Web Paige
In case you didn’t know this, I am a huge basketball fan and specifically a supporter of the Cleveland Cavaliers. When I first heard that Shaq was coming to Cleveland I was a little wary. As much as we need someone big in our front court I was afraid that his uhh…larger-than-life personality could mess with the flawless social dynamics of last season’s team.
After seeing this I decided to fully embrace the situation. Anyone who is ballsy enough and delusional enough to walk up to the White House and knock on the front door is worth having around for sheer entertainment value. I just hope he’s not too busy pulling off these sorts of stunts to successfully “win a ring for the king”
I went to the Jason Mraz show last night in Cleveland. Jason’s set was spectacular as usual (this was the 6th time I’ve seen him live) but I was also really impressed with his opening acts. K’naan is a refugee from the Somali Civil War who writes really interesting music and poetry based on his own experiences. He was the opener for the opening act (G. Love & Special Sauce-also awesome) but he had the restless and semi-intoxicated crowd completely invested in his music hours before the headliner took the stage. Waving Flag was definitely one of the favorites.
Things my roomate and I consumed for dinner last night
1. Raw cookie dough
2. Pickles
3. Beer
4. No nutritional value whatsoever
“Love ain’t the answer nor is work,
the truth eludes me so much it hurts.
But I’m still having fun and I guess that’s the key,
I’m a twenty something and I’ll keep being me”
Jamie Cullum, TwentySomething
I'm Old-Part 2
Today my birthday showed up as the expiration date on my milk. As we all know, milk has a very short life span…As does my youth.
Why there is frozen chicken on my crotch
So imagine this: You’re riding your bike and your best friend gives you a call so you answer. You’re an experienced bike rider and you can certainly handle some multi-tasking. BUT THEN an evil and unexpected curb arrives and, and seeing as you don’t have two hands to make a quick turn, you SLAM the break on your bike, subsequently hurling your pelvic bone straight into the bar of your bike at approximately 3097452 miles per hour. This is followed by hours of unrelenting searing pain that renders you unable to walk straight without resembling an 80-year-old. Also, you don’t have any ice.
I wish that I HAD to imagine this, but unfortunately I don’t.
I’m not one for animal abuse, but I laughed really hard at this. I can’t wait for season 5 of this show. I’ve seen every other episode about 32 times, so some fresh material to watch over and over again with my roomates will be much appreciated. One might suggest we venture into other areas of television or film entertainment, but to that I say “terrible…take a lap”.
Too much cross guarding for the Family Motor Vehicle Convention
- Old Lady #545: Now what exactly do you do? Do you actually stop the traffic or do you just trust that I'll get across this road alive?
- Me: I try to find someone to take you to the hospital if you get hit by an RV. Good luck!
“Thankfully, Dr. Richard Stephens and his team at Keele University in the United Kingdom just published a study that says swearing actually has a pain-lessening effect. (See Mom? It’s healthy!) When we swear, we increase our threshold for pain, meaning we can bear it longer and don’t feel it as much. Stephens is not sure why this happens, only that for some reason, “swearing appears to increase our pain tolerance.”
-Caitlin Hagan,CNN Medical Associate Producer http://pagingdrgupta.blogs.cnn.com/2009/07/13/bleep-that-hurts/
I don’t know what’s better, the fact that this study helps justify the frequency of my cussing (I DO hurt myself a lot…) or the fact that it was conducted at my British Alma Mater. What’s up Keele University? Congrats on the CNN shout-out!
I'm Old.
My 22nd birthday is close enough now that it has shown up as the expiration date on my yogurt. That means that I’ll be 22 when I throw that yogurt away.
My mother says that 22 is the age when I’ll be expected to act responsibly, rather than just being praised when I actually do act responsibly. For my birthday, I’m planning on drinking too much and spending a lot of money I don’t have. Why? Because I like to do the unexpected.
