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Tasers, Basil. TASERS.
Thursday, February 3rd, 2011 10:15 pmI came home and crashed on the couch for three hours. It was glorious. However, I missed a bazillion phonecalls, mostly from my old tutoring student who is kinda creepy. Like, I was kinda relieved that the semester ended and we didn't have to get together for our weekly sessions anymore because I was this close to going to the department and saying, "Yeah. This needs to stop. Because he's really creepy."
In half an hour, he called eleven times. No messages. It's like trying to break up with Stalker Boyfriend #2 all over again.
So now I'm baking a cake for tomorrow's Super Bowl Potluck at the office tomorrow. I don't own any Steelers gear because being in the marching band for four years in high school made me apathetic towards football as a sport and as far as the Steelers go, Ben Roethlisberger is a serial rapist and even the die-hard Steeler fans I know hate his guts. I do think Troy Polamalu is an adorable human being though.
But for the most part, I just don't particularly care. The tiny area of my heart dedicated to love of sport belongs to hockey. I have been known to schedule my life around Stanley Cup Playoffs. Football? Not so much. I'm going to watch the Super Bowl alone on my sofa with a bowl of popcorn and I'll pay more attention to the commercials. At least when I watched the game in college, there were shenanigans, and we totally rioted in the streets the last time the Steelers won. There were tasers! Tasers!
The tasers came later, after someone dragged a couch up from frat row and tried to light it up. I couldn't find a video of that part. I'm totally somewhere across the street from where this video was shot though. Arlo, Rooney, Chrissy, and I tried to scale a traffic light. It was glorious. I'd totally be heading up to IUP if I didn't have to work Monday morning.
Stupid grown-up job.
Then again, I'm pretty sure that half the office will be hungover anyway, so...we'll see.
Anyway. Yeah. I made a butterscotch banana cake. I was going to make cupcakes, but transporting them sounded like a potential disaster in the making. The only tupperware I have that would accommodate two-dozen cupcakes is currently holding dinner for the weekend. In an effort to save monies, I'm going back to my college diet of rice and spinach forever. I can get a bag of rice and two bags of spinach for like, ten bucks, and feed myself for a week.
Heh.
Thank Chuck it's Friday. This has been the longest week of my life.
In half an hour, he called eleven times. No messages. It's like trying to break up with Stalker Boyfriend #2 all over again.
So now I'm baking a cake for tomorrow's Super Bowl Potluck at the office tomorrow. I don't own any Steelers gear because being in the marching band for four years in high school made me apathetic towards football as a sport and as far as the Steelers go, Ben Roethlisberger is a serial rapist and even the die-hard Steeler fans I know hate his guts. I do think Troy Polamalu is an adorable human being though.
But for the most part, I just don't particularly care. The tiny area of my heart dedicated to love of sport belongs to hockey. I have been known to schedule my life around Stanley Cup Playoffs. Football? Not so much. I'm going to watch the Super Bowl alone on my sofa with a bowl of popcorn and I'll pay more attention to the commercials. At least when I watched the game in college, there were shenanigans, and we totally rioted in the streets the last time the Steelers won. There were tasers! Tasers!
The tasers came later, after someone dragged a couch up from frat row and tried to light it up. I couldn't find a video of that part. I'm totally somewhere across the street from where this video was shot though. Arlo, Rooney, Chrissy, and I tried to scale a traffic light. It was glorious. I'd totally be heading up to IUP if I didn't have to work Monday morning.
Stupid grown-up job.
Then again, I'm pretty sure that half the office will be hungover anyway, so...we'll see.
Anyway. Yeah. I made a butterscotch banana cake. I was going to make cupcakes, but transporting them sounded like a potential disaster in the making. The only tupperware I have that would accommodate two-dozen cupcakes is currently holding dinner for the weekend. In an effort to save monies, I'm going back to my college diet of rice and spinach forever. I can get a bag of rice and two bags of spinach for like, ten bucks, and feed myself for a week.
Heh.
Thank Chuck it's Friday. This has been the longest week of my life.
