procrastination at its finest

I am putting off studying. I just really really do not want to do it right now. No thank you. So instead of studying, here is what I have been doing.
Check Facebook.
Check Instagram.
Check Twitter.
Check Blogger.
Eat.
Repeat.
Its getting old.. I'm getting too fast and nothing is new anymore. Not enough people on my sites tonight to keep me entertained.
I should probs go study now. But I'd rather not. So I'll tell ya'll a story I guess.
Its goes like this.

I went to the Marriott Center yesterday at 4 pm to wait for the game between BYU and San Francisco that started at 7 pm. It was snowing quite a bit and made everything so wet. Luckily, when I got there, my friends had weaseled their way into the Marriott Center early to help the marketing team blow up balloons for the student section so I got to go in early too. After a little while, they kicked us out again because they have to or something stupid. Eventually they began letting students in and yes, we got front row seats yet again.
So the game goes not so good.... as in we lost. Final score: BYU 87 to San Fran 99. Boo.
Usually I get very, very, very wound up about losing. I just do not handle it well. But somehow I manage to have so much fun at the basketball games here that no matter the outcome, I still come away from the games happy. Winning just makes me all the more happy when it does happen.
Are you wondering why I was happy after we lost last night?
Let me just tell you.
I was in a face-making mood all night for some reason. So much face-making energy. I got on the jumbo tron a couple times and crossed my eyes. Had people around me laughin a lil bit. I had been making faces at the opposing team's bench (which is very close to where we were sitting) but they would never look at me. Never any eye contact. Eventually I got the attention of one of the coaches that was sitting near us (he was great) and also the attention of a couple of the players on the team. Near the end of the game I had a number of the team as well as a couple of the coaches laughing at my ugly faces.
Once the game had officially ended, one of the BYU photographers ran over with his camera to get a shot of my face... I smiled. He said, "No. No. No. You've gotta do what you've been doing the entire game." I pulled a mighty fine face, if I do say so myself. I still have yet to see this picture but I hope one day I can get a copy of it somehow. After it was taken I said to myself, my mother is going to die if that gets put anywhere public.
Mother, I apologize sincerely if it does go public someday.