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First, for the good news:
The Indianapolis Colts won the Super Bowl!!!11!!! My team won the Super Bowl!! A team that I've actually been cheering for since Day 1 won the Super Bowl!! It's a miracle!
I love being vindicated in my loyalties ^_^
It was wild, it was wet and it was exciting. Nails were bitten and howls were emitted. And I loved every surprising minute of it. Of course, I loved it more when it was apparent that the Colts would be taking home the Lombardi trophy. I think the reason they have such hilarious commercials for the Super Bowl is because the fans that have such a vested interest in the game need a way to relax and a break from all the white-knuckle intensity. It's not so much to bring people who could care less about football, even though it's a good way to get ratings. Whatever intercepts your Rex Grossman pass, I say :)
One of the best parts of the game was that it was a competition between two class-act teams. There was no drama, no weird news from the players, no bizarre twists leading up to the game... nothing! Everything was acted out on the field between the Colts and the Bears, as it should be. T.O. and that dweeb on ESPN's "1st and 10" might not like it, but they're idiots (I wish I could remember that dweeb's name).
Anyway, yeah for the Colts getting their defense up to snuff for the playoffs and for the offense being brilliant, as usual. I honestly didn't know who they'd give the Super Bowl MVP to. Peyton Manning was incredible, but so was Joseph Addai and Dominic Rhodes and if I could bake cookies for the Colts' defense, I would (whether or not they'd want to eat them is another story). Then, there's Mr. Classy-and-Awesomeness, himself, Coach Tony Dungy. *bowage* I'm just so thrilled to no end.
Then, of course, I have to get off my high horse long enough to go to class on Monday and am brought back to reality. I'm really starting to hate college and having to be so snooty and intellectual. Last Thursday, I had a poem workshopped in my Poetry Writing class and the feedback I got was that it was too obvious and not depressing enough for all these emo beatniks. I intended it to be straightforward, yet applicable to anyone who read it. They don't want that, I guess. They want to appreciate the art for art's sake and to heck with me trying to teach them anything. Bozos.
Then there's the perils of literary fiction. I have learned that literary fiction is literary fiction because the character changes without ever leaving the couch and the "60 Minute" rerun. It's all philosophical (which I hate) and nothing of consequence ever happens. It's supposed to be how life really is, except that's stupid. I dunno... it's hard to describe, but it's certainly not what Jo Rowling or Tolkien writes. I guess plot is all out of style. Too bad, because I get into really good story lines, but that's not what get published in literary magazines.
I guess I should be thankful that I have experience in other fields of English and that the subject of a degree matters little once you actually have the darn thing. I'm probably not going to be another Franz Kafka (read him if you want your head to explode), but my idols are the likes of JK Rowling, JRR Tolkien and CS Lewis (and Christopher Paolini is moving up the list).
As if I ever want to become a jaded, cynical, pothole of a human being (also known as the English professor). I'll talk about this more when I have time (and when I'm really irked about it again).
Love from,
Jenny Wildcat
The Indianapolis Colts won the Super Bowl!!!11!!! My team won the Super Bowl!! A team that I've actually been cheering for since Day 1 won the Super Bowl!! It's a miracle!
I love being vindicated in my loyalties ^_^
It was wild, it was wet and it was exciting. Nails were bitten and howls were emitted. And I loved every surprising minute of it. Of course, I loved it more when it was apparent that the Colts would be taking home the Lombardi trophy. I think the reason they have such hilarious commercials for the Super Bowl is because the fans that have such a vested interest in the game need a way to relax and a break from all the white-knuckle intensity. It's not so much to bring people who could care less about football, even though it's a good way to get ratings. Whatever intercepts your Rex Grossman pass, I say :)
One of the best parts of the game was that it was a competition between two class-act teams. There was no drama, no weird news from the players, no bizarre twists leading up to the game... nothing! Everything was acted out on the field between the Colts and the Bears, as it should be. T.O. and that dweeb on ESPN's "1st and 10" might not like it, but they're idiots (I wish I could remember that dweeb's name).
Anyway, yeah for the Colts getting their defense up to snuff for the playoffs and for the offense being brilliant, as usual. I honestly didn't know who they'd give the Super Bowl MVP to. Peyton Manning was incredible, but so was Joseph Addai and Dominic Rhodes and if I could bake cookies for the Colts' defense, I would (whether or not they'd want to eat them is another story). Then, there's Mr. Classy-and-Awesomeness, himself, Coach Tony Dungy. *bowage* I'm just so thrilled to no end.
Then, of course, I have to get off my high horse long enough to go to class on Monday and am brought back to reality. I'm really starting to hate college and having to be so snooty and intellectual. Last Thursday, I had a poem workshopped in my Poetry Writing class and the feedback I got was that it was too obvious and not depressing enough for all these emo beatniks. I intended it to be straightforward, yet applicable to anyone who read it. They don't want that, I guess. They want to appreciate the art for art's sake and to heck with me trying to teach them anything. Bozos.
Then there's the perils of literary fiction. I have learned that literary fiction is literary fiction because the character changes without ever leaving the couch and the "60 Minute" rerun. It's all philosophical (which I hate) and nothing of consequence ever happens. It's supposed to be how life really is, except that's stupid. I dunno... it's hard to describe, but it's certainly not what Jo Rowling or Tolkien writes. I guess plot is all out of style. Too bad, because I get into really good story lines, but that's not what get published in literary magazines.
I guess I should be thankful that I have experience in other fields of English and that the subject of a degree matters little once you actually have the darn thing. I'm probably not going to be another Franz Kafka (read him if you want your head to explode), but my idols are the likes of JK Rowling, JRR Tolkien and CS Lewis (and Christopher Paolini is moving up the list).
As if I ever want to become a jaded, cynical, pothole of a human being (also known as the English professor). I'll talk about this more when I have time (and when I'm really irked about it again).
Love from,
Jenny Wildcat
