April 13, 2009
Moving Week!
Just wanted to let everyone know that I'm in the process of moving the blog this week, so please excuse any wonkiness. I assure you I am putting aside all the studying for finals that I can in order to play with the new blog, on the new afore-mentioned wireless connection.
Spring break is not coming nearly quickly enough.
Check out the new site here (pardon the dust): thorvalson.blogspot.com.
High falutin' fancy pants.
Ahhhhh. This would be the sound of me, blogging to you from the comforts of my bed. It's amazing how much I could miss out in life if I only kept procrastinating. How long have I been in this apartment? Almost a year and a half? I finally acquired a wireless router yesterday, after putting it off for 17 months due to my presumption that it would cost an ovary. Nay! For a mere $35, I, too, now have the dazzling ability to utilize the interwebs from anywhere in my humble little abode.
I can blog from in my room!
I can blog while sweeping with broom!
I can blog while here or there!
I do, I like this.... wireless internet business.
Also of note: Saturday, April 11th, 2009: The Day I Lost my Baseball Virginity.
How my little heart doth go a-pitter pat. Miller Park and me, we got a good thing goin' on. A little privacy, if you please; we're still getting to know each other.
April 06, 2009
Legend of Pop Stars!
July 10 at the Riverside, baby. No messin'.
April 03, 2009
Am I this boring already? Really?
This is how I spent the last four hours:
Not playing it, mind you, but writing a 13-page paper on the psychosocial, cognitive, and physical developmental stages of this game's targeted age group, as defined by modern theorists of nursing and psychology.
I'll let you take a wild guess where Freud can stick this paper.
p.s. Playing this game, however, is awesome.
March 17, 2009
Let us bow our heads in thanks...
... for it is St. Patrick's Day. And I. Am not. Working. At an Irish bar.
Amen.
Happy St. Patrick's Day. May Ireland recover from their economic roller coaster, may their green hills cease to be plastered with apartment housing á la Suburbia, USA, may the North find a way back to peace once again, and may I have a Guinness tonight, please? Thank you.
"You cannot bomb a million Protestants into a united Ireland." - Garret FitzGerald
