here we go

Yay, Saturday. (subyay: at my mom's.)
Grades came in the mail yesterday, but I hid them, and they shall remain hidden until Monday. I don't want an F in history ruining my weekend. I'm trying to convince Mom we should go to Moscow (not Russia, but a little college town nearby), because Mom has a Bed Bath and Beyond gift card and also, Moscow has a Micheal's and I wanna look at yarrrn. I didn't tell her that bit, though. Bah. Wait, I wonder if Micheal's is still there, even. Huh. I don't think she's going for it, though,'cuz tomorrow's the Super Bowl and she's going to a party maybe. Man, fricking super bowl...
Blake thinks the USA Network has a thing for the Miami Dolphins (his football team; weird because we're in Washington and Florida is aaaall the way over there). I'm agreeing with him, some of it. Anyway, here's the evidence: Burn Notice, Thursday Night: Sam Axe says something to Micheal Weston about "getting tickets to the Dolphins game". Monk, Friday Night: one of the fake teams is called the "Wildcats" and the Wildcat is a popular Dolphins play or move or something (he tried to explain this to me but I'm no good with sports) (suddenly, my wrists are in a fuck of a lot of pain, but I'll try to finish this.) And Psych, Friday Night: Juliet says she once dated a Miami Dolphin.
Ack, I better go.