There’s a huge (positive) correlation between people that regularly drink soft drinks and people I don’t like. I wouldn’t say it’s as strong as my ‘i’ thing, or the alliterative name thing, but man…. I just want to leave the room when she’s in it. Why isn’t it okay to punch girls in the face?
I’ve been reading some of my old blog posts today. I forgot how much teenage Alex ruled. I’ve since met a couple of great people with ‘i’s in their name, but the other two theories have held strong.
I’m glad to only have another week with my current roommate. This past semester, he’s been making two $20 orders to Papa John’s every day. At least one of them is BBQ flavoured and he ruins my evenings with the sounds of open-mouthed chewing. He gets a two litre Pepsi with each meal and doesn’t recycle or even crush the bottles.
My next post will be better.
My next post will be better.
Well, I see a face…
My next post will be better.
You ride the up escalator. As you watch the other bodies riding down, you have to pick the one you will have sex with. You have to pick someone before the end of the ride. Once you pick you can’t change your mind.
Had a geek moment talking about the Secretary problem earlier today. Applying the optimum solution to an average age of 77 means not bothering to commit to anyone until the age of 28. Of course, that means you’d probably miss out on that Golden Anniversary.
Obviously I don’t really think that way.
My next post will be better.
This one’s far too good.
My next post will be better.
College rivalry.
My next post will be better.
