Beef on the hoof

Well huh. It's been a while since I have last blogged. Don't really got an excuse for it. Just been rotting my brain on homework and television shows.

Why do I always join the TV show party late? It's the damnedest thing. I don't know why but ever since The West Wing went of the air I haven't really kept up with a current TV show. Oh wait there was Studio 60. But even then I had to watch some online and not ya know, on the actual boob tube. It's odd. At least I think it is. But I guess I don't feel malnourished in the television sense so I suppose that's good. Though maybe that's what leads me to OD on shows like the CSI franchises since I can watch like seven a day. A recent development to the mix, NCIS. I find it strange.

I also find it strange when complete strangers comment on my blog but hey, it's out there for the world to read.

So uh yeah. It's been a pretty quite week. I can't really think of anything worth sharing. No stupid stories, no rant. Oh no that's a lie! Tuby! The kid(s) who live upstairs! The other morning they were being extra fat. Beef on the hoof as my uncle would call it. At like 330 in the morning I woke up and I swear to god it sounded like two sumo wrestlers were in the middle of a match. My room was shaking. I don't know what they were doing, maybe bowling with kegs, but I was getting to my wits end. Oooooh! They need to superglue felt to their feet and walk on bubble wrap. No wait. That's pop. They need to walk on something that muffles the sound.

No news yet on were my favorite baseball player is going. Le sigh. Hopefully the NL but not central because I'd hate to have to root against him so much. Though then I would see him more...so some place like Pittsburgh would be nice. Or Cincinnati I guess. Just no Cubs. Please.

Ok. I don't have anything else. Keep on keeping on.