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| I just made a deal with my roommate-I uninstall AIM if he stops playing
games on his computer...until April 17th, the day of our Biochem final.
I think a little part of me just died. See everybody in 1 month.
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| This past christmas was all about expectations....and how God blows
them completely out of the water (in a good way). 12 things I
learned on the 12 days I had off (thank you Mary Sue, for giving us such long xmas
vacations...ahem)
12. Pistons games are more fun from the last row. Standing
and giving the obligatory Wolverine Claw is easier that way. And who
says you can't see anything...that's clearly Mr. Nash in the middle.
Although I can't really tell who the other people are. Minor details.
 
11. OSU is like a pinata at a Fiesta. Florida just needs to keep
hitting them until all the goodies come out. There IS justice in the
world afterall.
10. The longer i stay in school and not get a job, the longer my family
will keep giving me money. Actually, i caught on a while ago, but was
made abundantly clear when the working kids got no xmas presents.
9. The inventor of the sweatpant should receive some kind
of award. Such unparalled freedom, comfort and greatness in such a
humble piece of clothing. Delicious.
8. Coffee addiction is real. I swear Starbucks laces their coffee with
Nicotine.I've been clean for 10 days now. But I think I've traded a
coffee addiction for a tea addiction.
7. My sister is a kitchen Nazi: I was demoted from sous-chef to bag
opener. Even my dad fell under her reign..doing the dirty work for her.
6. ....But it gets the job done: Rosemary and Thyme Garlic crusted
Prime Rib Roast cooked medium rare. I made the biscuit and
ready-to-bake christmas cookies (not pictured, but imagine the BEST
Mrs. Fields cookie you have ever had....it looked nothing like that) .
No shame.
(PS. i am in no way condoling Nazism or any other forms of tyrannical facism).
5. Tall, lanky, pale guys CAN play basketball. It may not be pretty,
but it gets the job done. Its all about wingspan. (Why is
Tay always left open around the 3? They should know driving the
ball may be life-threatening to his frail body.).
4. Dwayne > Kobe. Period.
3. Prayer is a powerful tool God has blessed us with. Yet we often use
it desperately and timidly, and rarely pray for truly powerful,
meaningful changes.
2. You don't need to go to a missions conference (like Urbana) for God
to give you a heart for serving the lost. Sometimes just going home
does the trick. Although I want to register for Urbana 09 already.
1. God is faithful in answering prayers, even if it takes 5 or 6 years
to have them answered. But when he does, the timing is
perfection. Delicious.
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| Not a good way to start my morning.
He was actually taking a class in the new Gerald R. Ford school of
Public Policy. I saw him every Tuesday and Thursday as he was leaving
the lecture hall, and I was going in. Even though everybody knew he
was there in class, his presence was legendary yet unassuming. THAT's greatness. Not his
record, not his trophies. His humility. His integrity. His legacy.
A lot of people say the timing was ironic, but I think it's
impeccable. He wasn't planning on going to the game, but now he's
got the best seat in the house. Let's win not for rivarly or
tradition. Let's win it for Bo, because without him we would have
none of that. Hail to the Victor.
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| Yes yes, everybody said the Tigers would win because it was
"destiny"....looks like she stood us up. Congratulations St. Louis, you
earned it. Congratulations Cardinals fans in Detroit, you survived the
post-season in Tiger territory. See you next spring.
Ps. The one good thing to come out of all this is that Tigers
merchandise will soon be on Clearance. Stock up, you'll need it in a
few months. Im so asian.
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| Dear St. Louis,
Don't start celebrating too soon.
We're just playing with your heads, you know, like when a Tiger plays
with its prey before it eats it (do Tigers eat Cardinals? I
suppose they do now). See you in Game 5, 6, and 7.
Love,
Albert
Dear Detroit,
Eenie, meenie, meinie, moe
Catch a Tiger by its toe
The toe that forgot how to field a ball
Love
Albert
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