Speaking of happening again, South Carolina just fumbled. Without all the penalties on Florida (some bogus, some iffy and some well deserved) that game would have been really ugly.
You guys! You're doing it all wrong! You're supposed to post pictures of naked girls listening to music, THEN guess what music they're listening to. ...uh...what was I supposed to be doing?
Didn't she just have a kid? That would do it... Last night my sister came over to hang out and brought a cute friend who she anticipated me getting along with well. We did and she's super cool, but nope she ended up hooking up with my roommate who's game consisted of drunkenly telling stories about being super fratty and peeing on his his clothes in college, ruining his roommate's tv watching by sloppily having loud sex with his ex-gf, and other long winded stories that made me cringe. I flagrantly ignored that "don't go to be angry advice". Blah
I come before you contrite and apologetic. It's been brought to my attention that this is a cover of, of all people, a Rhianna song. Still good, though.
I am... what's the word now? Proud. Proud of my Dad. He's the fat guy playing bass here... Maybe a song you know better...
Like dress him up as a skunk. <a class="postlink" href="http://www.timesonline.com/news/police_fire_courts/girl-accidentally-shot-by-relative-at-halloween-party/article_cf5637e7-80ac-5b91-87e2-4e0397b6fbca.html" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.timesonline.com/news/police_ ... 6fbca.html</a> Pepe Le Pew always has it coming.
Spoiler for size and the fact that I wrote this stream of consciousness about anxiety over being a teacher Spoiler I just spent the entire weekend pouring over my teacher work sample. I've been working on it for the last 7 weeks and this weekend I finished up writing the parts that needed to be written. I get to campus today to print it all out (I would have done this earlier, but I had to finish it on the last day of my placement on Friday.) and discover that the school changed the printing system in the middle of the semester. Instead of using the printing card I've been using for the last three years, I had to put money on my student ID card. I go to the cashier's office to put money on the card and discover that it's closed. I made the assumption that the office would be open because the printing system just got changed and there would probably be a lot of people who need money in their account. After discovering that the cashier's office is closed, I went back to the library and tried to log into my school account and see if I can put the money in electronically. For some reason, my user name and password worked just fine when I logged into the computer but I got nothing but error messages when I tried to log into the system that lets me put money on my card. After attempting to log in 10 different times on 3 different computers, I went to the help desk and explained my problem. The girl behind the counter was very nice, but had no idea what to do about my inability to enter the system. She took down my name and number and told me she would put in a ticket for my issue. At this point, I am having an anxiety attack because I have a meeting with my adviser in half and hour and I only have example of student work and some other random crap that I didn't need to print out. I get to the meeting and discover that the teacher work sample isn't due until tomorrow. My adviser lets me print everything out on her computer, but now I have no time to search for the little odds and ends that would make my teacher work sample complete. I care so fucking little about presentation at this point that I just throw everything I have into the binder and hand it over. My adviser takes the binder and sends me on my way, telling me that she will give me a call if anything is overly wrong with the teacher work sample. So I spent seven weeks working on something that I ended up have to throw together at the last minute just so I wouldn't have to think about it again and I end up waiting anxiously for my adviser to call and tell me it's all shit and I fail the semester. Someone please PM me and tell me I'm a total weirdo for worrying so much and everything will be ok.
I am so nervous right now, all I can do is run around and clean things. My mother in law and 13 year old brother in law have landed. El husband has made it very clear that she is not welcome over here but that he is, but then on the phone, BiL mistook what el husband said and told her, "He said we can come over!" No. No SHE can't. I'm off to windex some shit.
I prefer freaking people out over pain. And please do not use the word "bro" when referencing me, thank you. I like playing on one's primal fears. For instance, if your roommate is afraid of golf balls, run him over with a truck loaded with golf balls. Painless. I say this, because in your last post he sounds like a completely grating turd and I honestly don't know why you would live with this guy. Fuck him. Next time he you know he's coming home drunk, put his mattress on the bottom of his bed and flip his box spring on top. Re-make the sheets and let him enjoy that little lie-down.
So I just read this re-imagining of Animal Crossing. Fuck man, just...fuck. Stephen King has nothing on this. And the second ending is even more horrifying.