ATLAS SHRUGGED?

AHHHHHH THOMAS VANEK PLEASE DON'T BE DEAD TO ME!!!! Can he please just be alright? I don't think I could take it if Atlas has finally shrugged. (Ahahah, I'm soooo funny. That was sarcastic, by the way.) But even though he came back, scored a goal, and finished out the game, I don't want to be overly optimistic with him, because if you noticed, he was never really putting any unnecessary pressure on his right leg. He hopped up onto the bench, not stepped, and he glided along the ice whenever he could get away with it. That worries me.

But really...

I feel like I've neglected my blog as of late, but then I look back, and realize I've only really missed one day (yesterday). And seriously, I really had intended on posting yesterday, but seeing as I didn't get home from work of Christmas until midnight, then showered, and didn't get to bed until 1. Then I work up at 5 to be at Brittany's by 6, to be at Target by 7. Sheesh. But we had fun. Target --> Pier 1 Imports --> Galleria Mall --> Outlet Mall --> Chili's --> home at 3:45. Then I took a nap for about half an hour, and my parents, aunt, and grandmother dragged me out for a fish fry, when they all know that I don't eat fish. Then by the time I got home, the game was on.

I seriously should have slept through the game. It would've been more worth my time. Actually, the only things that made it worth watching were the following: my aunt and grandmother agreeing that I definitely need to marry Derek, Max's goal (he's now on pace for 5!!!!), and Ovie's goal.

Since there's really nothing new going on on the Sabre scene... I'm just going to ramble about my life.

MY FAMILY IS DRIVING ME ABSOLUTELY CRAZY. I now remember why I cannot stand it when my family stays at my house. They're loud and obnoxious and talk over the Sabres games and my other TV shows, and I just cannot stand it.

Anyways...

I have to go clean up again, because my friend Parker is in town from school/home in Pittsburgh/Baltimore, and we're getting brunch, and then I'm either going out with her for a while or heading over to another friend's house, and eventually the game tonight with Kim.

I will most definitely post after the game tonight, but I just didn't want you all to think that I had forgotten you.

I REALLY SHOULD BE STUDYING

But, at the moment, I really feel that it's more important and vital to my life that I post, instead of study for my three exams in the next three days. That's what tomorrow is for, right??

No, I don't procrastinate or anything...

If you're as ridiculous as I am when it comes to the Sabres, then I'm sure you've already watched this week's installment of the Sabres Show... twice.

And I know I rag on Drew Stafford a lot, but I really, really like him. No, really, I do. Like, when I was deciding who to love instead of Tim Connolly last season, Drew was definitely in the mix. Actually, it was Drew, Derek, Patty K, Danny, Jason, and Nathan. Then I knocked Nate and Jason out, and eventually Danny and Pat, so really, Drew is my second choice.

Now that I think about it, Drew is actually more my type. Derek is too much like me... Whatever, though. I adore them both. But really, I chose Princess D because it's more likely that he'd be here longer. I'm in this for the long haul, you know? Not that Drew won't be, but it's more likely he'd leave before Derek.

Again, I keep telling you things that you probably don't really have all that much interest in. And again, I apologize, but just appease me and let me rant and go on tangents, and the world will be okay.

BUT BACK TO MY POINT... Not that I ever established one. OH WAIT. DREW STAFFORD.

That video... I mean, the part where he's playing drums... OMGAH it just takes me back to the time when my older brother had a band while he was in high school. I fell for every single one of his drummers, which was two. Nick, his once best friend, was the drummer for years. And then Jeff, his now best friend, I guess, came along as the singer, but he's an even better drummer, so there. I have a thing for drummers.

BUT ANYWAYS.

I love a guy who can have fun like that.

Even if he does let his lady friend wear his mustache:


I have some old Metallica, Guns N' Roses, and Poison shirts kicking around in the attic somewhere...

DREW I WANNA WEAR YOUR MUSTACHE. =[[[[[

Alright. Now that I've gotten my daily hissy fit out of the way, I'm going to go make some lunch, and go to work, where I will (hopefully) get some studying done.

Peace out, girl (and guy) scouts.