Highlight #1. Having the foresight to purchase a long-sleeved shirt early in the day.

Highlight #2. Eating turkey leg with Antonin. Possibly the funniest moment of the weekend, although tied with putting twisties in Antonin's hair after hitting up the bars at Northgate.

Highlight #3. Refusing to stand and clap for money-hungry basketball coach Billy Gillespie, because I am a UTEP Miner and will hate him until the day I die.

Highlight #4. Bridging the gap between Miners and Aggies when hostess' mom sincerely apologized for taking our basketball coach. (As long as they leave Mike Price alone, I'm cool.)

Lowlight #1. Not having the foresight to wear tennis shoes and socks instead of the flip flops I ultimately chose to wear.

Lowlight #2. My cold finally rearing its ugly head in full force. *cough*

Lowlight #3. Losing by one point at the end of the game. Ouch.

Lowlight #4. Going to bed last night knowing that Fun was Officially Over. *wibble*

Famous last words, folks.

Despite my best intentions, I feel I've done less this week than I have all semester. This may or may not have to do with the fact that I drank at a Halloween party on Tuesday, had A&F callbacks on Wednesday, some friends of mine and I did 40s at 4:00 on Thursday, followed by bar review, followed by partying it up with recent grads who got bar results on Friday, followed up by the SBA tailgate on Saturday, followed up by the untimely appearance of a cold last night and subsequent sucking down of Airborne since 9:00 last night. Is this my body's way of telling me that it can't take much more alcohol? I hope not. We've got an A&F party coming up, and at least one more bar review. Hopefully this Airborne stuff will live up to its reputation and kick this cold before it has a chance to actually get bad. I've already seen noted improvement in the sore throat area, and I like the fact that it's tons of vitamin C, without all the citric acid that always gives me a tummy ache when I have the Halls Defense candies. But I've already had my cold of the semester. I can't get sick again, dammit!

Society Football finals are tonight, and I'd like to make an appearance. I believe 1L football semis are tonight as well. And I have a seminar assignment due tomorrow morning. ARGH! When did school happen? Who said that 3L year is the easiest? Why don't I have any discipline? Why is Brothers and Sisters turning out to be my favorite new TV show this season?

Okay, I have to buckle down right this minute. If I'm going to make it to football and to my television shows tonight, I need to finish start this assignment and shower, although maybe not in that order. Oh, and drink more Airborne. That's key.

So yesterday at flag football, during a random play, the ball was thrown my way. I caught it, proceeded to be shocked that I caught it, remembered that I needed to run, and proceeded to trip over my own feet and take a nice tumble. I got up, checked my right shin, and once I was convinced that there was no real damage, I jogged back to the huddle.

Well, apparently I took a better tumble than I thought because now the back of my thigh is protesting any movement that requires its usage. I think it's the hamstring back there? Not sure and can't be bothered with Wikipedia to learn. So, yeah. Ouch.

In other news, one of my professors asked today how I was doing with the material in class. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I've been kind of MIA, re: reading for class. This is no reflection of him or his teaching, I just have poor time management and painting a box and playing football seems better than reading. That's all. So I told him that I thought I had a pretty good handle on it. And now I've been shamed into actually reading for his class. I should employ the tactic of my other classes and just not go.

Yes, I know that today is Texas v. Ohio State. I know it's #1 against #2. I know it's the biggest game in football this season. I tailgated. I had people over. I wore my burnt orange and talked shit about Ohio.

But at 8:00, my burnt orange is being traded in for orange and blue, because UTEP plays Texas Tech. And that, dear friends, is where my heart truly belongs.



EDIT @ 10:04- Football is so stressful.

I don't know much about football. I enjoy seeing my school's team win, I like getting drunk at tail gates, and that is the extent of my participation. Due to a brief foray into IM flag football, I know some basics, but that's about it.

That being said, even I was able to appreciate the level of WTFness surrounding Saturday's USC/Notre Dame game. I shall summarize that game in terms that non-football fans can understand.

Pre-Game

USC: Look, we're still number 1. Fancy that. [/sarcasm]

NOTRE DAME: It would be really cool if we beat USC, seeing how they're way overdue for a loss right about now.

TEXAS FANS: Go Fighting Irish! Even though you're way overrated as a team, we'd love to see USC get a good stuffing. We'll root for you by default.

During the Game

USC: We're the #1 team in the country; how the hell are we tied 14-14?

TEXAS FANS: GO FIGHTING IRISH!

NOTRE DAME: Holy fuck, we're up 21-14. How awesome are we?

USC: Our defense sucks, but luckily we have a good offense. Look at how we just tied the game up again. We're so going to beat you.

NOTRE DAME: Wow, your defense really does suck. Look at how quickly we just moved the ball.

TEXAS FANS: Yeah, too quickly. You've left plenty of time for USC to score again. Idiots.

NOTRE DAME: But at least we're up!

TEXAS FANS: Whatever.

NOTRE DAME: All is not lost! Look how we just moved them back a few yards. We rock.

TEXAS FANS: GO FIGHTING IRISH!

USC: Your futile attempts to win this game will not help you. Behold this 61-yard pass to Jarret on a 4th-and-9. We win at life.

NOTRE DAME: Fuck. Didn't see that coming.

USC: *blows raspberry*

TEXAS FANS: *bite nails*

Ball goes out of bounds inside the 1 yard line, clock runs down to 0.

NOTRE DAME: Holy fuck, did we just win? We so just beat USC.

TEXAS FANS: OMG! GO FIGHTING IRISH! Let us celebrate the glorious fall of USC despite the fact that Notre Dame will now be even more overrated!

REFS: Put 7 seconds back on the clock.

NOTRE DAME and TEXAS FANS: WTF?

USC: *snickers*

USC scores a touchdown. Ruth loses interest in game after inability to understand what just happened.

NOTRE DAME: Damn. That really sucks.

TEXAS FANS: *agree with Notre Dame*

USC: *blows more raspberries* Oh, look. We're still #1. Fancy that.

NOTRE DAME: Smug bitches. We hate you.

TEXAS FANS: We hate USC, too. The enemy of our enemy is our friend. At least we slaughtered Colorado. Surprise, surprise.

RUTH: At least I was able to drink lots of beer at the tailgate.