B R A I N - D R A I N
I believe two of the BESTEST commercials airing on my local TV today are the following:
a.) Brawny Papertowels: Mehehehe. Oh how the cheeseball factor of these make me want to giggle. Directed towards a female, stay at home audience, this commercial touches upon the fantasies imagined by those who read novels with Fabio as the coverart. Picture - Handsome man with strong arms slowing cleans up a spill on the counter as he looks up into the camera and gives a coy smile. Oh, you naughty marketers, you.
b.) Burger King Breakfast: Oh my. The one where the guy opens his window blinds, notices the Burger King in the distance, then turns around to have him RIGHT THERE at the window sill... Amazing. Am I the only one slightly disturbed by Burger King's new marketing? I hope it doesn't end... evah.
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I find myself feeling more sick and exhausted as it gets closer to the end of school. I'm tired and ready for summer. And fresh air would be nice. Yeah. It would.
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I cried when I thought of having only SDSU as a choice for college. Cried. I suppose I honestly would not like staying in San Diego. Though, don't get me wrong, San Diego is a wonderful city (despite what the latest Time article says about our mayor). I just fear never living farther than its city limits.
On a related note, I would cry tears of JOY if NYU accepted me. The college seems superb. And New York life? That's the life for me. I <3 you NYU. Though I hope I don't jinx it. I remember watching this documentary on a kid who was totally set on going to Notre Dame; he even had a fighting Irish tattoo put on his arm. He wasn't accepted. I giggled at his foolishness, but now I hope I don't encounter the same misfortune. Granted I can't imagine myself ever getting a tattoo of my favorite college... maybe a star, but not a college.
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I do now seriously think Felipe may be dying. He spends all his time staying close to the gravel at the bottom of the tank like an old man sitting on a park bench, only minus a swarm of pigeons to toss seed at. I wonder if he knows I'm just waiting for him to die and is really just playing? Silly fish. I'm sorry your life as been so horrid. You must admit that this gallon sized tank with a cute Spongebob Squarepants figurine and some plastic foliage is much better than the plastic cup I bought you in. Right?
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Jesus Christ Superstar is such a wonderfully cheesetastic play with awesomely bad music that I can't help but absolutely L O V E it.
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Why do I stay quiet when people discuss me and my future? Would it be beneficial to speak up and say how I feel, or should I just continue to observe their opinions of me in silence?
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Julie is still confusing me a tad about the Spanish skit. Why set it in Brazil? One, it is not a Spanish speaking country; two, we haven't even studied it because of what I noted in point number one. I say we set it in Argentina, do a bit on the Tango, cut to Raul and the sports, then show the clip of the Brazil vs. Argentina soccer game with the ball eating seal on the field. We can then interview the fans and the goalie who had to react to the seal being kicked in his direction. And end con el lobo marino come un chico. Mehehehe.
a.) Brawny Papertowels: Mehehehe. Oh how the cheeseball factor of these make me want to giggle. Directed towards a female, stay at home audience, this commercial touches upon the fantasies imagined by those who read novels with Fabio as the coverart. Picture - Handsome man with strong arms slowing cleans up a spill on the counter as he looks up into the camera and gives a coy smile. Oh, you naughty marketers, you.
b.) Burger King Breakfast: Oh my. The one where the guy opens his window blinds, notices the Burger King in the distance, then turns around to have him RIGHT THERE at the window sill... Amazing. Am I the only one slightly disturbed by Burger King's new marketing? I hope it doesn't end... evah.
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I find myself feeling more sick and exhausted as it gets closer to the end of school. I'm tired and ready for summer. And fresh air would be nice. Yeah. It would.
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I cried when I thought of having only SDSU as a choice for college. Cried. I suppose I honestly would not like staying in San Diego. Though, don't get me wrong, San Diego is a wonderful city (despite what the latest Time article says about our mayor). I just fear never living farther than its city limits.
On a related note, I would cry tears of JOY if NYU accepted me. The college seems superb. And New York life? That's the life for me. I <3 you NYU. Though I hope I don't jinx it. I remember watching this documentary on a kid who was totally set on going to Notre Dame; he even had a fighting Irish tattoo put on his arm. He wasn't accepted. I giggled at his foolishness, but now I hope I don't encounter the same misfortune. Granted I can't imagine myself ever getting a tattoo of my favorite college... maybe a star, but not a college.
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I do now seriously think Felipe may be dying. He spends all his time staying close to the gravel at the bottom of the tank like an old man sitting on a park bench, only minus a swarm of pigeons to toss seed at. I wonder if he knows I'm just waiting for him to die and is really just playing? Silly fish. I'm sorry your life as been so horrid. You must admit that this gallon sized tank with a cute Spongebob Squarepants figurine and some plastic foliage is much better than the plastic cup I bought you in. Right?
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Jesus Christ Superstar is such a wonderfully cheesetastic play with awesomely bad music that I can't help but absolutely L O V E it.
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Why do I stay quiet when people discuss me and my future? Would it be beneficial to speak up and say how I feel, or should I just continue to observe their opinions of me in silence?
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Julie is still confusing me a tad about the Spanish skit. Why set it in Brazil? One, it is not a Spanish speaking country; two, we haven't even studied it because of what I noted in point number one. I say we set it in Argentina, do a bit on the Tango, cut to Raul and the sports, then show the clip of the Brazil vs. Argentina soccer game with the ball eating seal on the field. We can then interview the fans and the goalie who had to react to the seal being kicked in his direction. And end con el lobo marino come un chico. Mehehehe.