Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Hines Ward has only one ACL
That is here, as well as other things you never knew about the Hines in Heinz.
The other day in class, someone passed me a note. This has not happened to me since probably middle school (people's verbal communication skills have skyrocketed since then), so you can imagine my suprise when the girl sitting across the corner from me nonchalantly flips me a scrap of paper. Now, this class is with a relatively unassessed professor so I am forced to play it safe and not read it as coolly as it was flung at me. This is not helped by the professor sitting at the open end of the U of tables and me sitting at the lower-left corner, directly across from her. So I wait. Of course while I wait, I zone out of class and begin to wonder what the note says. I decide that the note says either: "You are so Jewish and football-loving and have not shaven for almost a week, will you marry me?" or "There is a gigantic booger sticking out of your nose, do everyone a favor and get rid of it." The population of the area where the note originated was four females and one male so I can safely say each option is just as likely as the other. Finally (the professor has her nose in the book), I open the note, and it says, "I like your bookmark." I look down at my bookmark and Gollum glares back up at me. After class I verify the source of the note, and she and I discuss it briefly before going our separate ways. But wait, there is more. The next day, another, different girl yells across the not-yet-started class "hey nice bookmark!" I sheepishly thank her and wonder why it took people more than a year to notice my bookmarks, which have clearly been awesome since I received them in the mail (shoutout to the source of said bookmarks).
I recently visited a friend who was afflicted with pinkeye. Now, I, like everyone else had a good time calling everyone and their mom (they all had pinkeye) "pinky" at camp. However on this occasion my Spider-Sense told me this was in poor taste (note that at camp, almost nothing is in poor taste). I settled for not touching anything in the suite, which I miserably failed to do. What I did do was seriously consider getting my own little biosphere so I could exist without fear of any of the infinite communicable diseases of the world.
I went to a frum party and a not-frum party on Friday night. There were two people, including myself, that were at both. Can you say dichotomy?
The Piston are so good and the Lakers are so bad. This led to the Pistons making the Lakers look like the JV team in high school. The highlight of the game was when Chauncy Billups was cut on the chin and bled on his jersey. NBA rules require a change in jersey, and Billups wanted to stay on the floor. Therefore, he did a quick jersey swap in front of the scorer's table. The instant the bloody jersey came off, The Palace exploded with screams, whistles and general pandemonium.
On the topic of noise, I may have already enlightened some of you about the method of trash collecting at my university. They use backhoes. Backhoes have large engines that can be heard in excess of a mile away. Also, the roads in the quad are too large for these behemoths to turn around, so they throw it in reverse, turning on that beeping noise which, by law, must be heard over the sound of the backhoe herself (Don't get fussed ladies, backhoes are 'she's, I looked it up. Bulldozers and cranes are male.). Oh, and they begin taking out the trash at precisely 7:10 AM. The only way to not be woken up by the miniature aural war is to already be awake and doing homework.
Notes: I read a Dave Barry book written in 1982, so aside from not getting the political jokes, that is why I am subconciously writing like him.
I GOT MY SPRING BREAK TICKETS.
The other day in class, someone passed me a note. This has not happened to me since probably middle school (people's verbal communication skills have skyrocketed since then), so you can imagine my suprise when the girl sitting across the corner from me nonchalantly flips me a scrap of paper. Now, this class is with a relatively unassessed professor so I am forced to play it safe and not read it as coolly as it was flung at me. This is not helped by the professor sitting at the open end of the U of tables and me sitting at the lower-left corner, directly across from her. So I wait. Of course while I wait, I zone out of class and begin to wonder what the note says. I decide that the note says either: "You are so Jewish and football-loving and have not shaven for almost a week, will you marry me?" or "There is a gigantic booger sticking out of your nose, do everyone a favor and get rid of it." The population of the area where the note originated was four females and one male so I can safely say each option is just as likely as the other. Finally (the professor has her nose in the book), I open the note, and it says, "I like your bookmark." I look down at my bookmark and Gollum glares back up at me. After class I verify the source of the note, and she and I discuss it briefly before going our separate ways. But wait, there is more. The next day, another, different girl yells across the not-yet-started class "hey nice bookmark!" I sheepishly thank her and wonder why it took people more than a year to notice my bookmarks, which have clearly been awesome since I received them in the mail (shoutout to the source of said bookmarks).
I recently visited a friend who was afflicted with pinkeye. Now, I, like everyone else had a good time calling everyone and their mom (they all had pinkeye) "pinky" at camp. However on this occasion my Spider-Sense told me this was in poor taste (note that at camp, almost nothing is in poor taste). I settled for not touching anything in the suite, which I miserably failed to do. What I did do was seriously consider getting my own little biosphere so I could exist without fear of any of the infinite communicable diseases of the world.
I went to a frum party and a not-frum party on Friday night. There were two people, including myself, that were at both. Can you say dichotomy?
The Piston are so good and the Lakers are so bad. This led to the Pistons making the Lakers look like the JV team in high school. The highlight of the game was when Chauncy Billups was cut on the chin and bled on his jersey. NBA rules require a change in jersey, and Billups wanted to stay on the floor. Therefore, he did a quick jersey swap in front of the scorer's table. The instant the bloody jersey came off, The Palace exploded with screams, whistles and general pandemonium.
On the topic of noise, I may have already enlightened some of you about the method of trash collecting at my university. They use backhoes. Backhoes have large engines that can be heard in excess of a mile away. Also, the roads in the quad are too large for these behemoths to turn around, so they throw it in reverse, turning on that beeping noise which, by law, must be heard over the sound of the backhoe herself (Don't get fussed ladies, backhoes are 'she's, I looked it up. Bulldozers and cranes are male.). Oh, and they begin taking out the trash at precisely 7:10 AM. The only way to not be woken up by the miniature aural war is to already be awake and doing homework.
Notes: I read a Dave Barry book written in 1982, so aside from not getting the political jokes, that is why I am subconciously writing like him.
I GOT MY SPRING BREAK TICKETS.
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