Saturday, September 18, 2004
So we almost had a problem with the hurricane interfering with today's game, but we're good to go. Except for the fact that ESPN backed out of broadcasting GameDay from Auburn. Which sucks, because I have a feeling this is going to be a really good game. Last weekend's blowout (LSU: 53, ASU: 3) was exactly what we needed to get ready for our first SEC matchup.
On an entirely different note... Mary, Ashley, and Lindsay live in an apartment complex a few blocks away from mine, and if they're not over here, I'm over there. For the past few weeks, we've been involved in a prank war with the boys who live across from them. Most of the stuff that we've pulled hasn't really been anything special, but Thursday night, they really got us. We were sitting in their living room watching a movie, when all of a sudden the door swings open and something comes flying through the air and lands on the carpet right in front of us. We all stare at it in shock for a few minutes, and then it hits us: they threw a dead raccoon into the apartment. And it is bleeding all over the carpet. Needless to say, we were disgusted, because those things carry all kinds of nasty diseases. It is so fucking on now. So last night, we climbed into their apartment through the window and took just about everything they own. Their fridge is completely empty. Their X-Box is ours now, as is their whiskey and several cases of bottled water. This is just to prove to them that we can get in whenever we want. We have something else entirely up our sleeves for later this week. See, a few weeks ago, they knocked down the gate to the pool in a drunken stupor. The cops came looking for it, so they needed to stash it somewhere so as not to get arrested. Kevin, one of the guys that lives there, works with Aaron, so they tossed it into his backyard. Now we all know that I have my own connections to Aaron, so Mary and I have taken it upon ourselves to get the gate back from him. Once they find out that we have it, we'll definitely have the upper hand, seeing as how we control whether or not they have a criminal record. Any suggestions as to what to do next are greatly appreciated. These guys threw a dead animal at us. They're going down. I have to run now, because the game starts in half an hour. Geaux Tigers!
Monday, September 13, 2004
 So it's looking like Hurricane Ivan is going to hit us in the next few days, and a lot of people are getting worried and whatnot. Me, I'm planning a hurricane party.
New Orleans is going to get hit a bit harder than Baton Rouge, so all of the schools there are already closed for the rest of the week; it's looking like we'll be out of class by Wednesday, which works in my favor because I have an organic chemistry test that night. My mom is probably going to hurricane-proof our house and home and come stay at my apartment, and she's promised to bring plenty of Pat O'Brien's Hurricane Mix. See, the apartment complex where I live is designed fairly well for occasions like this. The buildings are arranged in a horseshoe, and the entire middle slopes downward so that too much rainwater just forms a lake in the middle of the place. Each individual building is also on a slight incline. And apparantly, two hurricane seasons ago, when Isadore and Lily both hit Louisiana, everyone who lived here at the time threw tarps down the slopes, covered them in dishwashing liquid, and played in the rain while the power was out. This is how things work at LSU. I've honestly never been very intimidated by hurricane season. Anyone with half a brain in New Orleans has damn good flood insurance, and we get enough practice with this shit growing up that it never occurred to me to think of it as an actual threat. If anything particularly troublesome (like this one) comes along, you pack up anything irreplacable and head out. I used to adore getting to visit my aunt and uncle in Houston during hurricane days. When Andrew hit when I was a kid, we sat with our front door open and watched the wind blow.  Granted, I have heard some pretty fucked up stories about Hurricanes Betsy and Camille back in the day, and this season has been pretty hectic - I would not want to live in Florida right now - but I'm just going with it. No use getting all worked up over something that can't be changed.
Really, I suppose it's a good thing that I'm not easily intimidated, because one day I will be one of the people staying behind in the emergency room while everyone else starts evacuating. My biggest concern right now is Alabama staying dry enough for the Auburn game this weekend. My swimsuit is out already. Cowboy Mouth's "Hurricane Party" is on repeat. Bring on the alcohol.
Saturday, September 11, 2004
 It's game day! I love Baton Rouge during football season - walking down Highland towards the stadium wiht hundreds of other students, all dressed in purple and gold and screaming LSU cheers the whole way. Everyone just seems happier on game weekends.
So today is our chance to redeem ourselves after the tragedy that was last weekend. Next weekend will be the first SEC game at Auburn, and then football season will really be in full swing. Oh, Carly? You have no idea how happy it made me to hear that you'd watched the LSU-OSU game. Of course, if I had friends who hated the Tigers, I'd be inclined to get new friends, but I suppose that's your call. And truthfully, I got fed up at halftime too - we were drenched and pised off, so Mary and I walked from the stadium to Canes during the halftime show, then walked back to my place to watch the second half on ESPN. In retrospect, I wish I had been there for the winning overtime, but whatever, I got to dry off and eat chicken. Geaux Tigers!
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
 Did anyone watch the game? No? Consider yourself lucky. Seriously, what a shitty game for ESPN to broadcast - we played terribly. Chris Jackson missing field goals, Marcus Randall throwing more incomplete passes in one game than I've ever seen... How much do I miss Matt Mauck right now? And Michael Clayton? Too much for words. It's a good thing we had JaMarcus Russell to save our asses and tie the game. And in a stroke of sheer luck, we won by a point in overtime. I don't want to talk about it anymore. My boys had best be redeeming themselves in the Arkansas State game this Saturday.
There are things to be said about the busy Labor Day weekend, my roommates, Aaron... I just don't have the energy right now. Soon.
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nicole: 19-year-old LSU sophomore. biochemistry, pre-med. native new orleanian. starbucks barista. borderline alcoholic. addicted to facebook, red bull and vodka, and college football. a little neurotic, extremely indecisive, and often irresponsible.
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