So I'm sitting in the library after the football team lost to Pittsburg in quadruple overtime (field goals all around in overtime. Except we missed one at a really inopportune time). I am quite disappointed. Losing isn't fun, but the worst part is that there is a solid chance that the team will go 7-5, which means we do not go to the bowl game in Jacksonville, FL, which means I am not driving to the game. The other options are the Cotton Bowl in Dallas (really unlikely) or the Sun Bowl in El Paso (7-5 nearly guarantees that one). ARGARGARG ANRGY. This means we have to beat both BC and Navy on the road. Something tells me that is unlikely. ARG ARG ARG

So yesterday was fun, though, as it was halloween. I dressed up as three hole punch Jim from the Office, and it went over okay. I have no pictures, unfortunately. Drew dressed up as a character from Doug, and everyone loved that. We went to a party at an apartment in the Fisher graduate residences (the host is a masters of accounting that I didn't/don't really know, but he seems like a good guy). We had a pretty good time. Immediately after walking in the door the host, dressed as Michael Phelps (compression shorts and 8 fake gold medals around his neck) says HEY GUYS. WANNA FORTY? and proceeds to give me, charles, drew, and ilse 40 ounce Coors Lights. I've never seen these things. They're quite massive and hilarious. Charles actually drank two, plus played some beer pong. It's rather incredible what the human liver can take.

Anyways, at the party there was a funny and then not so funny situation involving Drew and a member of the "class of 2009." When Drew asked her what her major was, she goes "Ummm, I'm in high school." That's right, Drew was hitting on a seventeen year old high school senior. Hilarious, right? So we go and make fun of Drew and poke fun at the girl, but for some reason half an hour later she goes to Ilse and tells her that she made out with Charles. This is bad for two reasons: one, Old Testament God said not to lie on the Ten Commandments, and Old Testament God can get mighty angry at sinners. And two: Ilse is Charles's girlfriend (we don't know if the potential statutory rape victim was aware of this). Major drama. That pretty much ended the otherwise quite enjoyable party for us.

Today was good, until the fourth overtime of the football game. Lots of sitting around watching football, then the game was fun. I did pushups on our last touchdown, which is pretty impressive for the people lifting me up. Also, Bon Jovi and Jeff Samardzija were on the sidelines, so that's cool. But losing and ruining my potential trip to Jacksonville: not cool.