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Growing up in an Asian household means that we don't normally "celebrate" Superbowl Sunday. Every year before this year, it has been treated just like any other Sunday. At most, my father and I would watch the game. Well, he would watch the game, and I would "watch." This year, my uncle and aunt came over with their adorable dog, the furry creature love of my life. We even picked up 30 wings from KFC, as well as two large pies. They were supposed to be thin crust, and while I appreciate the effort that the pizzeria made (it was a custom order) it came out more soggy than thin. The dough nearly collapsed beneath the generous distribution of sausage, tomato, pepperoni and mushroom. 

As luck would have it, today is also my grandma's birthday. I believe she's seventy-seven now. I love her, she's fabulous. 

Anyway, the game itself was quite remarkable. Let me just say that I have never fully understood football. I always knew what a tackle was, a fumble, and I had a vague grasp of the concept of a 'blitz' and a 'down'. I knew that the object of the game was to get it into the end zone, thereby scoring a touchdown. I knew that touchdowns had different point values, and all of the self-explanatory stuff. I also realized very early on that football is infinitely more interesting than baseball, which is one pastime that I will never appreciate. However, up until this year, I had no idea what the game was actually about. 

(GO STEELERS)

So, with that said, I'm also disappointed in America for not living up to its hedonistic name. I don't think  a nipslip will ever be a threat ever again, because they've only invited very safe, old acts to play during halftime. Don't get me wrong, Bruce Springsteen is great, but he's so far from scandalous. 

In other news, this weekend:

Friday - Went to work. Then, Counties... in which I ran my personal best for the 1500m. (5:26!!) Also, the 4x8 qualified (accidentally) for state quals. No thanks to me, because I am the slowest leg on the team... I don't want to talk about it. Anyway, this means I have another 10 days of track. Errrgjlkadflaer.  I also went to my first cliche sleepover, during which I had some of the most interesting conversations with people I never thought I would have such conversations with. It was fun. 

Saturday - Went to work. Then, felt compelled to be a homebody. I stayed home and baked chocolate chip toffee cookies. They were delicious. And chewy. Yum. I've still got about 1.5 dozen left, I think... I also watched Made of Honor (it was cute) and Wanted (James McAvoy...yummmm I love his nose).

And today I went to work again. I'm also working tomorrow. Damn. (But oh, money... How I spend thee so swiftly). Oh, speaking of. I really hope the boss doesn't think I'm some sort of leper because all my shifts are me working by myself. There's a reasonable explanation for this. One that I have no desire to get into because it would involve a great deal of frustration. 

Recently, I also watched Penelope (which I did not know was Canadian...) the most adorable movie I have ever seen. It was a heaping plate of cheese cum feel-good, but I loved it. And James McAvoy looked delicious. He made me realize that while I'm not certain I am attracted to a "type" of guy, I am definitely attracted a type of nose. It sounds crazy, possibly even obnoxious, but I find that it is also very true.