I decided to do a bracket

I usually don't really care about sports. I enjoy watching them. I usually pick a team to root for at some point in the game. I usually am a sucker for the underdog. I still have Tarheel loyalty pangs (these go with Duke-contempt-pangs).
Which brings me to two days ago, when I filled out my bracket and thought: I like Memphis. I've watched some of their games. You know what, they are going all the way!
Which brings me to this second. AHHHHHHHHHHH.
Why does filling out a bracket make me care SO much?
Update: Victory is sweet. 3-3 so far. Let's see how the afternoon plays out. What has happened to me?

Happy Irish Day

Anybody want to go to Ireland? I've been once and it was amazing. The people really are friendly. The beer is good. People burst into song at pubs. These things really happen.
I also wandered around a ruined castle that had a tree growing in one of the rooms. I followed a line of cows into town. I sat in a small waiting room where old ladies talked about me in Gaelic.
I need to go back. Who's with me?

Fashion That Pisses Me Off

I have no idea if this is working. For some reason this whole blogging thing is hard for me.
http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/category.jsp?popId=APPAREL&navAction=poppush&navCount=39&pushId=APP_BOTTOMSUP&id=APP_BOTTOMSUP&cm_mmc=Email-_-10_Mar_09_Harem-_-031609Harem7M-_-BottUp
Let's see how this looks so I can talk about how it makes me SO ANGRY I HAVE TO TYPE IN CAPS.
Okay, maybe not that angry. Yet while I am in no way a fashionista (and jeez do I hate that word), I do possess eyes. That work. And I find myself becoming irrationally upset when I see a company that I usually like, or at least support by trolling their sales, offer up a brain-searingly ugly "statement".
Those are not harem pants. Those are MC Hammer pants. They are from 1990 and they make that model look incredibly fat and awkward. Why does the fashion industry try to fool me into clothes that will pretty much guarantee a sexless existance? That's just not nice.