Not horse, whores.

Feb 05, 2007 20:10

It's so cold. I'm sitting here in Ballantine Hall room 347, and it's about 30 degrees in this classroom. For anyone who's just joining in, this class is the pinnacle of college night-class crappiness. 6:30-9:00 PM on a Monday night.

Sitting through this class is like sitting through a Ben Stein lecture. Luckily right now we're watching Kinsey. Professor Kinsey was a professor at Indiana University and he helped the U.S. overcome the taboo-ness of sexuality. He was awesome, and he's pretty much my hero. If it weren't for him, people would never talk about sex outside of the bedroom.

Enough of that. How 'bout them COLTS!!! We finally won the f-ing Superbowl. As Paris Hilton would say: That's Hot. I'm so glad we finally won. It's a shame I had to miss most of the game. Long story.

I took someone's shift on Superbowl Sunday. The sheet said February 4 6-9PM. I misread and thought it said 4-6PM. I thought I'd be honest and tell my boss what happened, and usually they'd let me go home. I mean, it was the Superbowl. But it turns out everyone else had already called in "sick." So I watched the live stats on ESPN.com. Oh well. We won.

I don't really have that much of anything else to say.
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