Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Tom Brady

[Background story: I'm not really interested in football, so the only player I know is Tom Brady. That's only because I think he's pretty good looking, not to mention he's dating my favorite Brazilian model Gisele Bundchen (my girl crush). Anyway, apparently he's been injured and won't be playing for the rest of the season.]

I had this conversation with Brad the other day:

Brad: Are you sad that Tom Brady won't be playing this season because of his injury?
Me: What? No. He's still good looking on the bench.

I don't need him to be playing to look at him. In fact, now I can see him better because he won't be wearing a helmet. Watch out, Tommy. Reowr!

Totally unrelated: I was trying to get to my blog, but apparently I did not type in the address correctly (which took me a while to realize). Next thing I know I'm at a site that claims to be able to prove that the bible is true. 6,000 pages about 4,000 topics! OMG, literally! I was scared half to death! It was like, "Okay, guys. Who told blogger I'm a non-believer?" Turns out I just had a dyslexic moment; I was trying to go to What a tard.

Dyslexics of the world untie!

Monday, September 08, 2008

Good Ol' Newton Gresham

There's something about the library that makes me feel smart. I don't necessarily have to be doing anything that makes me smart(er); just being there makes me feel academic. It's too bad this time I'm all hot, academic, and sweaty. Stupid hot weather.

I used to have my own little room in the library; it was a place just for me down a quiet little hallway. All of a sudden the library decided, "Hey, I think we randomly need to renovate during the fall even though we had all summer to do it." Now I have to use the library like everyone else. I want to be special, dammit.
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