So... I don't really care about watching the Olympics. Does that make me like, super un-patriotic? I'm sure that the Opening Ceremonies are awesome and crazy and possibly all super-Canadian and all that, but I just don't care.
This is what I imagine as being super-Canadian, by the way:
Anyway, Robin Sparkles aside, I remember sitting with my college friends at their house on 906 Greenwood as Michelle Kwan skated around the ice. We... may have been drinking. We kept chanting for her to fall, "Fall... Fall... FALL!" And then? She did. She fell hard. Uhhh... oops?
Once my buzz wore off, I felt so damn guilty, I don't think that I've really watched the Winter Olympics for more than a few minutes here and there. I do like the skating, because I can say, "Toe pick!" over and over again, and it just doesn't get old. But you just can't make me like the ice dancing. You can't. It's so boring.
Good for the athletes, go team USA and whatnot, but I'm going to be watching Supernatural DVDs and might possibly start watching those Chuck DVDs I've had from Netflix for almost two weeks.