This rainy weather is giving me a serious case of the blues
Having to work on a Saturday doesn’t help either.
Having to work on a Saturday doesn’t help either.
Holy moly check out that ponytail grab!!!
I like to get to my Political Science class early whenever possible, because the room is at about maximum capacity and if you arrive late you will be forced to to either climb over eight people to reach the one available seat in the middle of the row, or just sit on the floor in the aisle for the entire hour. Neither option is very appealing.
The problem with arriving early is that you have to sit there ten minutes and listen to this group of guys who are always in the back row having the nerdiest, lamest, most embarrassing conversations ever. Wow, they are amazing.
Today they were discussing how awesome it would be to kidnap Carrie Fisher, some how cause her to have amnesia (I guess they were planning on inflicting a little blunt force trauma?) and then convince her that she actually is Princess Leia and Star Wars is a documentary about her life. They all agreed that this would be amazing, but that it would be even more amazing if they were able to capture hot, 70s era Carrie Fisher rather than the ugly, old Carrie Fisher of today. It was the dumbest, nerdiest conversation ever.
The problem with these guys is not that they’re nerds who love Star Wars and video games. It’s that they’re stupid, loud nerds who clearly consider themselves to be witty and clever when they are actually just idiots.
It took everything in my power not to go back there and stuff them all into some lockers this morning.
Nerds!
Ugh, well, I think it’s time to admit it.
I lost my camera.
I have no idea where or even exactly when, but I know I haven’t seen it in over a month and I’ve looked everywhere. I keep thinking maybe it will turn up. I haven’t wanted to accept that it’s gone… but, man, not having a camera is driving me NUTS.
So, now to get something new…
Except, of course, I have no money.
Camera Fairy?
I’m glad I’m up to date on the names of famous pets in Portland as well. Speaking of pets, I just read via the Mercury that cats can get swine flu too! I hope Arthur doesn’t get sick (but I bet it’d be really funny to watch him sneeze).
I heard that too, and was very alarmed!
So I force fed Arthur a bunch of vitamin C tablets and Purrelled his paws.
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So I’m working on a painting that is based on a drawing I did of my animation history professor.
Do you think I should show it to him when I’m finished? He’s super socially awkward and seems really uncomfortable whenever I attempt to speak directly to him, so I feel like he’ll probably think it’s weird that I painted him…
On the other hand, he’s very friendly via email. Maybe I should send it to him as an attachment?
Do you think he’ll give me extra credit?
Arthur always comes when called, but it is clear that it is not because he’s so obedient or loyal or well trained or anything like that. It’s just because he’s curious and he can’t help himself. You can tell it pisses him off, too.
I can sit on my butt and call out, “Yoohoo! Little kitty! Arthur!” and within a few minutes he’ll show up and look at me like, “What? What’s going on? You better not have called me over here for nothing.” So then I grab him and pet him and he’s like, “Uuuuggggghhhh. You dragged me away from staring out the window at birds for this?”
So, then he dashes off and goes back to his little kitty business.
But I can make him come back here any old time I want.
He just can’t help himself.
Currently every member of the household, which means myself, my boyfreind, Catherine (my best gal pal), Louie (my best step brother pal), Val (the roommate cat) and Arthur (you know him) are sitting around watching a Star Trek: The Next Generation rerun.
Also, I’m drinking a beer.
Man, could it get any better? I think not.
I just caught up on your tumblr.
It turns out you do know that Greg Oden has a dog named Charles Barkley McLovin.
And, yes, it is the greatest name for a dog. Especially when the dog is a girl.
So, as it turns out, Greg Oden has a blog. It’s not on tumblr, but it IS one of the funniest things I’ve read. It reads like Mac’s love letter to Chase Utley.
I don’t think that photo is large enough to read, so here’s the text (be sure to read it aloud for ultimate lolz):
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JulAll My Free Time
This summer is the first time i lived by myself in my life. I am enjoying it a lot. I cook and clean more than i ever use to do. One thing ive gotten into is tv shows all different types. I watch shows from The Secret Life Of an America Teenager to Real World Cancun to Cold Case, not the real Cold Case the one on CBS and TNT. Its so bad that i watch Cold Case up to 4 in the morning every week night, because it comes on TNT starting at 12 and they play 4 episodes back to back. It is my new favorite show it all i have on my dvr. Its sad sometimes but its cool and interesting, it would be sweet if i could be on that show.
Meg, I really hope that you genuinely appreciate this blog and are not just making fun of Greg.
Did you know that he has a dog named named Charles Barkley McLovin?
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