I ate a big red candle.
First things first. Anchorman is quite possibly the funniest movie in years. If you have not seen it yet, you are a miserable excuse for a human.
Going back to my post on old people in my classes the other day, my situation just got worse. My English class now has a NEW old dude. He is quite possibly worse than the first. He talks just as much, but is at least 10000x more of an idiot. This is quite an achievement considering how dumb the first guy is. He cannot grasp the difference between protagonist and antagonist. WHAT THE FUCK?! This shit is learned in elementary school, how the FUCK can you not get it after an hour of discussion? He also has an egregiously annoying trailer park accent, and clothes to match. I realise that last comment was superficial, but I go to Tulane; what the hell do you expect?
Acting was more of the same kindergarten games again today. Best class ever. I'm going to get an A for playing bouncy ball. Best part? That's right, it counts as an upper-level elective. Suck this, Tulane!
My laptop battery is still fucked up. My warranty is still good, but I am too lazy to call Dell Customer Service and sit on hold for 30 minutes.
All-Star Home Run Derby is tonight, kick fucking ass. This event is so meaningless, and yet entertaining at the same time. My boy Hank Blalock is going to represent for the MIGHTY Texas Rangers who, by the way, are sitting atop the ultra competitive AL West.
If you read this, and play online poker ever, peep this. Sign up for the College Poker Championship 2005 (free) by Wednesday, and you can compete in an Early Bird freeroll this weekend with a $500 pool. All the info is here: College Poker Championship 2005
Since I am a huge dork, I spent some time today calculating law school admissions indexes for myself at a number of schools. Come to find out, at every school I'm interested in (that publishes their index, notable exclusions include Gtown, Chicago, UPenn), I either beat, or am tied with the index correlating to their 75th percentile GPA and LSAT. This means at the schools I beat it, I am an extremely probable admit, and the ones I tied (notably Duke and Northwestern) I have a very good chance. I am psyched, it's looking good for my law school prospects.
The reading for my english class has basically put my other reading on hold, which sucks but oh well.
Star Search just came on GSN, and I noticed something funny about it. The little boys on this show tend to sing girl's R&B songs, I guess because their voices havent changed yet. The funny thing is that they don't change any words, so a lot of it is kind of inapropriate for a boy to be singing. These kids are going to turn gay, mark my words.
Was that last thing insensitive? If you think so, I probably hate you.
You stay classy, San Diego.
Going back to my post on old people in my classes the other day, my situation just got worse. My English class now has a NEW old dude. He is quite possibly worse than the first. He talks just as much, but is at least 10000x more of an idiot. This is quite an achievement considering how dumb the first guy is. He cannot grasp the difference between protagonist and antagonist. WHAT THE FUCK?! This shit is learned in elementary school, how the FUCK can you not get it after an hour of discussion? He also has an egregiously annoying trailer park accent, and clothes to match. I realise that last comment was superficial, but I go to Tulane; what the hell do you expect?
Acting was more of the same kindergarten games again today. Best class ever. I'm going to get an A for playing bouncy ball. Best part? That's right, it counts as an upper-level elective. Suck this, Tulane!
My laptop battery is still fucked up. My warranty is still good, but I am too lazy to call Dell Customer Service and sit on hold for 30 minutes.
All-Star Home Run Derby is tonight, kick fucking ass. This event is so meaningless, and yet entertaining at the same time. My boy Hank Blalock is going to represent for the MIGHTY Texas Rangers who, by the way, are sitting atop the ultra competitive AL West.
If you read this, and play online poker ever, peep this. Sign up for the College Poker Championship 2005 (free) by Wednesday, and you can compete in an Early Bird freeroll this weekend with a $500 pool. All the info is here: College Poker Championship 2005
Since I am a huge dork, I spent some time today calculating law school admissions indexes for myself at a number of schools. Come to find out, at every school I'm interested in (that publishes their index, notable exclusions include Gtown, Chicago, UPenn), I either beat, or am tied with the index correlating to their 75th percentile GPA and LSAT. This means at the schools I beat it, I am an extremely probable admit, and the ones I tied (notably Duke and Northwestern) I have a very good chance. I am psyched, it's looking good for my law school prospects.
The reading for my english class has basically put my other reading on hold, which sucks but oh well.
Star Search just came on GSN, and I noticed something funny about it. The little boys on this show tend to sing girl's R&B songs, I guess because their voices havent changed yet. The funny thing is that they don't change any words, so a lot of it is kind of inapropriate for a boy to be singing. These kids are going to turn gay, mark my words.
Was that last thing insensitive? If you think so, I probably hate you.
You stay classy, San Diego.
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This is Bowes. The home run derby is really stupid and inconsequential, but I still watch it every year anyway. Three years ago, the HRD produced one the hardest moments in recent memory of sports. Sammy Sosa was fighting for a place in the finals and in a real groove. He only had about three outs and had knocked out a few in a row. So he only needed two more to guarantee a spot in the finals, and Joe Morgan is talking about whether or not he'll keep going or save his energy for the finals. So you think the hard thing to do would be to hit about fifteen home runs in this round just to be cool, right? Even though you don't really have to. No. Sosa, on the home run that puts him into the finals, drops the bat instantly after he hits and walks off really fast with his head down, not even watching the ball go over the fence. He walked straight into the locker room without even looking up. I can't articulate just how cool this was. He ended up eventually losing the contest, but this was badass enough for that to not matter. There was one of those random ESPN replays about a year later, and I made my roommate sit through the whole contest just to see that moment. I wish I had it on video; I'd send it to you.
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