September 18, 2011

Today was a day of helping others, both planned and unplanned.  Around 9 a.m., we helped Haleigh haul her mattresses to the Salvation Army, the final step in her moving out of her old apartment.  After a quick stop at Monkey Nest for some caffeine, we were flagged down by a woman who found her battery unable to start her car.  Although I was scared Brutus' sheer size and menacing look would blow her small Miata-sized car to smithereens, we hooked up the two batteries and successfully jumped her car.  Finally, while at Third Base to watch even more football, testing the Gods of Football Victories after they'd already granted two Ws yesterday, we shared our table with someone who'd simply chosen the wrong place to grab a post-gym bite to eat.  I'm hoping my karma jar isn't overflowing yet, I could use a bit more in the coming months.  Regardless of the status of my karma jar, however, it felt really nice to be so helpful all day. 

September 17, 2011

After Vince Young's glorious win in the BCS National Championship game against the University of Southern California in the 2005 season, it was Colt McCoy's turn to win the hearts of Longhorn fans across the state and nation.  I dutifully bought a No. 12 jersey and even more dutifully wore it every game day, as if it were a requirement of my religion.  According to me, games either rise or fall on the basis of my wearing my No. 12 game day jersey.  Remember the ill-fated game against Texas Tech with McCoy at the helm?  My apologies extend in an attempt to soothe your angst; I wasn't wearing my jersey until midway through the third quarter, which was too little too late.  McCoy's jersey has taken me through his four non-redshirt seasons, and now into the next era of Longhorn football with his little brother, Case McCoy, at the lead.  Grateful I didn't purchase a No. 7 Garrett Gilbert jersey, I watched Case McCoy lead a strong Longhorns offense down the field at the Rose Bowl in Pasadena, California to win over the UCLA Bruins, 49-20.  If you're wondering, I'm currently stockpiling ear plugs so I don't have to hear the announcers on their third round of McCoy-Shipley roommate commentary, all the while writing to both the McCoys and Shipleys to inquire as to when we can expect the next set of stellar Longhorn offensive football players.  

September 16, 2011

I went to bed tonight with a sudden realization:  I hadn't stepped foot outside even once the entire day.  Two packages were delivered today, so I did see the light of day and momentarily breathe some fresh air, but my toes stayed squarely behind my threshold.  I spent some time watching the Today show, one of my continuing morning traditions since high school.  Then I spent the majority, or the remaining entirety, of the day researching and outlining for my seminar paper.  The articles I read were incredibly interesting, so the time passed quickly.  After a few short minutes of a reading-induced sleep, I took to cleaning my apartment, which I always take for filthy before it even reaches the boundary between clean and slightly unkempt.  By the end of the day, I found myself right where I began, spending over twenty four surprisingly pleasant hours in the same seven hundred square feet.