What has become of me, friends? Have I seriously dropped off the face of the blogosphere, because it certainly feels like it. I can’t promise that I’ll be back everyday, even every other day, because I would hate to lie to you. And, because my work schedule is absolutely crazy now, I know I won’t be able to blog like I once had. And I really, really mean it when I say that next year I’m making my school schedule differently, because I want to be able to go to the gym before class like I did last year. Actually, if nothing else, to stay in bed a little longer and write about my favorite guys.

But honestly, if they keep playing like they did last night, I’m just going to opt for the extra sleep, or a trip to the gym.

And, in all truthfulness, I feel like I’m watching Titanic over, and over, and over again.

Remember how that charming, handsome young man named Jack saves a lost and forlorn spirit in Rose? Well, over the summer, when I’m hockey-deprived, I’m extremely bored. I’m not a really big fan of baseball; I’ll watch it occasionally, and I’ll go to Bisons games, but it doesn’t affect me one way or another. So I’ve basically got nothing to attach the sports portion of my heart to. In many ways, then, I am much like Rose, clinging to the railing of the ship, only air separating myself and the icy water below. But then Craig Rivet, Ryan Miller, Thomas Vanek, Derek Roy, and the rest come along and tell me they’ll jump with me, and eventually pull me back over the railing.

Then there’s the wild love affair, where I become completely infatuated with everything the Sabres do, and we can do no wrong. I mean, we’re on the grandest ship in the world, just a girl in love with her team, and her team playing pretty good hockey. Everything is just peachy. And even though Calsome teams may be better, I prefer the Sabres.

And I even tell them that I plan on getting off of the boat with them. Now that’s commitment.

But now we’re at the point in the movie when the ship has split in two, and again, the Sabres and I are clinging to the railing as the Titanic bobs in the water and begins to go down, down, down into the depths of ninth place, or worse.

I can only hope that they’re going to rewrite the ending so that I don’t have to go through the whole “I’ll never let go Sabres, I’ll never let go.” I’d like them to be on the lifeboat with me in the end, and then we can stick it to Cal the rest of the league once we’re really safe on that other ship. (I just love the part where she says her name is Rose Dawson. Wouldn’t it be so wonderful to finally say that we are the best???)

But hey, Kate Winslet got what she wanted eventually, right? I mean, she got her Oscar. And if I’m Kate Winslet…

Yeah, I know. Wishful thinking.

Any who, have a nice Wednesday, friends.