Ho.  Lee.  SHITthatwasagame!!

*deep breaths*

I wish I could have been back in Pitt for that!  Also, I'd like to formally apologize to the party guests for all the yelling and throwing-about of arms.  I'd had, like, three or four Dr. Peppers.

I am sorry, Arizona Cardinals.  I respect your Cinderella story and all, but I will be so, so happy if the Steelers steamroll you next Sunday.  More Superbowl wins than any other team, EVER?  Yes please!  I wish I were back in Pitt for this.

Although, if it came down to a hair-off between Polamalu and Fitzgerald, I do not know who would win.

I am an official college graduate.

Still no superpowers.

If they don't manifest by my 21st birthday, I'm filing a complaint.

Chuck Kinder recently told me I wrote like "a stoned Jane Austen" (I'm still not sure whether or not to take that as a compliment). When I confessed that I wasn't familiar with her, he forbade me from graduating until I'd read some of her work. Unfortunately, graduation was two weeks away at the time and he didn't have Pride and Prejudice onhand ( Read more... )

I have been awake for thirty nine hours. Ten of those hours were spent tromping around Philly, and a grand total of FOURTEEN were wasted on a bus. I may have managed to snatch three or four hours of sleep on the ride down, but cramming my 5'9" self into a bus seat does not count as restful ( Read more... )

I must post Exie-visit pictures before I leave for Spring Break. Perhaps when I get back, I'll post some from New Years. Geeze...

( Oh so photogenic )

My first thought this morning was: "Wow, the roads are under three inches of snow, ice and slush. I wonder if the ARL is even open for operations today?" So I checked my email and I checked my phone, but there had been no notices, so I dragged myself out of bed and made the two-bus-transfer to Hamilton Ave....only to find the building locked up ( Read more... )

It's a sad day at the Millvale House. Nick has gone home and Frank nearly picked up and moved out.* Megan and I have decimated a tub of Rocky Road (cliche, but tasty) and bagged clothes for sale at the local thrift store. A little extra income would be nice after the binge-spending that was this past Christmas ( Read more... )

Overheard in the sculpture lab:

"Hey, your vertebrae looks like JarJar Binks!"

"Really? I've been thinking that it looks like a vagina pterodactyl, myself. See? The vulva's right there."

My Ipod is a self-defense mechanism; it gives me an excuse to avoid making eye contact with everyone else in the city. But, oh man, sometimes I wish I paid more attention to the goings-on around me ( Read more... )