I awaken this morning at the dawn of a new year, nose unstuffed and tummy grumbling. The 120mg of pseudophedrine I took at 6pm last night made the awakening so much more joyful and refreshing feeling than it really should have after only a few short hours of sleep. I head down to the kitchen to chat with mom as she packs her vitamins, and casually peruse the sports section of the LA Times. Trojans... Michigan... blah blah blah. My interest is piqued by a front-page article, not discussing the teams and potential victors of the game, but discussing the battle of the fight songs. Apparently Michigan and SC have two of the best fight songs... like, ever. WHAT?? Now, I'm actually looking forward to hearing the Michigan fight song for the first time this afternoon. But the stinkin' SC fight song? The one with three notes? The article proceeds to talk about how they played the SC fight song during WWII during some attack in a Pacific island... how it's practically a classic pub song... blah blah BLAH. There was one great part of the article aligned with a firm belief of mine that I'd like to mention. :) "The problem with the USC song is that they play it too much," Studwell said. "It seems like they play when they score, when they don't score, when they feel good, when they feel bad. Many people feel it's overdone." ME INCLUDED! :)

Now after that extensive rant, I have to admit I probably will sit and watch the game and almost cheer for the... gasp... you know... because I appreciate good football and don't appreciate lame ass sucky we might as well be a JV HS team cuz' we suck and can't do anything football. tear.

I now digress from the newspaper to reflect on the events of New Year's Eve 2003... is that New Year's Eve 2003 or New Year's Eve 2004? Interesting conundrum. (I don't think I've ever used the word conundrum before, ever.) It began with some ass-kicking at Super Monkey Ball 2 in the good ol' Chan PV house in front of the good of Chan PV HDTV. It then moved to Hermosa Beach... to my favorite bar of course... Molloy's... There was some drinking, streamer-throwing, dancing at the table, pizza eating next door, puking... :) We won't get into details but we hightailed out of there by about 10:45. :) It all worked out though with all of us being able to spend New Year's together, rather than running in and out of the bar to the patio area. We then moved over to Stacy's pool-not-billiards-cuz-it's-a-different-game room and counted down there. It was cozy and chill, the way New Year's is meant to be. I shot pool and didn't suck at it!! We counted down, uncorked the sham-pog-nuh, and just relaxed our way into 2004.

It was a nice night. Definitely memorable. And I need to get back to the pizza place so that I can sing Journey loudly and not be the only one! Did you hear that? The people eating at the pizza place actually stopped their chomping and started singing along to Journey! I love Hermosa!