Hello my dear cyber-friends! I offer my profuse apologies to you all for my extended absence. In the past couple of weeks I have been finishing up my first semester here at GT and enjoying my first week of winter break. Finals were crazy and led all the way up to the Friday before Christmas. Now that's just unfair.
Now, I wish to speak to you all about a sorrow that is close to my heart. Football season is almost over. These words are difficult for me to even utter out loud but I understand that if I don't start preparing for it I will be a complete mess when the Superbowl comes and goes. Why does football season have to end? And don't try to assure with lame substitutions like arena football. Arena football is a crock! Ok, I think I just needed to get that out, thanks for listening.
Alrighty, so I will try to be better about updating the ole blog. Soon to come are some pics that I took when I showed my mom around DC.
Happy New Year to all!
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Funniest Thing Ever
A friend of mine recently brought this to my attention. It is possibly the funniest thing I have ever seen.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Watch Out, They Spit!
Caution: Admittedly, this is neither an interesting or funny post. Sometimes I just like to ramble about nothing to feel relevant and powerful.
I am not a fast walker. I understand that fact, and I apologize for those of you marathon walkers that have to slow your pace in order to not leave me in the dust. Having said that, it absolutely drives me crazy when a group of people span the width of the sidewalk walking at a snails pace. (Thanks again Samson for the reference to that wonderful cite: snails travel at a max speed of .03 mph.) Last night, I encountered such a situation.
I was leaving Starbucks after putting in some study time and had just commenced my 6 block walk back to school where my car was parked. It was about 10 degrees below butt f-ing cold, so I was trucking it back to school. Several paces ahead of me (and closing quickly) was a group of early 20-ish people. They were walking side by side and I could almost hear them saying "Red Rover, Red Rover, send T-Money on over." Clearly, these youths were hopped up on dope or barbiturates or something of the like because they were meandering through the streets like it was a nice summer day. Evidently, they were impervious to the cold.
I decided to try to move around them, keep in mind I had my rolly bag with me, so I was not as mobile as one would like in such a situation. I picked up some speed and went to pass the big guy on the outside. Looking back, this was probably not the best idea as he was walking somewhat erratically. Just as I was about to pass him, he hocked a loogy. (As an aside, let me just ask, why is spitting necessary? Girls rarely spit, why do guys find it necessary to spit. Do they produce more saliva than women? I'm just not sure.)
I think Spitter saw me out of the corner of his eye the second is saliva wad left his mouth. Just as I saw it. But it was really too late for either of us to stop. I heard him exclaim, "whoa, whoa, whoa," as I was just about past him, it was just too late. Fortunately, I do believe that most (or at least a fair amount) of the saliva landed on the ground. However, this man was no expert and the loogy hit the ground like buckshot, giving me little hope that I didn't end up with some on the front of me.
So, there's, my story. Thanks for listening!
I am not a fast walker. I understand that fact, and I apologize for those of you marathon walkers that have to slow your pace in order to not leave me in the dust. Having said that, it absolutely drives me crazy when a group of people span the width of the sidewalk walking at a snails pace. (Thanks again Samson for the reference to that wonderful cite: snails travel at a max speed of .03 mph.) Last night, I encountered such a situation.
I was leaving Starbucks after putting in some study time and had just commenced my 6 block walk back to school where my car was parked. It was about 10 degrees below butt f-ing cold, so I was trucking it back to school. Several paces ahead of me (and closing quickly) was a group of early 20-ish people. They were walking side by side and I could almost hear them saying "Red Rover, Red Rover, send T-Money on over." Clearly, these youths were hopped up on dope or barbiturates or something of the like because they were meandering through the streets like it was a nice summer day. Evidently, they were impervious to the cold.
I decided to try to move around them, keep in mind I had my rolly bag with me, so I was not as mobile as one would like in such a situation. I picked up some speed and went to pass the big guy on the outside. Looking back, this was probably not the best idea as he was walking somewhat erratically. Just as I was about to pass him, he hocked a loogy. (As an aside, let me just ask, why is spitting necessary? Girls rarely spit, why do guys find it necessary to spit. Do they produce more saliva than women? I'm just not sure.)
I think Spitter saw me out of the corner of his eye the second is saliva wad left his mouth. Just as I saw it. But it was really too late for either of us to stop. I heard him exclaim, "whoa, whoa, whoa," as I was just about past him, it was just too late. Fortunately, I do believe that most (or at least a fair amount) of the saliva landed on the ground. However, this man was no expert and the loogy hit the ground like buckshot, giving me little hope that I didn't end up with some on the front of me.
So, there's, my story. Thanks for listening!
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