Jun 04, 2007 22:18
I was recently (within the past 6 months) introduced to The Office, the American version. Seriously, it's the greatest thing since sliced bread. Well, it might not be that great, but it's pretty good. One of the guys at worked loaned me the complete seasons 1 and 2 of The Office, the British version. It's much more subtle than the American version, but I do enjoy it.
My brother graduated Saturday evening. He was so pumped. I could see him in the front row, pumping his fist as his classmates were called to the stage for various awards. He was quite excited to throw his cap in the air, and was so pumped about the Cavs game, that he wrote Go Cavs on his cap.
Speaking of the Cavs, what a game. I'm not much of a pro-basketball fan, but I will watch big games. I stayed up Thursday night to watch them in double-overtime (I lost sleep over them), and then raced back to the house after graduation to watch the rest of Saturdays game. I was so pumped. I was on the edge of my seat for quite awhile, screaming at the television, throwing my hands up in the air, and watching in utter disbelief and excitement as we won.
To celebrate, Mary, Malia, Lizzy, Megan, Mike, and I went down to the Barley House. We were dressed to kill, and our evening was fantastic. The place was packed to overflowing. Everyone was so psyched that we won the game. Drinks were flowing, we talked to random people, I ran into my trainer, flirted with several boys, and had a blast. All in all, the evening was a success.
I get to sleep in my own bed Wednesday through Saturday evening. Then I'm gone till the 20th. I sometimes take my bed for granted, forgetting how much I love it, until I'm forced to sleep in a foreign bed. Then I really miss my bed. I've been known to turn down offers with guys simply so I can sleep in my own bed. Of course, if I'm really interested in them I'll show up. Or just have them over.
friends,
work,
television