Intramural Half-Success

I'm officially reclaiming all pride that I once lost while slapping my face on stage. I think I have a legal right to do this, because the band team scored 29 points in our intramural basketball game yesterday. Who cares that the other team scored 61. That's of no importance. Somehow, 16 points managed to drop for me. I think it was mostly because I was playing like Allen Iverson, only without tattoos and blackness, and with a propensity for listening to classical music. Other than that we're basically the same guy. Needless to say, yesterday was a moral victory for us, and it's probably as close as we're going to get to a win.

I was waiting in the checkout line at K-Mart a few days ago in order to purchase a birthday card for my mother. I was hoping to get in and out very quickly. Unfortunately, as is my usual retail luck, I got stuck behind a moron. This idiot decided to purchase a $1.49 bag of plastic Easter eggs. Okay, that's cool, Easter's on Sunday. However, the item was marked 25% off and did not scan as such. Thus, the woman threw a fit and decided that she had to get her measly 37 CENT discount. The cashier had to call 3 different "managers" over to fix the problem. By my watch, I had to wait in line for 9 1/2 frigging minutes to buy a birthday card. Afterwards, I tried to brainstorm things that I could buy for 37 cents. So far, I haven't come up with anything. I hope the government somehow manages to raise taxes to the effect that the woman will lose her 37 cents.

My internet homepage is one of those customizable gigs from Google. Everybody should get one of these things, since they are pretty much the greatest thing of all time. Mine tells me useful stuff like the weather, top news stories, and how many days I have left until I graduate. It also contains all my bookmarks, a word (or three) of the day, and a quote of the day. However, the best feature by far is the "How to's" that are posted each day. They come from this thing called Wikihow, which is somehow related to Wikipedia, one of my favorite time-wasters. Anyhow, there was a "how to" on my homepage the other day that really piqued my interest. It's title: "How to defeat a MySpace Addiction." I've been a MySpace user for a number of months now, mostly because I find it humorous to read others' profiles and laugh at them. Wow, that really makes me sound like a bad person. Some of my friends have told me that MySpace is only for emo people, but I don't think that's true. There's also a lot of lesbians, as evidenced by that hottest profile thing they do. According to my less knowledgeable friends, Facebook is the place to be. I have one of those too, but haven't found an article yet on how to defeat my addiction to it. I don't think I'm really addicted though. I usually only check them once or twice a day, and I actually know most of the people I'm friends with. So eat that, you virtual friend community dissenters!

And with that, I'm off to check my email (for the 43rd time today).