Look, I'm sorry that I don't give out spare change like...well, like I have change to spare. Really, I am. But making catcalls (such as telling me what parts of me you'd like to "play with") isn't going to make me want to stop, turn around, and magically procure some change from the depths of my wallet. Maybe this just makes me a horrible person, but that sort of thing only makes me want to run away faster.
Thanks, though, for cementing my desire to stay in at night and catch up on my TiVO backlog.
It's no secret that I think that "The Office" is one of the five best shows on television. And because I love it so much, I'd like to share that love with those of you that haven't seen this on YouTube already. So, please enjoy a video tribute to Dwight Schrute of "The Office".
So about a week ago, the Dean of Laying The Smack Down sent an e-mail to the entire law student populace about appropriate library behavior. You know, no eating (because it might get in the books, and then rats will eat the valuable Northwest Reporters that are available online anyway), no uncovered cups, no talking, no accidentally plugging your headphones into the wrong spot on your laptop and playing an episode of "The Office" for the entire third floor. Pretty standard stuff.
After watching the people at the table next to me yesterday grope and cuddle for about 20 minutes, something tells me that maybe that e-mail should've included "no PDA - at least, not where people can see you." I mean, I find a live floor show particularly distracting when I'm trying to watch TV in the library - I can imagine that the people actually doing work don't appreciate it, either.
I can once again drink coffee without pain - which means that I will be contributing to the national economy in full force by regularly dropping $4.06 on a 16-oz. cup of coffee.
"The Office" is all-new tonight. I'm pretty stoked - mostly because they give me great one-liners, such as "Why don't we just prostitute ourselves, and give that money to charity?"
Speaking of which, SBA is sponsoring a charity date auction tomorrow night. I'm still trying to figure out how that event is substantially different from whoring out students and giving the proceeds to troubled children.
When you walk into your boring lecture-only class, and the professor starts telling everyone to move into the first three rows of the hall, take that as a sign that you were meant to skip that day in class. Seriously, turn around and leave. Otherwise, you're going to be asked to participate, instead of sitting in the back row reclining and reading ESPN.com's Page 2 in peace.
When you're settling into your favorite spot in the library to watch episodes of "The Office" that you've TiVoed read between classes , make sure you have your headphones plugged into the right place on your laptop. You don't want to anger people who are sitting there studying by distracting them with the day that Jim put Andy's calculator in Jell-O and Andy got so mad that he kicked a trash can.
