Third year in the football team finally did it. It was helped when those other teams said they wouldn't go to bowl games, but in any case, this year, our team managed to get a semi-decent bowl game: Tangerine, Champs, or whatever they're calling it now. Anyway, it's in Florida and I may get to go to DisneyWorld!

Only thing is I have to get there myself, which is a logistical problem.

I was talking to Graham about the bowl game last night which had started when he said "Want to learn spit sometime?" Toward the end of the conversation he said "Wanna learn spit, I'm free!" which was the biggest "entertain me!" plea we've ever gotten from Graham. So he came down and taught me spit, which is really quite fun. It's a combination between speed and Solitaire. Apparently his family has a rule that you can only use one arm because using two makes it too easy (and/or dangerous), so after a few rounds of cheating I followed that rule too.

I think Graham won both games but it was fun, and now I have another game to add to my recently expanded repertoire of speed, BS, war, Egyptian ratscrew, and hearts.

So later on, the roommates were having girl-talk and I, wanting to make a comment about how my arms hurt from rock-climbing, began with "So I was playing that game with Graham and he does it one-handed" to which they burst out laughing. So I said "I was playing 'spit' with Graham and he does it one-handed" and they laughed harder. Dirty minds.

Graham's lost a lot of weight. I was half-noticing it a while ago when I was looking at pictures from freshman year and thinking his face was more filled out then, but then the other night he was talking about how he's lost 15 pounds this semester. I noticed it more at the band football game, Toilet Bowl, on Sunday. He's more like a gangly teenager now instead of the big, buff Graham we're used to.

Which will be helped today by our excursion to discover the "Murder Burger." I saw an article about it online on Tuesday. Hardee's is carrying a new burger, with 1400 calories and 107 grams of fat, which comes in its own coffin-shaped box. I was astounded and IMed Graham, who was immediately intrigued and started pushing for us all to go get one. We didn't have time Tuesday, so today he and I and my roommate Karen (the one with a car), who only needed to be described the burger before going "When are we getting one?", and my other roommate Laura, who isn't eating one but wants to watch us try, are going. Karen and I are going to split one.

The guy John in my transport group project who's brought us the other random moments of "Oh, you're a Republican too?" etc. yesterday had another one. This one was "I guess a radiator 15 feet long makes sense. At my dad's gun club they have these long radiators about this high all along one wall". I'm in Georgia and he's the first person I've met who goes to a gun club. Also, for some reason we got on books and he was talking about how he read Runaway Jury this semester which I had too, which was an odd coincidence, especially when we both said we'd bought it this summer and then brought it out and read it much later in the semester.

Argh. Must go to annoying 8 am class. Maybe the teacher will tell us the format of the final. Like if it's open book or not. That makes a big difference.