Proof of my good college studenthood.

I went to the lacrosse game today, and had the best time I've had in many a weekend. That said I almost didn't go at all. In fact I had just given up when I ran into Jenn from work in Atherton. This is what happens when nerds attend sporting events:

"Hit him with a stick!"

Crowd:"Go team!" Us: "Which one!?"

"I conur!"

"I do not approve!"

"Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!"

We lost the game to Notre Dame, 9 to 8, but we left in such high spirits it didn't matter. We then stopped at Holcomb pond and fed the ducks and fishies. (Pictures pending.)

And on the walk back we pretended to be cartoon characters and ran into every pole we encountered.

And then, miracle of miracles, I had an especially productive three hours of reading in the library.

A very good day, indeed.