Me? Obsessed? No...

Yes, we lost. 'Twas quite the tragic train-wreck of a season. Now it's over and I guess I have to live with that until next year. At least there's the rest of the series, the World Championship (though not in Québec City this year, which obviously sucks), more Lance et compte, and lots and lots of trade soap-opera drama to come over the next few weeks. Si this should be a pretty good summer anyways... provided I find a job I like.

I've got my last exam on Tuesday, and then it's GOODBYE!! I'll have my bachelor's, and I have to find work.

I'm also moving this summer, which is a bit stressful, but I can't wait. We'll be in a bigger, better appartment that is near everything useful. Should be awesome.

And now, for a sexy black eye, this yummy Komisarek pic is from Habs Inside/Out.

The media announced today that Steve Bégin was traded to the Stars. This sucks so badly. I love Bégin. He's a good player who isn't scared to get in a fight. He's fast and he's got a lot of spirit. What's more, he's way sexy. At least now he'll hopefully get to play as much as he should and be appreciated for it.

Change of subject: I've got a job interview tomorrow morning. Like... for a real job. I'm pretty stressed out so wish me luck!

Damn it! What's with all this shit? This was supposed to be a great year with the Centennial and all. And now everything is going down the drain. First, all the injuries, then the losing streak, then the Kovy crisis that got me nervous as hell and now the Brothers K and Hamrlik being linked to some organized crime guy! WTF?

Scandal, scandal, scandal...

I hope to hell this shit clears up and we make it to the series cause there's no way in hell I'm watching the Bruins take the Cup without seeing my beautiful Glorieux fight them for it!

This sucks...

I'm sure everyone has already seen this pic, but I just happen to fall upon it last night. I love Shawn Ashmore, so seeing him wrapped in a Canadian flag? I may or may not explode. Watch out. I'd have posted it with my X-Men fic if I'd had it.

This whole Sergei Kostitsyn / Mikhail Grabovski feud is so turning me on. I mean hey, I've never been much into Grabby's little vomit-face, but the anger in his eyes when he's looking at Sergei is hot. Plus it makes a tiny anger smile make its way onto Sergei's face. Drool. I can't wait for the next Habs vs. Leafs game, but I'm hoping they won't take it too far. I wouldn't like everyone in Québec hating Sergei too. Right now though, I'm hoping the feud will feed certain people's imagination and that stories about this will sprout up soon. My eternal love to whomever can write me a good-length, well-written slash story about this.

( This might help... )


Oh and how awesome was Sergei's game-winning goal last Saturday? Man, that was great. Only the Habs can pull that off on a regular basis.

For a treat, more eye injury hotness.

 

Damn! I haven't been here for so long. I miss this place. School is finally letting up a teeny bit. Still got a few exams to pass, including a Russian oral presentation, which I'm half freaking out about. I hate talking in front of a crowd. I'm not having too much trouble with the grammar for now, but I'm happy I took a Latin class in my first year.

Since I was last here, my dearest dears, the Habs, have been up and down... and now they're starting to get back up a bit. Love-of-my-life Sergei is getting some sort of a humility cure, which, in my 12-year-old fan-girl heart, makes me sad even though I know it's necessary.

 

In September, I went down to Roberval for Kraft Hockeyville. The whole organization was totally hyping it up into something that it so didn't turn out to be. I mean, it was fun and all, but there wasn't much entertainment until the game, and no one except the freaking press was allowed within 50 feet of the Habs. Of course for the Sabres, we were allowed a wee bit closer...

  

There weren't very big names like Kovy or Price. But there were still some fun people like the Kostitsyns and Tanguay. Carbo decided to have a few recruits from the region play. Apparently, these people don't get the fact that we've seen those guys play before; it's the players like Kovy and Markov and Koivu that we don't all have the means to buy a $200 ticket (plus hotel, gas, etc.) to go see in Montreal (5-6 hours away by car). Here's the line-up for that night:

The Habs did end up winning, though, so that rocked!

Also, for the fan-girl inside me, all was not lost. I got to shake hands with Sexy Bob Gainey and get an autograph. That was pretty intimidating.

I also got an autograph from Youppi (yes, the big orange fluff has an autograph!), who is THE coolest mascot in the history of mascots. I mean, come on, which other mascot has actually changed sports? He's certainly the handsomest.

Then there were interviews: I got to see and photograph (I'm a picture freak) Ron Fournier, ex-referee who now has a hockey radio show. He's quite the character and very well known in Québec. Extremely funny!

There were also two ex-players: Brenoit Brunet and Dave Morissette.

     

Even Gary Bettman (the hockey elf) was there.

Finally came some actual eye-candy and the only Hab we were able to see up-close: Steve Bégin. This guy is beautiful on tv but those husky-like eyes are out of this world in real life. He gave an interview and talked about the season coming up and his fight the night before. His hands were scratched up a bit. Check out the hotness.

  

So that was pretty much it for Hockeyville. 'Twould have been cooler had they not over-hyped it in the media, but was pretty fun anyways.

Tomorrow (today, really), I've got tickets to a special hockey game. For Québec's 400th, they organised a Habs vs Nordiques game with ex-players, including Guy Lafleur. I'm really looking forward to that. I'm in my early twenties and I don't grow up in a hockey-crazed family or anything, so I never really saw Lafleur in action, even less in live action. I doubt I'll have that chance again. We've got pretty respectable seats too, so I can't wait. I'll take pictures (obviously).

CANADIENS	NORDIQUES
Guy Lafleur Stéphane Richer Vincent Damphousse Claude Lemieux Yvon Lambert Dave Morissette Donald Audette Sergio Momesso Brian Savage Larry Robinson Stéphane Quintal Enrico Ciccone Gaston Gingras Karl Dykhuis Éric Desjardins Gilbert Delorme  Goalie: Richard Sévigny COACH: Jacques Demers ASS. COACH: Cournoyer	Michel Goulet Alain Côté Réal Cloutier Pierre Aubry Marc Fortier Louis Sleigher Robert Picard Lucien Deblois Jean-François Sauvé Normand Dupont Steven Finn Dave Pichette André Dupont Wally Weir Gaston Therrien Pierre Lacroix Goalie: Dan Bouchard COACH: Michel Bergeron ASS. COACH: Guy Lapointe

Next Tuesday is Hockeyville in Roberval, a small town where I spent a lot of my summers cause my aunt lives there. It's about 4 hours away from here by bus. And so I am very much ditching three of my classes to go see a Habs vs Sabres pre-season game. The arena where this is going on is extremely tiny, and the tickets were all given away to the media and a few to the people of Roberval, so we won't be able to see the game from inside, but there will be a huge tv screen outdoors and a shitload of people. It is bound to be awesome!

I'm just hoping that all my favourite Habs will be there. The Hockey Night in Canada crew is supposed to be there too, so probably Don Cherry will show up. Him being the legend that he is, and me being the 12-year-old groupie that I am, I hope to see him there. I wonder if the players will sign autographs and shit. I really hope so. I'm gonna bring a good camera this time.

Damn! I can't wait. A week is way too long...

I'm at school right now, and I'm so fucking bored to death... It's back to school week, and Tuesdays and Wednesdays are harsh cause I start at 8:30 am and finish at 9:30 pm.

Anyways, I had my first Russian class last night. It was fucking stressful. I'm a very shy person who doesn't like speaking out in front of a classroom, so I definitely did NOT appreciate having to speak freaking Russian in front of the class, even if it was just a few words. It doesn't seem like it'll be too hard, though, just a lot of work. Luckily, my first language is French, and so I apparently know about 300 words already, which is good. I'm looking forward to learning more!

( Here's a meme I totally stole from Sasha_vic )

 Goddamn it! I try to post a little something for the first time in like a month and a half and I lose it all at the last second. Damn!

I'll make it shorter then...

I was just saying that, though I haven't been doing much cause I work a lot, I HAVE been watching the coolest show to ever air in Québec. It's an old 80's Québecer show loosely based on the Nordiques. It's called Lance et compte, though we affectionately call it Shoot & Score. It is an absolute marvel of television.

Also, I can't believe I'm saying this, but Paul McCartney gave a show here on the Plains for Québec City's 400th, and I didn't even go! I can be such a moron sometimes. It's not like I had any good reason for not having gone--it was FREE!! I did order it on tv and watch it, but how uncool is that! The show was awesome. God I wish I'd been there...

On another note, I'm anxious for Sundin to make up his mind and see that Montréal is the best city for him. Hehe. I want that Sexy Frankenstein in Montréal! Although, that would create quite a hotness overload, what with Kovy and Sergei and Carey. I think I'd need a drool bucket.

Watched two pretty good Adam Beach movies recently: Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee, and Smoke Signals. Wounded Knee was deep and beautiful, Smoke Signals was funny and cute as hell. It's got nothing on Dance Me Outside, but then again, it hasn't got Ryan Black and Hugh Dillon. Ooh... talking of Hugh, I wonder if that Flash Point show is any good. Thought it wouldn't be, and I missed the first episode, but now I want to see it.

So anyways, I'm getting pretty anxious. Sort of looking forward for school to start because I'll be taking a Russian class. That should be pretty awesome. Plus, I just bought me a nice little laptop, and I can't wait to be doing my homework at school. I'm also looking forward to the freaking hockey season. Summer is so long. Good thing we watched lots of crappy hockey stuff (i.e.: Lance et compte and Slapshot). Helps with the cravings.

Alright, well, I'm off to bed, since I get up at 5:45 in the morning.

So for your viewing pleasure, here are two videos: the first is a video of oh-so-beautiful Adam Beach, the second is a great moment of Québec's finest show, Lance et compte. Enjoy!

 

What the fuck? Kovy cut his hair!

I saw this last year or two years ago when it passed on TV. Didn't think I'd get the chance to see it again.  

Last weekend was pretty fun at work. I mean, it was boring as usual, but because Québec City is 400 years old this year, there are a shit load of activities and concerts and all sorts of stuff. Last weekend there was some Navy thing going on to commemorate all the countries that populated Québec (or something of the sort, some guy explained it real quickly to me). So there were Navy ships from France, Britain, Scotland, Ireland (and probably other places too) and the sailors and Navy officers were walking around all over the older part of town. There were so many of them that came to my store, in their sexy uniforms. Damn. They were hot.

I quit my job this week. I got a job in my field of study, a nice job that's well-paid and really fun. I'm pretty excited about it. I'm starting on Monday, but I still have to work a few weekends at my other job to help out my boss. That'll make me 21 consecutive days of work. I so don't feel like it. Dammit! Oh well. It probably won't be as bad as I imagine it will be.

Oh and the Pens lost. I was pretty disappointed about it, but I admit that seeing sexy Lindstrom oh so happy with the cup in his hands was really nice. I can never really be sad when I see how happy the other team is.

I really love seeing TV commercials with professional athletes cause they are usually so freaking bad at acting, it's always really cute. There's this one pizza ad with Martin Brodeur that I saw for the first time this week. Oh my god, they are such bad actors. I love it. Plus, as my sister pointed out, it's pretty funny that Brodeur would make a pizza ad only a few weeks after having been called "Fatso". Ha ha! I was looking for a particular Vince Lecavalier ad on YouTube, cause it's the best athlete acting ever, but I can't find it. It's a St. Hubert ad, and he's totally adorable in it, very Quebecer. Instead, though, I found this video which is so damn sweet!

There are a bunch of these videos with other players. I love this. I never get to see them cause I usually watch hockey in French on RDS.

This is the Brodeur ad. It's in English, though. They're not as bad as in French. 

Title: Bathroom Break
Author: scot_obsessed 
Pairing: Spinner/Jay
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This never happened. I don't own them. I wish I did, but I don't. 

I was looking through the tons of pictures I like to collect off the net this afternoon. And I've come up with one question: 

What is it about eye injuries that make them that much hotter? 





 
Damn! I love this picture. It's so fucking sweet and badass at the same time.

 I haven't posted in a week, cause I've been working quite a bit. Yet, last Wednesday was fucking awesome! As you may or may not know, I went to see Belarus play against France at the World Championship. It was so much fun. 

We were seated pretty close so we got to see The Love of  My Life Sergei and his brother Andrei. There was also Grabby and Cristobal Huet! I took two rolls of film worth of pictures, but those arenas are always poorly lit. I'm hoping they'll be alright anyways. It was so great to see these guys play. 

There were about 200 French fans behind Huet's goal and they kept singing and cheering... God! It seemed they had rehearsed every possible cheer out there. They were fun though, you know. Belarus had surprisingly very few fans cheering for them, which really sucked, I thought.

So Belarus won, which I was totally happy about. I have to say though, that Andrei's goal at the end made me feel bad for Huet. He had started going back to the bench for the last minute, when Andrei got hold of the puck. Huet never had a chance. He seemed so angry.

Oooh, I did notice one thing about Sergei: the guys speaks to himself. All the time. He's constantly mumbling to himself. I don't know if he's singing or encouraging himself, or muttering anger or what, but those gorgeous lips are always moving. It's totally adorable. Damn, I like that guy.

I kept wondering if the Kostitsyns had spoken to Huet, you know, having been on the same team and stuff. At the end of the game though, after hearing the anthem and when everyone was leaving through the zamboni gate, Sergei passed the French players all the way to Huet to speak with him. That was really cute. I don't know, I'm a sucker for male bonding, I guess.

I know this is stupid, but I was sort of afraid that Sergei wouldn't be quite as hot in real life as he is on tv. I know it makes no sense, but hey, you never know. Not the case! Damn, he's so hot! When the game ended, we went out and made our way to the back of the arena. We saw a few players from Team France and Team Belarus that we didn't know. Then Andrei came out holding a bag of ice to his face. People called out his name, but he never signed autographs. I was a bit disappointed about that cause I'm a total groupie deep down in my soul. J'suis une fan finie, as we would say here. Some long minutes later, Sergei came out and gave autographs. I obviously got one and was ecstatic about it. I tried to take some pictures cause, fuck! he was barely two feet away from me! Unfortunately I had no more film and had to use my friend's digital camera, which I had borrowed (I come prepared, see?). The damn camera is all automatic and sucks ass. My pictures aren't very good, I can tell you that. 

Once Sergei was out of sight, I went inside where Cristobal Huet was and took a few pictures of him. They're pretty bad too. He seemed really nice. He didn't seem to mind giving fans some time, taking pictures with them and signing autographs. Being horribly shy, I didn't take a picture with him. I simply took some from afar. 

So now, I'm gonna go watch Slings & Arrows, which my sister got for her birthday. Damn Canadian cinema is the best!

Ooh! I made my sister a Habs birthday cake. It's totally ugly but funny as hell. I may post a pic or two of it when I can.

I'M SO FUCKING GOING!!!!! iiiiiiiiiiiiiii This totally makes my day. Well... My week and my month. Oh fuck it. My year!! Tomorrow evening, I'll be watching the brothers Kostitsyn play for real! With Grabby, against Huet. KICKASS!!! 

Just thinking that they're here, nearby somewhere in the same city as I am makes me crazy. Pleky is here too, but you know, I'm not gonna go pay for him, seeing as my budget is already disliking tomorrow's game.

Sorry, I'm way excited about this. 

Oh, and sorry for all you Americans, but I was happy to find out Team Canada beat the US today. I'm so hoping and expecting a Canada/Russia final. It could be the Série du Siècle all over again. Or whatever...


Today was my first day of work. The girl I was working with is pretty nice. She's actually in the same university program I am, so that made for good conversation. The other people I don't think I'll love all that much, though. But hey, it's a freaking job, eh? Actually, I already have to cut down on hours a bit cause I got me a little job in my field of study that doesn't pay well, but that'll give me experience. It's all very stressful, really.

Oh  dear, oh dear!

The brothers Kostitsyn are in Québec. I'M in Québec! Damn you stupid student budget!! I just might go anyways. Belarus is playing France on Wednesday, and really, how could I miss THE love of my life with his brother, and Grabby and... Ahh! My first day of work in tomorrow, so yeah, the money will come in one day. But still, $45 is a slightly large chunk in my wallet. What am I to do? Actually, the going or not going of it has to do with how close to the ice I can get to sit with a $45 ticket. My sister is gonna call tomorrow, and we'll know then I guess. 

Now let my cry for my poor little Habs. Carey Price seemed so sad when he was talking to the press after the game. I mean, I know he always looks like he's about to cry (unless he's laughing, of course) but Saturday was really sad. 

Plus, now that the series are over for them, they went and shaved all their beautiful series-beards. WHYYYY!! Seriously, the series look so good on everyone. It's a shame, really. 

Oops, gotta jet.