They interviewed Travis McCoy from Gym Class Heroes on the radio this morning (well, really, the interview was from last night) and here's what I learned:
Really, if he only were willing to share me with Jared Padalecki, we'd be destined for each other.
Poor Brit. I'll admit I liked the song. Maybe she should just stop performing live though? That was BAD.
Saturday was the roller derby championship. My team won, OBVIOUSLY. Woooooo! One of the people in our group (not a player but like, a SPECTATOR, one of my CO-WORKERS) got arrested for fighting. I've never had that happen right in front of me before. it was very exciting. And he's fine and was released later that night and all that other stuff. Too much tension, shouting and beer!
But man, it sure felt good to yell out all my aggressions. I feel so calm now. It's nice.
Sunday I pretty much read "Lean, Mean Thirteen" all day, which I only just fiiiinally got from the library on Saturday. And then I fell asleep on the couch until the VMAs. Whoops.
I had the best dream last night. I was at some sort of camp for adults and I was the only one with a Blackberry, so everyone wanted to talk to me. Also, we danced. And we could FLY.