Take me home, country roads, to the place, I belong: West Virginia!
The annual Princeton Review listed its top party schools yesterday and WVU is #3 on the list, which I’m sure pisses the head honchos of the university off to no end. So we’re ranked #3 in party-ness and #5 in football. Not bad, not bad… :) Friends from Pittsburgh would come down to visit me and totally think that, because we’re from a city w/ clubs, bars and such, they could handle a weekend in middle-of-nowhere Morgantown, but Morgantown kicked their ass every time. And they loved it.
Blah. It’s such a dreary day. I have a difficult time getting out of bed in the morning as is, but then to add heavy clouds and rain on top of everything, I’m just about screwed.
I called my brothers yesterday to tell them that a) they are the beneficiaries of my life insurance policy and b) it’s not an amount worth killing me over. Jason thanked me for “thinking of me in your time of death” and Gregory told me that Jason and I are the beneficiaries of his life insurance policy. If Gregory and I both die an untimely death, Jason’s going to make out like a little bandit!
I just read an article about the best and worst commercials of the year. According to a survey, the best is the one w/ the happy California cows, which I personally think is retarded. And the worst is for HeadOn, some headache medicine thing. The commercial shows a woman standing in a studio applying HeadOn to her head, while a voiceover says “HeadOn: Apply directly to the forehead” over and over and over. Seriously. That’s all it does. If you haven’t seen it, you’re not missing anything.