On a Happier Note...

Swim Team starts up in two weeks. Which, while it may not seem like a big deal to most of you, is kind of a big thing for me. Because swimming is awesomeness. Or something like that. But Michael Phelps unfortunately moved himself into the FAIL category this week.

I just don't understand why someone like him has to go and do something like that. I mean, after all those medals, does he really need drugs to be happy? The guy has seriously disappointed me. Actually, he has irrevocably disappointed me.

But this was supposed to be a happier post, so... moving on.

In other news, I also received a comment. My first, I should add. It was a spam comment written in, I think, Japanese. I wouldn't know, though. I only speak English, Latin, and a spattering of Spanish. Also some Elvish. I wouldn't admit that if I wasn't doing this anonymously.

Anyway, I received my first comment with much joy, even though I deleted it in all of its spamminess. And... spell check just toppled over dead. 'Spamminess' sent it into cardiac arrest, regrettably.

Lastly, have you any Dr. Pepper? I thought not. Please inform me if you happen to acquire any, because I'm going to need both yours AND mine. I've gotten tot he point where I purposefully withhold my Dr-Pepper-owning-status from friends, shoving cans of nasty Coca-Cola in their faces with an encouraging and creepy leer and insisting that Coke is in all ways wonderful and great.

Now if you will excuse me, I need to go stop my younger sister from pirating a Dr. Pepper from the refrigerator.

Urgh - Episode II

Sometimes life just sucks. Seriously. Like when your best friend moves away to some place in the middle of the Northwest wilderness and is unable to contact in any way other than via text. And texting 'G2g, ttly' is not my idea of communicating with a friend. Especially one like A, the friend I lost - obviously not his name, just a clever dorky abbreviation - who was totally awesome in nearly every way. Except that he liked Eragon. And everyone knows that Eragon sucks.



Blech.


Anyway, A was pretty awesome. In fact, he was ridiculously awesome. And texting in place of our dramatic and lengthy conversations... just doesn't cut it. Not really.

Anyhow, I went and saw Slumdog Millionaire tonight with a couple of people, and dang - it was awesome. In my opinion it is the only film deserving to be on this year's pathetic list of Best Picture Nominees. I'll be rooting for it.

But it is late in this land of woe where I reside, so I will check off for the evening. G'night.

Urgh. Or some word like it.

Anyone else out there who cared more about the new episode of the Office than they did the Super Bowl? Or is that a horrible crime that I should be repeatedly clubbed with a large stick for? (Also: bricks.)

I dunno. I just don't really care about football. At all. And, since I am a girl, I know that should not be counted as the announcement of the century, but I do enjoy baseball to the extent of rabid obsession, and I do competitive swimming, so it isn't as if I am just a girly girl - I definitely am not. And dang, that sentence went on a really long time. Whoops.

Plus, I don't really get the obsession over the ads. I mean, sure, there are some good ones thrown in there, but so what? OK, I admit I laughed at the Hulu ad, but other than that it is just a bit meh - don't we spend most of the time trying to avoid commercials? I mean, TiVo anyone?

But maybe I am alone on this, and if so, then fine. But still, you cannot deny the awesomeness of the Office, unless you are a bitter opinionated fan of the UK version who cannot accept both to be great shows.




Need I say more?