And now, a random list of things I'm thinking about:
Man, I love March Madness
Those bagel chips I just made smell delicious
I have no idea what my classes are going to be doing in my classes next week.
Shoot, I have parent teacher conferences next week
I hope I haven't upset any parents in the last two months. If I have, I don't know about it, which makes it even more dangerous...
This may be the only time in my life that I cheer for Texas, but... Hook 'em, Longhorns! Beat those Duke pansies.
I reeeeeeaaaallly love March Madness.
Know what else I love? Star Wars. Return of the Jedi is on Spike. Oh Lando and Han...
I want a muffin.
Good thing I just made muffins.
Is it lame that I'm home alone on a Saturday night, watching Star Wars and basketball while composing a blog entry?
Probably.
Meh.
Note to self: Don't forget to buy a spare tire.
Note to self: Avoid all potholes, spiky objects, tire slashers, and other potential poppers until you buy a spare tire.
Crap, I still haven't fed my snake. Hang on, Paris...
Texas needs to step it up. Coach 'em, Rick Barnes!
We need to look into the technology required to build space ships that look more like George Lucas's and less like tin cans with Bic razors taped to the outside.
This is probably getting boring, I'd better finish. And feed my snake. And bake those cookies I've been meaning to bake all day (double chocolate oatmeal! I'm excited)
Goodbye and love you, if you made it all the way through!
7 comments:
Hahahha. That is why I love you! You are more like me than I thought. Oh, and I want one of them there cookies!
Incidentally, when i went upstairs to feed Paris, she wasn't in her tank. I'd left her on my bed to play, then forgotten about her for like three hours. She was under my bed, spying on me while I frantically searched for her. Sneaky serpent...
How's teaching going?
Were you drunk when you wrote this? I think the thought of a snake hiding underneath your bed is hilarious!
I'm not really Bob, and I dont know why it says my name is Bob...
damn Cats....it could have been worse I s'ppose
So, just who are you, exactly, Bob? And no drinking, just tired.
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