Of Frisbee, Pixar, and Pre-Frosh

Apparently today is some sort of admissions day: I wandered into the dining hall and was greeting by a throng of scared-looking highschoolers edging away from their accompanying happy-looking parents, all of whom were being watched by a group of austere-looking admissions personnel. Initially the crowdedness made me grouchy, but then I realized that because of all these prospective students the dining staff had put out some of our most delicious food, so I ended up dining quite contentedly on chicken fingers and pasta with alfredo (so no, college hasn't changed me at all...), which are both items that I reckon oughta be pretty standard dining hall fare, but in actuality appear only infrequently.

In lieu of Nathan's mention of Monster's Inc and nostalgia for childhood movies, it seems worthwhile to mention that yesterday I rewatched Toy Story, and found it EVEN BETTER than I remembered. If you made me pick my favorite Pixar movie... I think I would eventually narrow it down to Toy Story, The Incredibles, and Wall-E. Actually interested what you loyal readers think about this one; if you had to pick one Pixar movie, what would it be?

Anyway, a couple of notes from an excellent weekend of Ultimate:
- So I played in an indoor tournament where the fields were the size of basketball fields, and the endzones quite literally not much more than two yards deep. This was difficult to get used to.
- We played something like 12 games over the two days, and despite the tiny field, let it be known that that is a bizarre amount of running.
- St. Lawrence had won the whole affair last year (and there are twenty teams there, so fairly impressive, eh?) but unfortunately was knocked out in the semis this year.
- For no readily apparent reason, on Saturday I was playing pretty much the best frisbee of my life, but of course on Sunday when the games actually mattered I was utterly, utterly, terrible. Still though, on Saturday I cracked starting line, which is enough to keep my ego boosted to an unhealthy degree for the next week or so, maybe more.
- Oh yeah. I laid out so hard that my watch broke. Cut into my wrist, leaving several nasty cuts, wristband snapped, stopped ticking for a bit, but now is working again. Despite the fact that I didn't permanently destroy the watch, I still feel so ridiculously badass. The catch was for a point, too. Byah! (Incidentally, that was my version of the Howard Dean yell, complete with fist pump. Didn't carry over well into this medium...)

On a concluding note, if you do find yourself reading this, by all means sign up as a follower. It doesn't actually entail anything, but makes Nathan and I feel all impressive (as if I need any more of that, right?)