I make bad jokes.

This posting is later than a pregnant girl's period, but can I just say that I'm so damn proud to be Canadian?

Way to clean up in Vancouver, my fellow Canucks. Not only did y'all win enough bling to fill every rapper's mouth with solid gold grills, but you did it bigger and better than any other country ever has before. And yes, we own hockey. The ladies and the men snagged some gold, and we're looking exceptional right now for sledge hockey. 10-1 win for Canada against Finland on Saturday - take that, kitty cat!

When I went downtown post-hockey gold, the excitement was electric in the air. Everyone was so charged, feeding off each others energy and cheering well into the night. Flags were flown. Cars honked up and down Douglas street. Molson Canadian was flowing cold and on special. Life was good and I'd never been so proud to be Canadian.

I'd also like to make a special shout-out to those four Íslenska folks who made an appearance this year. All four showed up for Alpine skiing - no medals achieved. This makes sense to me, though, because I'm not good at skiing either. Good effort, friends!

I spent four solid hours this morning working on an essay for my film class. After those four hours, I stopped and re-read my writing. In four hours, I'd completed just half of the first draft of my eight page paper. This is paper one of four. I am so excited for school to be over.

Other things I am excited for? A big fat $750 tax return cheque from the Canadian government, spending vacation time alone with boyfriend in April, having all four wisdom teeth ripped from my skull and eating the double chocolate chunk cookie that's sitting in my cupboard for breakfast. I am, however, not excited to get up tomorrow morning at nine to spend my day slaving away at my papers in the UVic library (see: hell). So, I guess this is goodnight.

I'm going to dream about that cookie.