Book Seven.  Who else is as excited about this as I am?  True, while some may find such die-hard excitement and fandom to be pathetic and despicable, I find it highly appropriate and vastly entertaining.  Not to mention cool.  That's right, cool.  I like Harry Potter and I'm not afraid to admit it.  And what's there to be ashamed of anyway?  It was the number one bestseller on the Times bestseller list for so long that Times had to create a separate children's list to give other adult authors a chance at the number one spot.  Beat that, John Grisham.  (Actually, I like John Grisham.  But I like Harry Potter more, of course.)  Besides, they always say the most intelligent people read fantasy and/or nonfiction - romance is reserved for the opposite end of the spectrum.  This information is, of course, based on averages and is therefore subject to inaccuracies... but only in certain cases.

Zoolander.  Finale.  Male model destroys Mac computer.  Enough said.

Clearly he is far smarter than we give him credit for.  How else would he know that a Mac's only purpose is to crash and be destroyed?  This also goes to show that Macs are not user-friendly.  You'd have to be pretty damn PISSED to throw a computer from a second story.  Damn.  What a waste of money - when they bought the Mac I mean.  Throwing it from the second story was obviously the only good use for the product.

You're at the gym.  You're hard-core working out.  You're hot and sweaty and gross and proud of all the fat you just burned off of your ass (because now you can eat ice-cream tonight and not feel guilty).  And then you look over to those ellipticals and what do you see?  Girls wearing make-up and tiny little outfits.  Girls trying to be sexy.  AT THE GYM.  This is not OK.

So today, while I should have been studying for my fun and exciting finals, I was thinking about how amusing pranks are and why nobody ever does any on our campus.  This needs to change.  Right now.