knowing when to lose

Seriously, I'm no football fan (I have only recently been forced to understand the game a little more because people like my amazing TV and watch games in HD here; also because I watch Friday Night Lights and want to marry Matt Saracen, in spite of the slightly pedophilic implications of this), but the Colts should not have won. Simply because who cares about Indiana--who is even from there? I think I know one person from there, and I don't even remember who that person is, so it doesn't even count!

When you're the team for a state that no one cares about (and is Republican for that matter), you should just lose. On principal.

favorite headline of the day

For all my ranting, sometimes I truly love CNN.com for being able to come up with headlines like:

Phone in her throat, boyfriend may get cell time

Such wit, such ingenious punning!

The best part of the story is the part where the guy says that he didn't do it, that she tried to swallow her phone to stop him from seeing who she was talking to. Totally plausible. It occurs to me to try to swallow my phone all the time. In fact, I'm going to go try to do that right now.

friday night visits

What I love best about Friday Night Lights is that no one has heard of a phone, email, IM, or facebook. If Jason Street has to talk to Coach, he shows up at his door at 11 pm. No one thinks it's creepy--there is no other way to interact in this universe!

Of course, the practical explanation is that non-face-to-face interactions make for shitty TV.

I guess what's even funnier than Friday Night Lights having only face-to-face interactions is that in real life, the face-to-face interaction is becoming practically non-existent.

de ja vu

When we walked into the hotel ballroom, Justin Timberlake was playing in the background as hundreds of students dressed up in their finest (dresses and suits and all) milled around, dancing and talking. Meanwhile a slideshow of pictures from our first year and half was projected against a wall behind us.

Wait, I swear, I have been here before.

brink of explosion

I just ate so much that my stomach may actually explode. EXPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOODE.

darts master

I am soooooo good at darts. Don't even try to challenge me. For I am the master.

negative twelve

Apparently, right now, it feels like -12 degrees with windchill. I will not be experiencing this, because I do not plan to move from my place on this couch, under this blanket, until winter is over. See you in the spring.

hahaha

Last night, for the first time, I watched a football game sort of knowing what was happening (and yes, it was very sad that the Patriots/white team lost), and I, along with probably everyone else watching, wanted to punch Reche Crackhead-Eyes Caldwell for being a complete loser. But then I learned just now that not only did he drop the ball twice but that his only job is to catch the ball.

HAHAHAHA.

I'm sure this is not amusing at all to you football folk.

the sexiest "yes" ever

From tonight's "The Office":

Karen: Do you still have feelings for her?

Jim: [pause] Yes.

GOD JIM WHY ARE YOU SOOOOO HOT

resolutions 2007

In 2007, I will:
- exercise more
- procrastinate less
- go to more classes
- do some reading, and not just two days before the final
- eat healthier, and not following a diet
- cook more
- be more forgiving
- clean house more
- show my appreciation for my friends through actions, not just through words or simply by virtue of existing
- let things go

I will NOT:
- complain so much
- try to learn an entire legal subject in three days
- compare myself to people
- obsess about stupid things
- be so sensitive or judgmental
- eat any of my roommates' food, especially if 1) it is in a to-go box or 2) it is wrapped in pink saran wrap
- lose temper so often with parents and sister
- waste time online
- lose memories from the night before, because I will also not
- drink so much