WRANGLE THE WILDCATS! HOORAY FOR A 1 AND 4 SEASON!!!!!

ok, so I'm not really getting into the homecoming mode. Sure, let's back up our football team, especially in the hard times, blah blah blah. I'm sorry that I happen to notice when you lose 9 out 10 games the previous season, and then vow that "we're going to have a great year!" Where exactly is that year, may I ask? Because the games I've been attending (it's a requirement, at that) are certainly not what was promised at many a lackluster pep rally. The parade was long, sweaty and cumbersome, but not unexpected. I saw tons of people with looks of intense excitement on their faces, so I guess it was beneficial to some. The bonfire and post activities were not all they were cracked up to be. I went home and cleaned up mildly, and returned to the bonfire. There I saw a total of six people I knew well enough to comfortably strike up a conversation with. Multiple cars had cranked up rap songs playing, while juveniles commenced inappropriate dancing. Couples were sucking face, and I was reminded of a Friday night at movies 8th grade. So, I went home after seeing jason hopper shirtless (?), daphne wandering aimlessly, being asked by some kid for $20 to pee on the bonfire, and ray whisenhunt, the phantom of chick-fil-a. All in all, a uniquely strange evening. Tomorrow may prove to be just as odd.