Sha-La-La-La-La-La Land

Er, yes. Ought to be reading. Ought to be studying. Ought to be doing any number of more productive things. But that's just no fun, now is it?

I went to the Los Angeles Zoo today for an assignment for my Primate Behavior class. It's the second time I've ever been there, and it struck me the same as last time: adequate, for both animal and visitor. I did, however, achieve my mission for the day: arrive, finish the assignment, and leave before traffic started. Check. How sad is that? Every excursion from my house in my car revolves around avoiding traffic. Though if you knew LA traffic you'd do the same -- it runs from 6am-10am and from 3pm-7pm. Not a very big window there for ya.

In other news I've been devoting all my time to rugby here. Sunday practice, Monday weights, Tuesday practice, Wednesday weights, Thursday practice... You get the picture. But this coming Monday (the 29th) is our excellent event, Prom Dress Rugby! Confused?
It does what it says on the tin: rugby in a prom dress. I haven't assembled my outfit yet, but I'm off on a quest Thursday for a real stunner of a dress. The poofier the better -- I want the 'floating/no feet' look. And after that, a roll of duct tape to reapply my dress during halftime.

And in OTHER rugby news I am extremely excited about the upcoming World Cup Final on Saturday between England and South Africa. That and I'm obsessed with Johnny Wilkinson, though I don't entirely know why. I called him a "wickedly talented prat" in a previous post when England beat Scotland in the 6 Nations... just a touch of jealousy? Just a touch. This also comes amidst a comment by my coach here to practice my catching since I'll 'never be kicking in a game.' I felt like the stereotypical little kid in an inspirational sports movie: "C'mon coach, gimme a chance!" Just have to prove some things on the field, I guess.

Anyway, back to Johnny Wilkinson.

That's better. Just screams Great Gatsby, doesn't it? Oh I miss British fashion so.

In closing, I leave you with the wise words of Billy Bragg (enjoy the lack of context):
"I saw two shooting stars last night
I wished on them, but they were only satellites
It's wrong to wish on space hardware..."

I can already feel that this year is going to revolve around rugby...

Fin.