other things...

i didnt get to write about how the worlds ended!

naughty, naughty girl.

anyways, russia beat canada. canada WAS leading, but they blew it -.-

i can't say much about the game, i fell asleep in the 2nd intermission and missed the third period. but i hear there was no scoring, and in that case, i guess its a good thing i fell asleep.

god, the worlds bore me. european ice is soo much bigger than north american ice. i think i wrote this before, but i will say it again: everything seems slower on euro ice.

sweden won bronze? :-D GO GO HUSELIUS!

and i have just had the fortune to be introduced to Nicklas Backstrom. i always knew who he was, but OV was always my favorite cap...until now. Backi has stolen meine hertz.

i dont know, it was the 'learn to speak swedish' video that he did...he's so cute. he looks like a little kid :) and he's so awkward and monotone in front of a camera. like, he has no clue what to say. he looks like he's reading his comments off of a piece of paper xD

'you are embarassing your teacher'

'what language is that?'

'please, somebody help him'

god, what am i gonna do in the off season?

lmfao, the other day, my parents were watching horse racing, and i joined them for a bit. in case you have never watched it, horseracing is about 3 hours of TALKING, and about 2 minutes of actual RACING. so i zoned out, a bit. all i hear is: ........blahblahblah, ALEXANDER OVECHKIN....... and in which i jumped out of my seat and bolted to the tv.

mom: what the hell are you doing?

me: SHUT UP, i heard him say OV!

dad: barb, i think she's going insane.

a few minutes later, i give up and walk back to my seat. my parents look at me strangely for a few seconds. i break the silence. "man, it's gonna be one long summer."

which it will be.

i tormented myself by watching the Columbus goal horn. it brought back many memories, not all of them good. the freshest is their last game of the season. that horn blared more than it would have in the entire series, only to end up not blaring the winning goal -.- i seriously cried that night. my dad is so horrible. after the game was over, i stalked up the stairs, still sniffling, and he goes:

dad: heheh, looks like your boys won't be heading into the second round. *big smile*

me: -__-'

i thought i'd give you a little treat:

(man, i have a thing for the swedes :P)