Sunday, December 17, 2006

They don't serve breakfast in hell, but you get a decent wardrobe.

There's this Bebe commercial, I wonder if you've seen it. It features Mischa Barton. While I have no problem with the commerical itself, I mean it's not a great commercial or anything, but it doesn't bother me. What does bother me is the fact that Mischa seems to be alive in it. This is a problem for me because I thought she was dead. No really, I mean didn't she die in some really anticlimatic car accident back in like May?

The thing is, if Marissa Cooper died didn't Mischa pretty much die with her? Who is Mischa Barton outside of Marissa Cooper? Some vomit girl in the Sixth Sense who, I might point out, was also dead. I mean, Mischa Barton is totally dead right? Give me the evidence that refutes this. Maybe if she would have tried to do anything to distince herself from Marissa. I mean...same hair, same makeup, same useless non-expression expression. Hell she even has the same version of the Marissa Cooper Chanel bag and a Bebe commerical full of prom dresses. I mean really! How are they not the same person?

So I guess what I can get from this commercial is that heaven features a long limo ride to a series of red carpet appearences with numerous clothing changes throughout. Actually scratch that...Marissa Cooper totally went to hell.

Friday, December 15, 2006

Hey, it's a post about me.

On more final examination left on Monday. Tax law...yeah, shut up, you'll get yours.

So I'm going to my parents' on Tuesday and my exam is at 1:30 on Monday (til 4:30). I'm going to try and get all my Christmas shopping done on Monday night. Quite laughing! It's totally possible!

So yeah, I guess that makes me an optimist. Still, there is nothing I love more than some power shopping. It will be the perfect celebration for the end of exams. After two weeks of studying non-stop and 14 hours of exam taking Christmas shopping is child's play. I'll be taking some bitches out! See how I just went all gangsta? Yeah...don't mess with me!

So this post is pretty incoherent.

Sorry, but I'm saving all my coherence for tax law.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

Things I am tired of...

(In no particular order.)

1) The Fray song 'How to Save a Life' If you really know how to save a life then quit singing about it and do it. You are not the Rembrants. You ARE actually a good band, you don't have to ride the coatails of Grey's Anatomy.

2) The RAZR. No explanation really, I'm just sick of it.

3) Memoirs. To be honest it kind of freaks me out that this shit happens to people.

4) Tyra Banks. I am so over Tyra's "I am woman hear me roar" bit. She's worse than Oprah these days.

5) Jessica Simpson. Brit is back honey, we don't need you anymore!

6) Talking about race and sexual preference. Life's too short and the world is too big.

7) Bashing George Bush. It's just gotten too easy people.

8) The color pink.

9) The Real World. Lets face it, nothing new is going to happen on that show. Call me when someone gets shot.

10) Birthdays. Did you know you have to get older every year?

Friday, December 01, 2006

Snow Day

So no class today. That's nice. In honor of the snow day much of the Midwest's students are enjoying, I thought I'd share a story.

I think I've mentioned before that up until high school I lived in a very small town (population 2000 or so). Snow days were a fairly common annual occurrence given that it usually snows a few times a year in the Ozarks and many of the town's students lived in rural areas outside the city limits that became inaccessible by bus during inclimate weather. The final decision as to whether school would be cancelled or not rested with the Superintendent of schools. A man who just happened to live right across the street from my family.

Early one winter morning my brother and I woke up to a white world. We were hoping for a snow day but it was a hard call, only a couple inches of snow. We camped out in front the tv, closings scrolling across the screen, visions of snowball fights instead of Math, English and History dancing in our heads. Still no word. My dad came in the back door chuckling.

"There's not going to be any school today kids," he said with a big grin on his face.

"How do you know," we protested. The TV says...

"I was out getting the paper and I saw the Superintendent checking on the roads. He came out of the house, up the driveway, into the street and promptly slipped and fell flat on his back. There's not going to be any school today."

And there wasn't.