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Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Every day is exactly the same
I can't think of any other line from any other song or movie to describe my life any better right now. Not exactly a good song, but...there it is.
I talked about it for months...I put it off...and now, finally, it is done. No, nothing IMPORTANT. Geez, y'all know me better than THAT by now. The Definitive Guide to Giggin'. Not sure how it came out, other than "long." But now I can get back to studying! Yeah!
By the way, I am currently on a mission. A very important mission. A mission...to eat all the food in my apartment before I move out in a month. I think I can do it. And I won't buy any food until I do it. This is my challenge, and I have chosen to accept it.
Got into a debate over "What was the gayest music video of all time?" today. Only it wasn't a debate because my first choice was this one, and my friend just had nothing to top it:
I was even begging him to come up with a runner-up just for argument's sake, but...that was it.
I welcome any other suggestions?
Feel free to start here, but I am looking for "unintentional gayness."
But please please, let's use this chance, to turn things around....
Today, I am refocused and rededicated. Also, feeling a lot more sane, thanks for asking.
I may attribute it to my muse: Yes, that IS an autographed photo of Boki Nachbar hung up right over my bed, how did you know??
If he doesn't inspire me, I don't know who will.
And since studying is the only thing happening on my bed these days, I feel it bodes well.
If anyone wants to be real proud, I think I am about to finish 1 complete day without bursting into tears. Hooray!
(And yes, I purposely used lyrics from a Muse song for the title, since I called Boki my muse...I'm a dork. You knew this.)
Submitted for your approval, and apropos of absolutely fucking nothing at all, are chipmunks shoving peanuts down their throats, set to a ska version of the James Bond theme song. Because why the fuck not?
You know, if fucking Starbucks is going to insist on using their own sissy little language to describe the sizes of their beverages, and then only hire employees, I'm sorry, baristas, that are too fucking stupid to understand what size I want unless I say "small", "medium", or "big"...well I am just going to start going to Dunkin Donuts again. Because they're stupid, but their menu isn't pretentious.
And I've waited patiently...and I wait for the sign....
You know how I know I'M gay? Wearing my hair in pigtails immediately puts me in a better mood.
Seriously though, I have been in a foul mood lately. I would say 95% of everyone I have interacted with in the past week have pissed me off a great deal. Which is really a significant increase from the normal 85%, when you think about it.
And no, it hasn't helped that I likely blew 1 interview and won't get another that I really want because of sexism. Sexism? In the sports world? SHOCKING. Really though, it's immensely frustrating to be potentially perfect for a position and then hear how that doesn't matter at all since you, ya know, have a vagina instead of a penis. So all you guys out there...enjoy your penises. Apparently they's some useful fuckers.
Also, a cut on my thumb got infected and it's wreaking some serious havoc on my ability to type class notes (I'm hitting 300 pages on those...I'm impressed and disgusted all at once).
Not to get all meta on you, but Ben started The Gig List this week, and I like the idea very much mucho.
Everyone should know about my affinity for Planet Unicorn (Heyyyyyy!!!) by now. Or at least of its existence. If not, make sure you head here, and here, and waste a few minutes basking in its awesomeness (or awfulness, depending on whether or not you have a soul). Arguably the best part of Planet Unicorn is the theme song. If you agree, watch this:
And now try and tell me you don't love me. Like me? Think I'm neat? Ah, fuck you...I was just gonna end up wishing death on you after you never called for a 2nd date anyway. (That was a joke, people, I am lovely.)
Anyway, if you don't love the planet FULL of unicorns...maybe this? Is more up your alley? Just randomly found it while searching for something else and (shamefully) enjoyed it.
If you blame yourself for my secret affinity for this man, then you are rightfully doing so. Try sleeping with THAT on your conscience.
Found a minute during an ALL-DAY class to throw a half-assed post on GOY. (Hee...I just noticed that...get it? Giggin' On Ya = GOY? Like how I only like the non-Jews...no? Not funny? Ummmmmm nevermind then.)
Apparently this whole "studying for the bar" thing takes up a lot of your time. Who knew? It has severely cut into my blogging and drinking. Not necessarily in that order.
Seriously, I think John Pieper is going to start showing up in my dreams soon. *Those* kinds of dreams too, if I don't get any bootay sometime in the near future. Sad state of affairs my life is in right now.
Just wanted to drop in and say "heyyyyy". I'm still alive. The Nets didn't kill me, although given a few more games, they very well could have.
So I'm giving y'all a couple videos to have some fun with.
First off, I was at the gym the other day and the Gold's Gym Music Channel or whatever the fuck was on the tv in front of me. Oddly enough, they played a Muse video, which was kind of weird. But that's neither here nor there. Anyway, this is more GGMC fodder:
Did you catch what I caught? No, not the kid from "The Wire." That's right, that sweet sweet replica Kenny Anderson jersey. I HAVE ONE OF THOSE! I think that means I have street cred. Who knew? (Note: I did. I've maintained for years that I'm ghetto fab.) Also, I'm not entirely certain, but I think that's Stephen Jackson chillin out behind Busta. I could just be hoping though.
Second video speaks for itself.
So. Fucking. Awesome.
And ahhhh... I've expressed my love for TBJ before. Well today's podcast is a 30 minute doozy. Yes, I said "doozy." And, they even let my silly and insignificant (but FINE) ass have a say. So...NBA Finals predictions there. And much thanks and love to Skeets for giving me the opportunity to participate.
Back to shareholder derivative actions for this girl.