Tomorrow I'm doing this flag football thing and today our team met so we could get some practice in. There are a couple things I would like to point out. First, as a lady walked by with her dog, Jessica randomly says, "Why would you get a white dog? It'll get dirty." Then Kate mentions how black people must look at us and think, "Why are they white? They must be so dirty."

In addition Kate also hit me in the face with the football, my eye is currently being iced. As I walked back to the dorm I kept thinking about when Marcia from the Brady Bunch got hit in the nose. This is probably going to end my modeling career. I had such potential. (Weeps)

Behold, once again the Phrase O the Week goes to Yvone. While sitting on Jules bed, by the way Jules hasnt won phrase o the week - just for the record. Anyhoo, we be sitting on da bed, and Yvone was saying how she was tired and such. She stated:

I can't keep my eyes open, because I'm asian.

She is also getting really confident in her ability to say funny things and once I began to write down the Phrase she got onto a chair and commanded Jules to worship her. I think the power has gone to her head...or her butt. Or a Robert Frost poem, what's with his poems? They're all obscure about being in the woods and lookin at deer and throwing rocks at old people. Old people would prob be really confused if you threw a rock at them...then they'd prob fall asleep.

Robert Frost Poem:

Hark! The snow in my path
the stream of river that flows
a pair of eyes from a deer
it prances and runs away
footsteps in the snow
Glance ahead
I smell Old Spice
Grandpa wonders and mumbles to himself
I spot a rock
pick it up
cold and heavy in my hand
I throw it
Thud.

Quote o the Day:

Conan's view of the Bachelor - That's just a Hoe Fest.

Does everyone have a ticket?

You say: To what?

I reply: To the GUN SHOW {and display my huge rippling muskullz}

All who know me, know I burp as if it is my J-O-B. Now why am I so full of gas like materials? This is what I ponder...my endless search for the truth as to why I am the way I am now. I never really burped like this as a child, so what gives? Perhaps it twas when I was diagnosed as not being able to take on the awesome power of lactose materials, better known as Lactose Intolerance. Or maybe it was the time that I ate that whole bag of Hot Fries without any water. Maybe it began in the long long ago, from the times of the pyraminds...yes! That is it! They are designed in the shape of an air bubble, my bubble, my burps....GASP! I must be the Queen of the Future! They built that temple for me. Quick, I must away!


I fordet what else I was gonna say. I wish I could remember...

One time I told Liz that I went to bed hungy.
Doesnt that make you sad?

Yesterday during dinner I share with Tony and Rob my revelation on Friday. I dare you to gaze at this feat of amazingness. I dont think that made any sense. Just pretend I said something real smart and clever:

If you flip the lower case p's in poop up
You get boob
Hence, boob is poop.

Sometimes the things I think of scare me. But other times they make me proud. This one is still undecided.

Oh and by the way, I still read like it's nobody's biz up here at college. What is the DEAL?! When will they make me watch tv, I mean cmon where is my parent's money going?!

Otay
I'm piecing out of this appy pie.
Yeah, I said appy...as in apple.

Daily Shout Out!
To: Merry
Why: Please read the following.

I was talking to my mom and I reached in my pocket - just for a place to put my hand, and there was something weird in there and I pulled it out and said
"why is there a sausage in my pocket"