D-A-V-...oh, hell. I can't be arsed with the rest.

So, I'm sitting here in the library, essentially passing the time before the big game tonight--we'll be on ESPN2!--by attempting to do my preliminary research for the group presentation in my Imperialism class. The topic statement is due on Monday.

Sadly, looking at random articles from a 1918 English newspaper is a lot more attractive than accomplishing my real task, which is something along the lines of researching the topic How the British Treated Native VIPs in the Places they Colonised. Yeah. I hate starting research. Maybe I'll just turn to the bibliography sections in a couple of our textbooks...

On the other hand, in a little bit, I get to meet Jen for Bonsai before the game; we're going early to see if we can a)get good not nosebleeds seats, and b)get on TV when Dick Vitale comes out into the crowd about an hour before the game. We're playing CofC, which means it's Blackout Belk, and the place is sold out (of course). I always look forward to our dorky cheers and singing 'Sweet Caroline' at the 8.00 minute timeout (yes, we are all complete nerds here at Davidson, have we met?). I just hope Stephen has a good game; he didn't have such a great game on Wednesday. Of course, even when he has a mediocre game, he's great, and the team wins by twenty-five points.

Back to work for me...