I might be co-authoring a paper on Buffy sometime in the near future.

Squee for me.

From a professor:

"The truth is in the penis."

And sometimes, I just have to tell myself, "Bitch, be cool."

No, I was not "A."

A: I need to focus my thought waves of the brain.

B: As opposed to the thought waves of the ass.

A: Those are called farts.

B: You know, I'd consider those to be particles, not waves.

A: Haven't you heard of wave-particle theory?

B: Yes, but that's for light.

A: But I can light my farts on fire.

Why must my name be in so many songs?

Side note: I heart Seth Green. (Watch the vid I posted yesterday first.)

...it's painfully funny.

1) Tailgate parties freakin' rule.

2) Sitting on the sunny side of the stadium does not freakin' rule.

3) My eyeballs feel too big for their sockets.

4) We beat UTEP.

I watched "Hush."

No sleep.

According to the sample essay I gave my students, Alexander Harris was once in my composition class.

In case you wanted to know.

( I don't want to read my rhetoric book. )