Ain't it funny how the night moves...

[everjaime]

I don't really remember high school too well. Prom, graduation, crushes, classes. It all blurs together, barely a blip in my conscience anymore. But there is one thing I remember. Driving on north on Jog at night, listening to Jimmy Eat World's Bleed American/self-titled album and looking up at the stars while waiting at red lights.

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Wouldn't "that guy" be the asshole who screams, "Freebird"?

[everjaime]

Ergo my referring to the album by both names -- Bleed American and self-titled. It's like when people refer to Zoso as Led Zeppelin IV. Both names are acceptable.

Oh Jim Halpert -- I watched the Casino Night YouTube clip today and it broke my heart (again). As much as I like Rashida Jones, I really hope Karen takes the New York position. Jim and Pam (much like Tim and Dawn) just belong together.

That being said -- I love Kelly. "So then the next movie moves to the top of the queue. So number five becomes number four. Number six becomes number five. Number three becomes number two. Etcetera, etcetera. And let's just say that I just sent back Love Actually, which was awesome. And they sent me Uptown Girls, which is also awesome. But guess what? Now I want to see Love Actually again. But it's at the bottom of the queue! Oh no, what'll I do? What I do is this. I go online, I go "click, click, click," and I change the order of the queue so that I can see Love Actually as soon as I want to. It's so easy, Ryan. Do you really not know how Netflix works?"

Oh Ryan -- you poor bastard.