My next tattoo

29 05 2008

UPDATE:  By the way, this tattoo is totally roadhousian.

Maybe weight loss isn’t so important anymore…

22 05 2008

Single Female Lawyer!

20 05 2008

Is it acceptable to ask somebody a question, but only because the answer will determine how funny the joke inside my head about that person will end up being?

There is a former lawyer in my class, and she likes to talk and give her non-biased opinion about everything.  I want to ask if she is single so that whenever she talks I can say to myself “Single Female Lawyer!”

It’s a Futurama joke.

Either way, it is making me crack up every time she talks now…so I guess asking her the question now is irrelevant.

Summer School…for real, not that movie

20 05 2008

From 9 to 6 Monday through Friday, I’m in school.  Its only a three week session, which should make it bearable.  Don’t expect much from me while I’m getting through this.

The good thing?  The assignments are so minuscule compared to regular undergraduate work that I could probably knock them all out in one afternoon.  So thats my plan for this Friday.

Now what?

15 05 2008

Had my last 2 finals this morning.  I graduate tomorrow.  Now I’m home until the Grizzlie game tonight (Thirsty Thursdays = Dollar Beer), and I feel like I should be reading something, or working on a paper, or researching, yet I don’t have to do any of that.  I’m free of school until Monday.  3 days of not having to think about stuff.

Conveniently, as I have mentioned, it gets kicked off with Dollar Beers.

Hard Times

14 05 2008

I’m driving down Blackstone Avenue, heading to downtown Fresno. I’m stopped at a red light on Olive Avenue, in the center lane.

A black Suburban, all chromed out, with some fancy looking rims stops next to me on my right. He is about 3 car lengths away from the car in front of him.

My radio is on pretty loud, and the guy tries to get my attention.

I turn down the volume, and the guy asks if I want “surround sound for my house.”

I say “No, thanks” and drive off, as the light has turned green while the guy was shouting his question to me.

Whats funny is that the guy was white, clean cut, and wearing a golf shirt.

Maybe its either sell his surround sound, or pawn his rims.

On the other hand, I’m sure it costs like $100 to fill up his gas tank at this point. Maybe he was on his way to the gas station down the street and needed some cash.

Sports Geek

13 05 2008