Friday, September 09, 2005

Who's the Big Winner? Galileo! Galileo!

I had a LONG afternoon at work, followed by entirely too much fun working drive-thru with Kevin and coming up with ridiculous coffee songs to the tunes of such favorites as "Any Man of Mine" and "Bohemian Rhapsody." Kevin broke out with "Soy to the World," and I about lost it. I think my "Bohemian Rhapsody" was the big winner.

Who's the big winner?

Mikey's the big winner!

Hey, JR got it.

If I could remember all the lyrics to one of the crazy coffee songs, I'd post it. Perhaps I'll write one sometime. I mean, really, what else am I going to do?

I slept through stats today and was half an hour late to calculus. Luckily, Dr. Kholodnyi didn't care. Here's my Calc IV homework: ∫sin2θdθ on the interval of π/4 to π/2. Argh. It's more complex than most integration because it's a product and has to be integrated as such. It's painstakingly tedious. Gone are the days of ∫ 3x2dx. How I miss you, x3.

There are fraternity boys in the house. I should be more bothered by people randomly coming into my house and bitching about crime log at 1:24 a.m., but I'm not. I'm used to the masses thinking that rules and public flow of information should not apply to them. Oh, will they ever learn? This is not just a shot at the Greekdom that tends to dominate crime log, but it is rather amusing that the groups who end up in the situations always blame those who find out instead of those who are actually at fault. Sigh.

In other news, Arnold's going to use that veto power he has to stop the same-sex marriage bill. Oh, people of California, why did you elect the Kindergarten Cop?

At least Bush didn't let Katrina cramp his vacation style. That was my sarcastic voice.

Before I go, with all the list-making going on, I had to add a few more things about me, an ode to the tomboy in me, or, more accurately, the part of me that is less indicative of me having a vagina. VAGINA! That was for you, Lindsey.

* I scream at my television when I watch football. I don't think there's anything wrong with this.

* I sometimes do it while watching NASCAR. This is slightly embarrassing.

* I don't think I could handle it if I actually got to meet Tom Glavine, El Duque, Frank Wycheck, or Drew Bennett.

* I know I couldn't handle it if I got to meet Don Schula.

* If you want to get me really riled up, bring up Eddie George and Steve McNair playing together. I once went on a tangent that had my dad frightened.

* I once had to work during the Super Bowl. I brought a radio and an assortment of chips and asked every drive-thru customer what the score was. I now ask off well in advance for Super Bowl Sunday.

* My uncle taught me how to throw a spiral on the beach when I was 13.

* I've been told I drink liquor "like a champ."

* I can eat more steak than my father.

* In high school, I challenged the men in my family to a catfish eating contest and won.

* To the surprise of many, I don't chase my shots. I never have, and I never will.

Check out the new photo. I picked it only because I like the way my lips look in it. Is that weird?


Anonymous said...

Now, for the record, I told Lindsey that I would not use "schlongalongadingdong," either. - Cox

theogeo said...

That is true. But Wendy's blog is a "schlongalongadingdong" safe space.

Wendy said...

Yes, feel free to think of my blog as a safe place to spout off all kinds of profanity.