Beccaning Call

I hate Sunday nights.

Yale's finest:

Phunklemon [AUTO-REPLY] : so last night, i think, "yeah sure, i'll go to bed at 1. that way i'll get enough sleep to manage the raman lab tomorrow." and when does my body finally decide it wants to sleep? that's right: 6:30 a.m. apparently my body would rather sleep during molrad than at night, when most non-schizophrenics are asleep. so if you walk by sterling today and see a blue light emanating from the west side of the building, that's me shooting passersby on the sidewalk with the argon ion laser BECAUSE I'VE OFFICIALLY GONE INSANE.

woo-hoo!

also, funny cartoon:

Anyway, weekend wrapup:

Visited sister & co in raleigh, went to a cookout, got to play with fire -- THAT was faaaaantastic -- went to a party, met up with out of towners, great fun was had at yeats, went to talulah's, great fun was had there with the INDIAN DANCE PARTY -- 50 Cent's "In the Club" sounds bad ass in Hindi -- got food, slept like a baby, watched game, work, Linda's, more fun with out of towners and a ridiculously drunk photo monkey, slept in AGAIN, did work, tried to get Schwind's credit card back from the bar, bar guy didn't believe me and also didn't care that he lives in Maryland, so fuck that guy. Also, family guy and football were excellent all around today, and one of my fish, Sebastian, died. RIP lil buddy.

Also, Bobcats got spanked by the Mavericks on Friday, but check out this picture. Totally illustrates why they used to call him "Emeka the Rejectah" when he was at Uconn.



The boy is hot, and he can play. Go team.

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posted by Becca @ 1:17 AM