I rule on friday nights

It's Friday night, 10:03 pm, and I'm sitting home blogging. How did I achieve this unparalleled level of awesomeness? Let me break it down:

9am: alarm goes off
9:09-approximately 11:30: alarm keeps going off at 9 minute Snooze intervals
11:30-12:45: Myspace (I fucking HATE that site, yet I can't get enough of it. Myspace.com = Myheroin.com)
12:45-230: Eat a bagel and watch Grey's Anatomy and Two and a Half Men. As the title of the jerkstore states, "screw you for judging me".
2:30-3:30: Buddy comes over, kick it, go to play racquetball.
-sidenote: I just bought a racquet because i'm getting into the game, and some douche named Sudsy Monchik is on the head cover. Who the hell is this guy, and am I supposed to be impressed that he's won 5 pro world championships and 4 us opens? Putz...
We try to leave my place around 3:20, but my buddy's rear-wheel car gets stuck in ice. After pushing for 30 mins, and getting the help of two other random guys passing by, we pull out and head to the gym.
4:00-5:00: I proceed to play 4 games of racquetball, managing to smash myself in the lip with my thunder stick (my racquet, you pervos and pervettes).
5:15-7:30: Surfing web, including myspace. That fucking website! I don't even do anything cool with my page. Whatever.
7:30-present: Watching NBA allstar weekend festivites.
-Jim Gray interviewed Barry Bonds. Uh...I guess there's nothign wrong with that except for the ambiguously gay interview style of Jim Gray, featuring the prolonged shoulder rub and long gaze into Bonds' eyes as he ponders when he'll be hitting asterisk #756, etc...
-Celebrity Hoops game: Freakin Carrot Top is ripped...it's disturbing as shit, especially when considering this before and after comparison. Quality of the celebrity game is typically terrible.
I have nothing further to add, other than I'm proud of myself and how social I've become. Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to do some homework? Nah...

I have nothing further to add, so please appreciate the pain of Huckleberry Hound.

Random Musings

I've been sitting in the library for 2 hours now, and I have not accomplished a thing. I've checked myspace about 100 times, and ESPN about the same. In this on-demand world, you'd think that a site with such heavy traffic as ESPN.com would have new content up every 30 seconds or so...what? unreasonable you say? Well, maybe...

All I think about is being done with school. I've been doing this thing for too long, by my calculations, i'm finishing the 18th grade. Way too much. I'll be in NYC next year, that will be good. I no longer have to be a closeted Mets fan (in boston, you're wicked retahded if you aren't a sox fan, facking retahded if a Mets fan, and a complete Hahd On if a yankees fan), and I'll be able to urinate in public without fear of being labeled a sex offender (apparently in Mass. they don't look too kindly on draining the main vain).

Let's see, what else:
-it hasn't been above 35 degrees in Boston in about 3 weeks
-Girls in this city are either uber bitch or complete masshole, no in between
-I jammed my toe playing racquet ball
-Was it just me or were the plotlines in this last superbowl beaten to death six times? Particularly, a black man coached a team to a superbowl title? I had no idea! Who cares? To me, the only remarkable thing about this is that it's even an issue. A good coach is a good coach, period. No qualifiers necessary. Dungy and Smith are good coaches. That said, there is no coach good enough to overcome Grossmanitis.

Ok, i'm done for now. Best of luck to my buddy Bloomer with his pitch to DirecTV. I hope it works out for you, buddy. Also, well done on the blog, nice to see i have friends in I-Hope-Somebody-Reads-Thisville.

Hebrew School

To my fellow Torah youth out there, this is for you. Wear headphones if at work...

What has 2 thumbs and will arm wrassle with anyone?

This Guy!!!