Hamilton. Reggie is going to be such a dominating quarterback in the coming years. Anyway, back to my life, which is much less important than his.
Friday I got up and went down to school with the singular purpose of meeting my cousins and my aunt Nancy for lunch at noon. This feat accomplished via Junior's, I hit my last class and went home to an afternoon of laziness and trying to fix Jennifer's laptop, to no avail. I have come to the conclusion that there is some sort of blackhole located in my apartment that sucks all motivation from people in close proximity to it. I thought it might be carbon monoxide building up or somethign, btu we've had all the windows open for 3 weeks straight, so that can't be it. But my apartment is seriously a magnet for apathy, lethargy, and laziness. Jennifer and Narja did nothing all day instead of going places and doing fun things. But we finally talked Tim and Emily into coming up around 10 and going to Chili's. Unfortunately, the view from both sides of the table were infected with clowns, but we survived. Jennifer acquired a pretty nice parting gift and Emily made fun of Tim's Mustang. Back at the apartment we watched 28 Days Later instead of The Princess Bride (sorry!!). It was okay, although there were a couple plot holes big enough to drive a mack truck through. Probably the best zombie portrayal in a movie however, since they were wicked fast and didn't drag themselves around in search of brains to eat. Movie over at 2:30, everyone went home or collapsed. Emily apparently had a rather eventful drive home which almost led her back to my apartment. I'm glad she got home okay, but I also would have been happy for her to crash here.
Saturday is college football day. I did nothing else today. Well, okay, I got my Lego top fuel dragster put together, which is pretty bad ass. Also, I watched some baseball. The Marlins won!!! Yay! Josh Beckett was simply amazing. Makes me think I should have done something with my life. Basically, before April 25, 2005, I have to pitch a shutout to beat a baseball dynasty and win the World Series, then get named series MVP. Hmmm... I think maybe I'll just focus on graduating and getting a job at all, much less starting pitcher in game 6 of the World Series. And if that doesn't work out, I can always fall back on being a college football coach. What makes me qualified you ask? I call plays from the stands before they happen these days, so that at least makes me qualifed to be a defensive coordinator. Maybe I can replace Jon Tenuta when he inevitably leaves GT in the next couple years because he's too good. I'll even one-up Chuck Amato and his dumb mirrored sungoggles. I'm getting a diving mask and snorkel. And fins! And I'll just run up and down the sideline with fins on yelling at my players through my snorkel. I'll be the best college football coach of all time. And I'm still young enough that I could even catch up with Joe Pa and dirty F$U coach Bobby Bowden. At least Paterno doesn't coach a bunch of criminals and idiots who park their Rix-mobiles in handicapped spaces, repeatedly... And as a final fall back, I've got my "moving to Finland to start a metal band" plan. How could that possibly
be a bad idea?
Sunday I expect to be pretty uneventful. Maybe get some homewok done. Mostly just enjoy relaxing after the hell of the last week.
Synopsis: It was awesome to see my favorite cousin Jennifer again and having her (and Narja!!) come visit was a huge highlight in my week. GT's defense under Jon Tenuta has been virtually airtight, he's worth every penny we're paying him and then some. Reggie Ball is my hero and college football rules. I'll never be as good at sports as Reggie or Josh Beckett, but I can coach while wearing skindiving gear. I need a real job. Junior's always gives you too much food. Emily is awesome and I love spending time with her, especially when it involves home football games, clutching my arm while watching a scary movie, and saving her from harmless spiders. Also, my apartment contains the vortex of apathy for the entire universe. That is all.