Game Day!!!!!!! \m/ \m/ \m/

Contrary to whatever sort of enthusiasm my title might exhibit, I am actually one student at this university who is not going to the first home football game of the season. I didn't have enough money or interest to purchase the enormously complicated "sports package," which is a "deal" that doesn't even necessarily guarantee the purchaser will get seats in any given event. Anyway, I think I just might be the only one left here in the dorms right now. It'd be sort of cool to see the marching band perform, but I have a feeling that I'd just wind up being bitter about it. (I had been very active in my high school's marching band and was very eager to join up in college, but my new school, alas, doesn't march flutes. I'm a flute player. Hence, no more marching band for me. Sigh.) For anyone who thinks I'm socially isolating myself, fret not. I'm involved in clubs and will actually attend one football game in three weeks, just because we're playing the university from my hometown. Yay for All-American Football!!

Say what you want, but I will -- someday -- marry John Mayer. He is gorgeous, and being able to sing is hot. I wish he would be a guest star on House, MD. I think that would constitute a "hotness overload," to lift the diagnosis from the medical community. Just sayin'.

So I'm thinking about minoring in Spanish, simply because I want to be fully fluent in the sexiest language ever. My boyfriend used to say that everything sounds better in Spanish, and I'm definitely starting to agree with him. I fantasize more and more about being sent to Spain or Mexico for the Peace Corps to help people, and the idea of actually thinking in Spanish sounds great. I think I'm going to do it. I'll show the everyone that there actually are people who are both white and fluent with a normal accent. I get so tired of the stereotype.

I watched a bit of FOX while working out this morning. I'm not going to rant on and on about how clearly biased their reporting is, because I know MSNBC (and CNN, to a certain extent) are pretty biased as well, but I will note that FOX reporters seem to use intentionally rousing language in their newscasts. I think I heard the words "chaos," "deceit," "doom," "terror," and "threatening" about 2340983233728 times each. Fear mongering much, FOX? Seriously, the newscast wasn't so much about informing me as it was scaring the crap out of me. I thought I was reading a cheap tabloid. Gross.

I had a pretty typical college meal for lunch today: leftover soup, a granola bar, a few nilla wafers, and some milk. All in front of my laptop as I Facebook stalked people. I laughed.

Damn, marching band music from high school is SO COOL! I might be a band nerd, but I do know cool when I hear it. I'm glad that I made the most out of my marching band experience when I had it. I remember telling myself over and over that I shouldn't take it for granted, and I didn't. No regrets -- that's the way I like it. ¡Viva la banda!

Apparently, America is in an "uproar" over President Obama's upcoming televised message to K-12th graders this week. Seriously? SERIOUSLY?!?!? The president wants to wish your children good luck and to work hard, and it's all about brainwashing them? To me, that theory is sick. The man has two young daughters, and he achieved the presidency chiefly through achieving a great education. He clearly values its importance, and, hey, with the way many students seem to drop out of high school like flies, I think he message is one that should be spread around to students. (Incidentally, unlike popular thought, his speech is optional for teachers to actually show.) After all, maybe he'll inspire some kid to pass a class or to run for student council president or to change something for the better. People need to stop making everything so damn political. (And, I need to not watch FOX. It obviously doesn't do me any favors.)

Alright, that's enough of the soapbox for today. I'm going to get something to eat and gear up for my first "college" party. A friend's 21st. I'm not planning on staying for too long, though, because I'm going to try out a church tomorrow. Word up to the UCC! Until we meet again, adiós!

-- Chubby Bunny