best dating advice ever.

i really should resign my position as a romance columnist for student life, because this comic conveys the best piece of dating advice ever.



amen, t-rex. amen.

too good for the end zone?

i have a pretty high tolerance for unsportsmanlike conduct. dancing, bragging, boasting...very little of it bothers me. professional sports [and even college sports] nowadays are so ridden with the players' egos that i usually just ignore all that dross in order to enjoy the game being played.

yesterday, patrick crayton did something that angered me.

crayton is a wide receiver for the dallas cowboys. near the end of the second quarter of the game against the giants yesterday, he caught a pass, broke a tackle and avoided another would-be tackler at the ten-yard line, and took it for a touchdown.

he didn't even deign to enter the end zone.

he brought the football across the plane of the goal line, gingerly stepped on the goal line, and set the football down in the end zone just over the line. he then walked away and started celebrating with his teammates.

i know it's not against the rules to do that. i know all that matters is that the football crosses the plane of the goal line. but, not actually going into the end zone in that situation just looks lazy and arrogant. the only good excuse for not actually entering the end zone is if someone stuffs the player at the goal line, but he managed to get the football over the line anyway. then, it's not laziness. it's necessity, and it's working hard to gain those extra inches to score the touchdown.

that wasn't the case. no one was pulling him down or even threatening to pull him down. there wasn't a red jersey within ten yards of patrick crayton when he crossed that goal line. it looked like he thought he was too good to actually enter the end zone--an intolerable attitude for a football player at any level.

a memeload of good advice.

taken from hilabeans and starryprplehaze:

Come not between the faceless_wonder and his wrath.

Which work of Shakespeare was the original quote from?

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classes

on wednesday, i have to register for classes next semester.

i just took a look at what they are offering, and there are not thirteen credits worth of classes that i actually want to take. the only class that i am actually excited about conflicts with choir, so i can't even take it. [no class is going to keep me from singing next semester, not even advanced practical criminal procedure.] this is even worse than my last year of college. i literally have to register for thirteen credits of class for the sole purpose of completing my hour and semester-residency requirements.

this is depressing.

it's the most wonderful time of the year.

and, i'm just about as happy about all the garland and ornaments and carols as this kitty is about wearing this hat.



(courtesy of bell_witch, via cat_macros.)