Hi. Hello. Good morning.

Yes, I'm alive.

And I'm stuck in a 9-4 class. This studying thing is really kicking my ass. And if anyone really cared about the temporary abandonment of Giggin' On Ya, I would apologize. But no one cares. Woe is me and all that.

Anyway, during the week the classes only go until about 1 and there are blog posts for me to read every time J. Gardiner Pieper (who is bound to show up in a sex dream one of these days...if I'm lucky it'll be Troy instead though) digresses from the lecture. But today is Saturday, I'm stuck here for 7 hours, and everybody else in the world is enjoying sleep or the nice weather. But fuck them. They are assholes.

And SPEAKING of assholes. I was watching Sportscenter this morning while I got ready for class, as is the usual routine (oh and fuck Skeets & Tas for not being up early every morning for my entertainment purposes...except not really, those guys are heroes and I don't know how they do it). And Stephen A. Smith was BLAH BLAH BLAHing as per usual about how Kobe ain't going nowhere (I tend to agree with that wholeheartedly) and then mentions, hey, he talked to a "top exec" of the New Jersey Nets and they are still trying really hard to re-sign Vince Carter. And...WHY??? I've read rumblings of such things over the past week or 2, but I figured it was just the front office doing good PR things. "Yeah, yeah...we totally want Vince back. He's a great player and uh...we really think he's a key component of our success." But the journalists taking down such quotes? They don't know how to transcribe the follow-up fits of giggles.

Seriously, I have to assume the front office was watching the Nets games all season. And anyone that watched the Nets all season knows that this team ain't going too far w/ VC as their "go-to" guy. And I use the term "go-to" very very loosely. Even IF he "compromises" down from the max he's looking for, it's not worth it. Keeping Vince is actually subtraction by addition. Because guys want to rely on him, then they rely on him, then he lets them down half the time. But comes through JUST often enough that other guys still tend to defer to him when they should be taking things over themselves. Eh...yada yada. It's been like a month and I'm still tired of talking about Vince. I really want him to go away. He's still lingering though, as storyline #1, and you can't just ignore it and hope it goes away. Other than draft prospects, there's always Vince, right there, needing to be discussed. Huh...I guess it's true VC = VD.

Anyhoo. Family law all day. Wooooo.

At some point I posted a very minimally and tangentially related to the Nets video at El Friends. Link here, if you are really that bored.

And, very strange, I went to get a massage yesterday since my neck and shoulders have more or less separated from each other with all the class-sitting, note-typing, library-studying, etc. And, note to all the massage therapists out there (I believe "massage therapist" means they're legit, whereas the "masseuses" are the more...sketchy? ones?)...if you are looking for a nice gratuity, adding a self esteem boost to the massage is a good way to go about it. Like shoot, lady, I'm sure you tell all your clients they have good bodies, but it certainly worked on me. (Seriously, she told me it was like really "strong"? Is that sketch? Or was something lost in translation?) In all honesty though, I'm a big advocate of "do not speak to me while you are massaging." The last time I went for one (4 whole years ago...it's not really my thing I guess) the dude kept making conversation. That was not appreciated, believe you me. Anyway. I don't know why I shared. Probably because no one is stuck at work for me to email with inane stories like that. Deal with it. :)

And uh...yeah. I don't have shit else going on. Social life has come to a screeching halt. Love life is absolutely and completely non-existent. Which is REALLY unfortunate, seeing as how I can't even go out drinking and doing fun things, so it would be helpful to have some late night companionship.... Like once a week, is that SO much to ask? Well, yes, yes it is. I have run out of options. Like completely. At least suitable options. I'm not ready to cry "desperation" or "Craig's List" just yet, kiddies. There are 2 decent looking dudes in my class, but...well, 1 dresses like a European, likely because he IS a European, and the other pops his collar. Dos dealbreakers. (Assuming they're single and would be interested anyway, which, recently, have not been the circumstances.)

Ah well.

I promise to do a fun post soon. If i don't decide to run away to the Cayman Islands or somewhere first, in lieu of continuing this awfulness.

Oh, and FYI...the Nets do seem to be looking for a new cute white boy for me to ogle on the bench this season:

Can YOU tell which one is only 19?

If you can't either, then it's alllllll good.  :)