I went to bed at ten and got back up at one. I love my effed up sleep schedule. I probably won't get back to bed until seven. I wonder if Cory's roommate is having another orgy, even as I sit here.
To pass the time, trying to seduce sleepiness back into my life, I am playing on Hot or Not, everyone's favorite BS website! Too bad I use my own ranking criteria.
If I can't see your face, you get no more than a three. Stereotypical "preppy college boy" pose (beer bong, Abercrombie billboard, etc) you get no more than a five. Usually they get a one Out of focus, really low resolution, bad lighting no more than a seven Good hair is a +2 bonus (Is this starting to sound like an RPG?)
Anyone else have a unique way at looking at the HorN pics?
Shouldn't there be a time frame on how long after high school you can still use your senior picture? I'm thinking no more than three years, then you either have to get portraits redone, or LEARN TO USE A FRICKIN CAMERA. I just laugh at all these people who post their senior pic (still at HorN), with the early nineties hair, acting like it is current.
I think back to my senior pics, when I had hair halfway down my back. I have them locked away where people will never see them! I'm usually not one to evangelize my lifestyle choices, but I think this is one area where people can learn from my example.
1. I hate when HorN gives you the same picture more than once. I feel like it is testing me for pre/post validity. My psych majorness rearing its head, I guess.
2. Okay, I'm convinced that CMT just has one night tape. I swear these are the same videos I saw the other night when I was up this late. And it isn't like these videos are super current, heavy rotation either. The Dance, There is no Arizona.
I'm going to try to post this pic, to see if I can show stuff from HorN
I love German Shepards. We had two when I was very young. I miss them.
I love life's simple pleasures. A shower with nice water pressure, where I can rest my cheek on the cool tile, feeling the hot water hit my neck and slide down my back, is definitely a reason to get out of bed in the morning. I guess I shouldn't use morning in my case, as I didn't shower until after 3p. Grin
So, while in the shower, as usual, I had more thoughts. I seem to do my best thinking in there. Maybe I do it on purpose, so I can spend more time under the jets.
Anyway, my thoughts turned back to Broken Hearts Club, how I loved this movie from the first scene the first time I saw it.
It's all about the definition of the meanwhile.
Back in the day, when I worked at the grocery store(1995-1997), when I was only out to a few people, I invented my own version of the meanwhile, years before meanwhile meant Meanwhile.
I called it Life Sucks. Whenever one of my coworkers who were in on the LS tip or I said LS, we would all scan the store for the piece of Man Candy walking by. Since we worked service counter, we had a great view of most of the store. We later changed it to "What a Day!" as it was more customer friendly (old ladies tend to get an uptight look when you say suck).
I thought we were the only people in the world who had a code for Check Out That Man! It's nice to know that we weren't alone.
The odd thing is, I still say Whatta Day. Old habits die hard.