Hahaha… Notre Dame got hit pretty hard by the Anna Kournikova Virus, but SMC didn’t. Go figure.

Hahaha… Notre Dame got hit pretty hard by the Anna Kournikova Virus, but our sister school St. Mary’s (which is all-female) didn’t. Go figure.

Wow. There’s an article at the Observer about a girl from Howard Hall who was banned from the dorm after breaking parietals. I can’t believe that the punishment is so harsh. I always had the impression that a lot of coed sleep-overs happened on campus, but this makes it sound like they’re really cracking down.

Salon’s music critics pick the 10 most paranoid songs of all time. #7 is “Private Eyes” by Daryl Hall and John Oates, which was the inspiration for my sister’s weblog.

Hooray! It took me about 40 hours but I finally managed to break 10,000 points on Level 2 of Bejeweled. (10,127 to be exact.) I couldn’t get those damn jewels out of my head all last night. I finally figured out the best strategy, though, which seems to be to work up from the bottom so you get maximum slidage and opportunity for combination moves.

Tara D. loves me. She’s the sweetest! And this has to be one of the most elaborate e-cards I’ve ever seen. Make sure you’ve got your headphones on. 🙂

There’s nothin’ like spending $1500 in the space of your lunch hour. But we got our tickets to Oz!

Who didn’t look at their report card and speculate that their teacher was on drugs? Too bad that this one actually was.
 
(To counter the negative teacher story, I’ll offer up a positive as well. Congratulations to Max on winning “Auburn City School System Teacher of the Year”! See, not all of them trade A’s for prescription painkillers.)

Ooh! The one-sheet poster for Bridget Jones’s Diary is out! I’m getting a very good vibe from this film. I read somewhere that they tested it with an English audience and it scored higher approval ratings than any other film, even Notting Hill. I just re-read the book last weekend in anticipation for the movie. I realized, though, that the two males leads are, like, NEVER in the same scene together. In fact, Mark Darcy (i.e. Colin Firth) is barely in it at all! I wonder if his billing before Hugh Grant reflects an enlargement of the role. I hope so. Mmmm, Darcy-licious.

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!
I know it’s commercial and I know it’s stupid, but this is seriously the first year in forever that I’ve had somebody I even wanted to celebrate it with. So be bitter if you must, but don’t rain on my parade. (And special thanks to my Grandpa, whose yearly Valentine always makes me remember that there’s at least one man I can always count on.)