obviously

Boys cannot be changed. Like all girls I always learn that the hard way.

PUKE

I should not be concerned about my writing abilities. I am so pissed off at Stephenie Meyers (ps who spells their name like that?) Twilight not only is a bunch of fluff and insubstantial bullshit, it's also poorly written. And Ms. Meyers is definitely rakin' in the muns. Everyone and their mother is going to see that godforsaken movie this weekend... and it is the SECOND one of the series for God's sake. Puke. The only reason I read it (well, them) last year is because those books were the only thing in English I could find. Also, like everyone else on earth that reads this shit, I was just waiting for them to do it, or at least kiss. Hate. them.

This weekend is the last home game. I guess I am kind of sad, but in light of the fact that I skipped out on an entire football season, I am not terribly torn up. I will be back next year for a game, I just won't have to stand the entire time. Don't get me wrong, I love being a student here and being in the student section but in a way I am ready to move on. I got a class ring. Now probably my most prized possession, especially because the gem is zircon, the kind Dad has. Keepin' it in the fam. So excited to go home for break.

annoy

I am so sick of the technological revolution. I feel like one of those old grandmas who is frustrated with her giant land line phone and cursing all new technology. Or like some older IT person who is losing his job to some punk who blogs too much and builds robots. I definitely will be that person. Only now the differences, I feel, are so much bigger among different generations of kids because the tech is changing so fast. I will lose my job some day to one of those 9-year olds with a Blackberry. I don't even know how to answer a Blackberry.

This stems from my frustration in staying at the office an extra hour and a half to upload the online version of the paper. I so lament the decline of print journalism. What will you wrap your fish and chips in if we go totally paperless?

Bones and dogs

Notre Dame. You know I love you and you will be in my heart forever. But I have a serious bone to pick with you. Let's start of first of all just with the fact that you can't teach an old dog new tricks. And I am no young pup. I am 22, aka one year older than the legal drinking age. Why you gotta go giving me 30 hours of community service plus alcohol class... for the second time?? You're nuts. Guess what. Game day means people drink. How about focus on those nutcases cursing around small children or spraying beer on innocent bystanders? I was just minding my own business. Your antics will not teach me anything. Obviously I will not do that again but not because of you. Being removed from a game just sucks. I learned that on my own. Also, a $10 parking ticket for crossing the line? Are you serious? I park in that very spot like every other day. Get a life and stop gouging me of my precious dollas.

Second of all. I just want to say, as put so eloquently by my roommates sister's boyfriend (what), please just let the children play. It's neither appropriate nor legal (wait, is it?) to pull over a cab and breathalize all its innocent passengers. It's not nice to discriminate against people in the stadium just because they are dressed completely in gold. We only have four years at this fine place. Let the children play. It makes me sad to see those cutthroat students pissing their college life away in some research basement. I would rather see people being asked to tone it down a bit. Call me irresponsible or whatever (even though I have gotten much more on top of my game than before) but do what the Spanish do. APROVECHAR.

Third of all. This does not have to do with Notre Dame. This goes out to boys. Man up. I think I know how to put you in your place if not. At least Weezy knows. I really do miss MJ also.