Weeeee!

friends of mine shared this link with me a couple of years ago and, to this day, there is nothing like a hyperactive squirrel. nothing.

Lyrics

i was driving home from soccer tonight, listening to a song, and found myself anxious to get to my favorite part. i thought about it a bit more and realized that i have "a favorite part" in many songs. i'm sure this is the same for a lot of people ... but i think i picked up the habit from my dad. it's a rare occasion to be driving somewhere with my dad and he doesn't shush me so we can listen to his favorite part of a particular song. and i've found that i do the same thing to my friends. so, with nothing else to write about, i picked out a few of my favorite parts to share:

first time I saw you, you did me that way - stolen away on 55th & 3rd, dave matthew's band

and when i see you kitten as a cat, yeah as smitten as that, i can't get that small - high, the cure

she has trouble acting normal when she's nervous - round here, counting crows

and you have stayed, a mile away from me, and you will stay a mile away from me if you know what’s good for you, you could have stayed until june. - june, pete yorn

so what if you catch me, where would we land? - fair, remy zero

and if we were walking down a dead end street, would you be the one to let our eyes meet, or would you just keep on walking down to the turn around, 'cause you know i'd be proud ... if you call my name out loud - out loud, dispatch

take a drink right from the hose, change into some drier clothes, climb the stairs up to my room, and sleep away the afternoon - pinch me, bare naked ladies

say, now it's time to ride, to see lovely girls and to not put the moves on them - tremendous brunettes, mike doughty

there's a chill in the air, nobody could care how you're caught up in the fight of your life - heard the world, o.a.r.

now, some of the meaning might be lost when the lyrics are taken out of context ... but you've got the title and artist right there. go listen for yourself. i dare you.

Tournament

i don't watch college basketball all season (except for a terps game here or there) ... then the tournament starts and i become a ball of stress watching box scores on espn. oh, the madness.

Pug

i feel a little weird copying something from google's official blog, so i'm not going to post the picture that prompted me to write this entry, but go here. this little guy was too hard to pass up.

Bug

a friend suggested i do this to my car.



but, i don't know ... i kind of like my trunk space.

Nyquil

so, i've been sick. and i'm not a big fan of medicine, so i rarely take anything. but i haven't been sleeping much recently, so for the last two nights i've gone drinking with nyquil. sure, it helps me breathe more easily and knocks me out for a good couple of hours. however, it also screws with my dreams ... and last night did not disappoint. i don't remember much, but i do recall the following scene from which i awoke clutching my comforter and my heart racing.

i was staying in a hotel, in a tropical place. but the room in which i was staying, belonged to a friend of mine. so, it was like i was crashing at a friend's house, but in a hotel. my friend owned a dog. a big dog. i walked out onto the porch ... for some reason. and as i turned to go back inside, i heard snarling. the dog had broken through the sliding glass doors and was actually gnawing on a huge piece of glass, just staring at me. at this point in the dream, i was now, of course, eye level with the dog ... as if i was coming up through a trap door in the floor of the porch. then the dog lunged and bit into my neck. and he didn't let go. if i moved, i knew he'd rip my throat out ... but how long could i sit/stand there with this dog hanging off my neck? so, i sat/stood there shaking until i woke up.

so, after waking up, feeling my neck to see if it's still there, i, of course, had to think about this dream and figure out why the dog attacked me in the first place. i had a feeling that when i first met the dog, he was nice ... but that because i was entering the house from someplace other than the front door, he was alarmed. and felt he had to kill me? yeah, i don't get it either.

i hate nyquil.

edited for incorrect grammar and misspellings. nyquil does more than give me bad dreams. it makes me an idiot.

Speed Limits

check out this article about a couple of georgia state college students. i'd almost go so far as to call it gutsy. just because i like that word and wanted to use it.