Tuesday, July 20, 2010

My Mouse is Wicked Smaht

SOOOOO I'm updating the blog in my living room right now, and who have I seen 3 times in the past hour alone? Justin! Now you're probably asking yourself, who is Justin? Is this some smokin hot New England guy that keeps dropping by our apartment? Nope. Justin is the little mouse that just will not die. 

Maybe mice in such close vicinity to Harvard and MIT (and obviously BU) are smarter than ordinary mice, because we've had a mousetrap out for almost 3 weeks and I have legitimately seen Justin waltz by that thing a number of times. He's not only too smart for cyanide, he's a bold little rodent. This guy saunters around the kitchen in broad daylight looking for fallen lucky charms. I scream at him, he runs back under the oven or fridge, and comes right back out 20 minutes later. I think we're going to try different traps...or a trip from the one and only Jackson...
In other news, I joined a boxing gym in Boston...in South Boston! Hopefully I won't have to use any combos I learn walking between the T and the gym. I mean, really.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Tell me lies, tell me sweet lil Julys

Thank GOD the World Cup is over. I mean really, I could only take so much more preaching from dudes on Boylston street about how rewarding it is to be a soccer fan during this whole thing. I'm sorry, the only sports to me that are worse to watch than soccer are golf and figure skating. The truth is that the only people who are soccer fans are former soccer players and people who studied abroad in some soccer-crazed country. And that makes things even worse because I apologize, but I really can't listen to you analyze boring soccer games AND explain to me how Barcelona changed your life your junior year, alright? People said to me, "But Mego, don't you want to cheer for team USA?" And I said, "Abso-fuckin-lutely! That's why we have TWO seasons of Olympics every 2 years. So I can watch snowboarding and basketball."

I understand what it's like for these poor soccer bastards. I played lacrosse and 85% of Americans don't care about that sport, but I don't pretend like something's wrong with them because they're not into it. There's a reason why most Americans get over soccer when they hit high school, that's all I'm sayin. And seriously, NEVER let those South African horns invade any sporting event again. Listening to those things was actually worse than listening to Lebron talk about all he's done for the city of Cleveland. Lebron? Thanks for ruining the NBA just when it was getting interesting again. In the words of Forrest Gump, That's all I got to say about THAT.

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Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Shit My Roommate Says

Alaska is a very bright (and not ginger-wise) young woman with much to offer the city of Boston. That being said, she says some questionable shit:

"What's Rondo's last name?"

"Where's Ronaldo?" (During a Celtics game, when Rondo was benched)

"I actually like the smell of dead mice"

"Wait, Drake does his own reenactments?" (Confusing a televised concert with a reality show)

Me: We're going to Harp, it's a bar by the Garden.
Cab Driver: Okay-
Alaska: The Public Garden?
Me: No, no the basketball one...you know the TD Bank one? The Boston Garden?
Alaska: Mego, you can just call that the Garden.

"It's not that I can't swim, I learned to swim in saltwater. I just sink in freshwater. Like a pool."

Alaska: You would describe me as someone who doesn't follow sports? I was an athlete!
Me: Alaska, you couldn't name any Celtics.
Alaska: Ray...
Me: Allen.
Alaska: Yeah, Ray Antwon!

"Guess what, he used to be fat too!"