It's about that time. And now that I know someone actually READS my blog, the motivation to put my random thoughts into this big memory box has shot through the roof.

I talked to Kelly on the phone last night which was great because I miss her like I'd miss chocolate if it were so ruthlessly ripped from my life. Apparently the temperature is capable of making it over 50 degrees off yonder down under, and that equals a good time. So I'm glad she's having a good time. I really should have counted how many times the statement "I love Kelly" resonated through the apartment last night and this morning. It's true, she's a lovable gal.

I also got to talk to Chelsea last week which was great. It was so nice to talk to her and to hear her laugh and to know she's doing alright. It really isn't the same without her here and I look forward to her making fun of me again. That, and I enjoyed the talk of her roommate who neglects hygiene. Poor Chels dawg. It'll be great to have the gals back next year. Next semester would be ideal if Little Alexis didn't have to up and leave us.

It turns out that my unhappiness with having to leave the apartment to watch hockey was relieved when I realized all the games were on cable. So instead of bar-hopping (which doesn't really count as bar-hopping if you're not 21, I suppose) I spent the entire weekend camped out on the couch, rotting my brain and my body while watching the games on TV. I was delighted to see UMD beat Michigan State on Saturday, though. What was even better was the show they put on against the Gophers on Sunday, elminiating the rodents. They play again tomorrow morning and I can't wait to witness the massacre.