Not gonna lie, I spent a pretty long time working on my brackets. I did 3 of them and thanks to one of my favorite teams since I was about fourteen years old, I am now just about screwed over. UConn is now like the prodigal son…who goes off and marries the stripper from godless San Diego and gets herpes and never comes back. I mean, really guys? SAN DIEGO!! You were supposed to get beaten by UCLA in one of my dream games. And now what? UCLA against
Duke, are you trying to give me a heart attack? You stress me out to the point where I feel like I need a break. However, just like those boys at brokeback mountain…I really don’t know how to quit you, my blue deviled love.
Siena….humph.
Confession: I had absolutely nothing to do right after I graduated high school. I was 17, I was lazy…but so were all my other friends so it rocked. Not to sound too trite, but it was an amazing summer. My friends and I all decided that we wouldn’t totally waste the summer, so we set up stuff to do. We went to the museums just about every day, we watched TV together, we hung out and ate ice cream, we spent days at the parks, we had picnics. Frankly, it rocked.
So, when we weren’t outside we hung out at each others’ (ed. other’s? Help?) and somehow or another we started watching Bug Juice. And holy crap if we all didn’t get addicted to this show and then watch it religiously. Yup, about to go into college and we’re watching a bunch of 14 year-olds in television. My goodness is this show weird to watch, ten years after the fact. Here’s a taste: