Note to self: First, get your name legallychanged to "Ross." Second, purchase generic high school cross country t-shirt. Subsequently, scratch off the "C" in "Cross." Finally, walk around Grounds declaring that everyone is in my territory, via my chest. Yeah, that'd be sweet.
With a debut album including "It's Time to Party," "Party Hard" and "Party 'Til You Puke," it becomes shockingly clear that Andrew W.K. is the greatest composer on earth.
Observant users noted this week that the facebook announced it had plans to expand down to high schools. Even more observant users noted that ever since I got a friend request from a 2009er back in May, the facebook had already expanded to high schools.
The Cavalier Daily reported yesterday the "Historic Corner district may expand." Apparently, they're building all sorts of apartment buildings and whatnot. Rumor has it they're also installing an actual corner.
Personally, I really enjoyed the fireworks show at the end of Saturday night's victory over Western Michigan. If we'd lost the game, though, it really wouldn't have been the "fireworks atmosphere." Unless, of course, U.Va. had a plan to spell out "Better Luck Next Time" in glowing phosphorous.
While on the topic of the football game, it's important to reiterate some unspoken rules of the game. First of all, folks in the front rows: For the love of God, turn around, face the rest of us and start a wave.
Folks in the back: Throw paper airplanes down, preferably with messages inside them such as, "Hey, front row: Start a wave."
Folks in the middle: It's your job to 1) keep an eye out for waves and 2) get beaned in the back of the head with paper airplanes with messages written inside them.
Also, I'd be remiss if I didn't comment on the game's halftime show. Seriously, whoever was in the bull costume needs to send me an e-mail immediately. I have big ideas for Halloween. Let's just say it involves you two, a bucket of blue paint and a Paul Bunyan costume. Of course, there is the matter of who gets stuck with the back end of the bull. :::Eric does the "Not-It" motion:::
One thing I've noticed is that lately it's become the fashionable thing to officially call the University's honeymoon period with the new O-Hill to an end. Everyone's begun bashing the new layout or some other aspect about it, and because I haven't, I feel like I've missed the boat. So, to not be caught off guard for the next time, I'm issuing the following statements about University construction projects well in advance: