Big Chicken

I saw something on TV tonight that I think ranks right up there as one of the funniest things of all time. It's called the "Big Buckin Chicken," and I think it's some sort of advertisement for Burger King. Go watch it now. What does the fact that I think this is funny say about me? I'm slightly worried.

Today marks the 4th day that I have managed to sit at home and not have a life. It's almost become a game now, trying to see how long I can stave off human contact. I wrote a bunch of letters today to send out to engineering firms that probably won't hire me as an intern this summer, but I did finally learn the mysteries of mail merge on Microsoft Word. I love how they took something seemingly simple and turned it into a 450 step process. We have an industry term for that - it's called user friendliness.

I took my first bike ride in about two weeks this morning, and I have a couple of complaints. Apparently mother nature didn't get the memo that it's Spring Break and also the fourth week of March. At the time of my ride this morning, the outside temperature was a brisk 41 degrees. I shouldn't have to wear a heavy jacket, gloves, and one of those gay knit hats to take a bike ride. That's just plain communist. I'm also incredibly out of shape, even after just two weeks. I like to think that your body has two ages - your actual age and your exercise age. My exercise age is sitting at right about 54 right now. My legs feel like someone beat them with a hammer repeatedly for twenty minutes. This is not a good thing, considering that intramurals start on Tuesday. You should all look forward to reading about the band team's impending doom. It's going to be grand.

Speaking of intramurals, I went and shot some basketball this afternoon. That was a big mistake. I might have hit 20 percent of my shots, and that's being generous. I started blaming it on stuff like the wind and the 40 degree temperatures, but I think it might actually be the fact that I'm not black. Did anyone else watch J.J. Redick suck it up tonight? There goes my hopes of white people ever being able to be good at basketball again. I promise I'm not racist, I'm just realistic. There's a huge difference.

Well, here's to seeing if I can make it 5 straight days without fun tomorrow. I'm seriously close to rolling coins...