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I Should Be Out

February 27, 2004 ... 10:04 p.m.

Ernie: “See, Eibisch, the thing is I just don’t care”

Survivor. Rich! Rich? Rich.

The man BIT A SHARK, people! A shark!

Oh, well. At least it wasn’t Colby or Ethan. Or Boston Rob (even though his moustache makes him look sleazy and the Amber thing? whatever.). I find them all rather aesthetically pleasing, but I miss Cesternino.

And my sister? Remember how she “bumped” into The Fella. Still in shock, thank you for asking.

And remember the 20-year-old hottie? My sister “bumped” into him at a gas station today. And he bought her a pop.

Okay. So, yeah. In 2003, the fates cursed me. And now they’re trying to drive me mad with their incessant toying.

Fates. Hate them.

Yes, he’s 20 and frighteningly young, but it’s not really about him. It’s the principle. First The Fella, then the juniors section hottie (henceforth, he shall be called “Junior”) ... who’s next? Huh? Because I swear, the SECOND she brings Jade Puget home, I will keel over dead. Dead, I tell you! DEAD!

I will be in Iowa City Saturday watching the Hawkeyes kick the ever loving snot out of those ~~Minnesota Golden Gophers~~ yellow rodents from the North. I hate UMinnesota with a passion. Partially stemming from an incident in which our former coach complained about the rough play looking more like football rather than basketball. So UM’s former coach, clever guy, came out to his press conference with his assistants dressed in football pads. Oh, will the hilarity never cease?

Yes, actually. It did. I really hate people who can dish it out, but can’t take it.

I most certainly will NOT let it go.

Anyway, I just bought the tickets and they’re fairly good seats. And, for that, I must thank Captain Gel.

Yes, Captain Gel, thank you. You have sucked so long and so badly that Carver doesn’t even fill anymore. I appreciate how far down you’ve run my team. So much so that the Illini fans at Wednesday’s game outnumbered our student section.

Way to go! Cheers!

Yes, I am being quite sarcastic. But seriously? Being able to buy decent tickets at a discounted price to an in-season home game border war? It’s like ... like ... like buying front row tickets to Britney two days before the show at $50 a pop.

Home alone on a Friday night. Again. But I’m okay with that. Really. I’m pretty boring, I guess, Which is okay because I own it. That and my dorkiness. Gah, if I’m not a walking advertisement for potential relationships, I don’t know what is.

I rented Runaway Jury today. I liked it, even though I’m not much of a Grisham fan--he’s too hypocritical for my taste. But I feel like it was $2 well spent.

Boring, dorky AND cheap! w00t! What more could you ask for?

Currently Reading: Ship Of Gold In The Deep Blue Sea by Gary Kinder

Listening To: downloads
...And all the miles that separate disappear now when I'm dreamin' of your face...

Have a happy day!

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