The NBA Finals is a JOKE this year. I've tried to watch a couple games and it's really THAT bad. It seriously is like watching a Varsity beat up and toy with a Junior High squad. It's boring to watch and see how bad Lebron's supporting cast looks. It's even worse to see how bad Lebron is shooting...let alone the types of shots he's taking. The series was over before it began. I've heard some sportscasters say that it would be better if he didn't win a championship the first time he was there, that way he knows what it feels like and drives to never feel like that again. I'm not sure I agree with them, but I understand what they're saying.
I want to get my right ear pierced again. It closed up when I was young because I didn't wear it long enough. B hates earrings in my ears any more, but I want to do it again. Not sure why that popped in my head this morning, but it's been popping up every now and then. Just like the few tattoos I want to get, and the desire to draw even though I have no talent, and the desire to start my own podcast, and the desire to go on more dates with B, and the desire to wish there were more hours in the day so I could do yard work, house work, learn to cook better foods, and the blah blah blah blah blah blah.
Hopefully, Brent and I will be getting our blackberries at work today. Our rep is a joke, and clearly isn't destined to be in customer service. I caught him in a lie yesterday and he was horrible to cover it up even though he tried. Getting those things will be a good and bad thing I'm sure. Good because I can be more productive, bad because I can be more easily reached.
Sharathon, our yearly pledge drive is next Wed-Fri, so things have been chaotic here getting ready for it. It will be insane for those three days, but it's only three days, so I'm not worried. I'm actually kind of pumped for it, since even though we're extremely busy, it's a bunch of fun.
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