05 February 2008
♥ a few thoughts for the day:
I'm having a tough time getting started on my homework, and I think it's because I can't concentrate since I have so many pointless thoughts bouncing around in my head. Here's what's bugging me today:
1. Post-Superbowl slams on Tom Brady. Don't get me wrong; I'm no die-hard Patriots fan. In fact, I wouldn't even really consider myself a fan at all. It would have been nice to see a perfect season, but to be perfectly honest with you, I don't care enough about football to give it much thought. What really bugs me, though, is Giants fans who insist on slamming Tom Brady. You can call him a "pretty boy," you can say he's no good, you can say you saw this coming. But what you're forgetting, Brady-haters, is that while you may have your Superbowl rings, Tom Brady has one thing--one really, really sexy thing--that no Giant has: Gisele Bundchen. We all have off nights, but it looks to me like Tom Brady is man enough for the most beautiful woman employed by Victoria's Secret. (And, more importantly, for me, Superbowl win or no.)
2. Super Tuesday. It's not the act of caucusing that really bothers me; it's the word used to describe it. For instance, on the way home today, I heard a commercial on 93.3 for Barack Obama. Please understand that I don't have a problem with Obama; in fact, I plan on voting for him at the caucus, and with a little luck, again in November. I think it's really important to get people involved in the political system, but I digress. When dear old Barack came on the radio and informed his listeners that "I want you caucusing for me!" I must admit, I was somewhat shocked at the aesthetics of his statement. It just doesn't sound pretty. Aside from that, though, I have one major problem with this year's presidential election, and it can be described in two words--Ron Paul. All I can say is this: whoever edits Mr. Paul's ads in the Rocky should be fired. Actually, no, scratch that. Ron Paul should be fired. My dog will run in his place. I think he is much more qualified to lead the free world.
3. Period guilt. Who doesn't hate that time of the month? Boys hate it because it means they're dealing with PMS from any females in their lives for approximately 25% of their lifetimes, probably more if you consider that they run into women at school, home, work, etc. whose periods come at all different times of the month. Girls hate it because it means cramping, bloating, irritability, and the like. But now I have an additional reason to hate the monthly loss of my uteran lining: guilt! Thanks to the latest campaign by some pantiliner company or another, I have to actually feel like a jerk for not having to miss school during my period. I guess it makes sense that in poor African villages, nobody has Kotex or anything, so girls have to miss so much school due to their periods that they eventually drop out. Bummer, right? But the problem remains on the home front. I don't understand why people don't shower me with gifts and tell me I don't seem irritable at all during my monthly nightmare, and having to feel selfish for not living in a rural village in Zimbabwe is not helping my demeanor. I propose a new solution: in addition to helping alleviate the problem of the African period-related dropout rate by donating supplies, let's fund research for eliminating PMS and general period-related unpleasantness.
Oh, and one more thing. Why are there still three months and nineteen days until graduation?
1. Post-Superbowl slams on Tom Brady. Don't get me wrong; I'm no die-hard Patriots fan. In fact, I wouldn't even really consider myself a fan at all. It would have been nice to see a perfect season, but to be perfectly honest with you, I don't care enough about football to give it much thought. What really bugs me, though, is Giants fans who insist on slamming Tom Brady. You can call him a "pretty boy," you can say he's no good, you can say you saw this coming. But what you're forgetting, Brady-haters, is that while you may have your Superbowl rings, Tom Brady has one thing--one really, really sexy thing--that no Giant has: Gisele Bundchen. We all have off nights, but it looks to me like Tom Brady is man enough for the most beautiful woman employed by Victoria's Secret. (And, more importantly, for me, Superbowl win or no.)
2. Super Tuesday. It's not the act of caucusing that really bothers me; it's the word used to describe it. For instance, on the way home today, I heard a commercial on 93.3 for Barack Obama. Please understand that I don't have a problem with Obama; in fact, I plan on voting for him at the caucus, and with a little luck, again in November. I think it's really important to get people involved in the political system, but I digress. When dear old Barack came on the radio and informed his listeners that "I want you caucusing for me!" I must admit, I was somewhat shocked at the aesthetics of his statement. It just doesn't sound pretty. Aside from that, though, I have one major problem with this year's presidential election, and it can be described in two words--Ron Paul. All I can say is this: whoever edits Mr. Paul's ads in the Rocky should be fired. Actually, no, scratch that. Ron Paul should be fired. My dog will run in his place. I think he is much more qualified to lead the free world.
3. Period guilt. Who doesn't hate that time of the month? Boys hate it because it means they're dealing with PMS from any females in their lives for approximately 25% of their lifetimes, probably more if you consider that they run into women at school, home, work, etc. whose periods come at all different times of the month. Girls hate it because it means cramping, bloating, irritability, and the like. But now I have an additional reason to hate the monthly loss of my uteran lining: guilt! Thanks to the latest campaign by some pantiliner company or another, I have to actually feel like a jerk for not having to miss school during my period. I guess it makes sense that in poor African villages, nobody has Kotex or anything, so girls have to miss so much school due to their periods that they eventually drop out. Bummer, right? But the problem remains on the home front. I don't understand why people don't shower me with gifts and tell me I don't seem irritable at all during my monthly nightmare, and having to feel selfish for not living in a rural village in Zimbabwe is not helping my demeanor. I propose a new solution: in addition to helping alleviate the problem of the African period-related dropout rate by donating supplies, let's fund research for eliminating PMS and general period-related unpleasantness.
Oh, and one more thing. Why are there still three months and nineteen days until graduation?
2/05/2008
