Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Hell, thy name is poor time management.


Guston gets it.
Originally uploaded by swarthbore.
If only there was some way I could convey a screaming hissy fit in blog form.

There is absolutely no reason in hell that I should be up this goddamn late writing a paper (5am and counting). Unfortunately the rest of the week promises to be one all-nighter after another, so tomorrow may be just the right time to re-stock the ibuprofin and diet coke supplies.

Who am I kidding...Mountain Dew. This will be a Mountain Dew week. I need all the buzz I can get - plus that tangy flavor adds an extra masochistic element to the experience. I want to feel as nauseous as possible when I'm forgoing sleep to write sub-par essays.

Oh well, I feel as if to justify the bitching I should post at least ONE amusing thing. Someone recently drew my attention to the fact that it was possible to bid on ebay for the right to name the Fleet Center for a day. Unfortunately, the winner of said auction happened to be a Yankees fan who wanted to name it "the Derek Jeter Center."

The final outcome of this unpleasant situation?

Derek Jeter's name, according to the city of Boston, is officially "vulgar" and "obscene." Damn right.

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