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The NBA is back!
Ladies and gentlemen, it’s finally back. After seemingly countless weeks of no basketball, the NBA announced that a tentative deal has been struck with the player’s union. I’m glad to hear that the NBA players can go back to their normal lives. Instead of speculating which player is going to play in which country, we can now talk about whether the Mavs can defend their championship, whether Kobe can tie Mike with 6, and whether Jimmer Fredette can channel his inner Tebow and become THE dominant white man in his league.
Here’s a list of what I am looking forward to most about the upcoming season:
1.) Seeing if the Bird Man can beat his record of “Having the most tattoos on a white man.”
relevant: http://i.imgur.com/XwR04.jpg
2.) Seeing if people will still make the “3-goggles” when making three-point shots, or whether it’s been replaced by planking.
relevant: http://i.imgur.com/Hrq4E.jpg
also relevant: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0YHLcIgHAY
3.) Seeing if Greg Oden can play more games than me in the NBA this season (I average 0 games played).
4.) Seeing if Dwight Howard ends up in a championship contending team or with the Lakers.
5.) Seeing if “Prince” James can finally win the title.
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Asian Arrure!
It’s that time of the year again, when all the Asians on campus gather to celebrate the fact that they are all Asians. No, they didn’t open a new sushi restaurant in South Bend, and no, Brangelina aren’t on campus to adopt someone. It’s ASIAN ALLURE TIME.
Last year, being the marketing director, I didn’t really feel involved with the actual show. Going along with the #senioryearnoregretz theme that’s taking the seniors by storm, I decided to be EMCEE. My last hurrah. It’s going to be epic, so you best be there.
In other news, halloween was this weekend. I dressed up normally, but had a sign on my chest that had “LIFE” written on it, while giving away lemons to hot chicks (if you still dont get what I was, I was the saying “when life gives you lemons”). It was a great costume because if chicks got it, it meant they weren’t drunk enough. Perfect litmus test of drunkenness. However, I did feel uncomfortable with people staring at my chest the whole night. Now I know what it must feel like to be a girl with huge knockers.
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First Post!
First week of senior year- completed. I love walking around campus seeing freshmen with their campus maps, looking for their class at DeBartolo Hall (or equivalently, fat chicks looking for the dining halls). Takes me back to a time when I too was a freshman, when I wasn’t yet as goodlooking as I am today, or had a flock of ladies blow up my phone 24/7. Enjoy your years here, freshmen, as they will come and go faster than you can say: “Damn, domerfest actually was very awkward”.
Now, to the main topic for today’s post. In my freshman history class, we each had to come up with a fun fact to share to the class. Initially, I was leaning towards “I have 89 followers, and thats probably more than what you have!”, but I decided against it because I didn’t want animosity to cloud our historical learning. Instead, I went with “I hate pancakes, but I love waffles”. After all the lulz were had, some chick decided to call me out on it.
“What’s the difference? They taste exactly the same!”- Chick
Words cannot express the anger I felt towards her just then. WHATS THE DIFFERENCE? I’ll tell you what the difference is! One tastes like horse-sh**, and one tastes like waffles. That is all.
