Again, I don’t have really anything significant but I haven’t updated in awhile so I figure I’ll throw some shit at you and see what sticks.  (Prepare for the shit covering.)

Do clothes really matter that much?  I mean, I was down to a rotation of about 6 shirts that were all worn and ragged and free ND promotion t-shirts.  This weekend I hit the PacSun with Torie and picked up a new set of 4 t-shirts and some shorts.  For some reason, they make me feel better about myself.  Also, I’ve caught girls looking at me.  That doesn’t happen.  Ever.

Check out the band Chester French.  Seriously, these guys kick major ass.

It’s official.  Role Models is my new favorite movie of all time.  Paul Rudd is the most underrated actor in the world and I proclaim my undying allegiance to him right here and now.

Holy fuck it is nice to have some warm weather for a change.  The cold really was getting to me and I was not pleasant to be around those last couple months.

Spring Break kicked ass.  I did nothing of significance.  Yet, it has been registered in my top two all time vacations.

I need new flip-flops.

I weighed myself when I was home and discovered that I have dropped to a mean 174 pounds.  I am very proud of myself considering that I was topping off at about 215 before Christmas break.  Losing 41 pounds in 3 months is pretty damn impressive!  I am back to a 32 waistline and a Medium shirt size.  Neither of which I have even thought of trying on since junior year of high school.  Go me!

Brady’s coming on Friday to spend a whole week at Notre Dame.  I am stoked! I get to spend significant amounts of time with two of my best friends in the world in a span of two weeks.  Fuckin right!

I look good in green and red apparently.  I look not as good in gray.  This disturbs me to no end.

I Love You, Man hits theaters this week.  Totally going on Saturday with Brady.  First movie I’ve been to in a theater since Zack and Miri Make A Porno.  I’m totally due.

First softball game is Sunday.  I’m doing a double header play-by-play solo style.  Should be good times.  The pipes have been rusty.

Apparently, the jeans that I’d been hiding in the back of my closet make my ass look spectacular. This comes from the most reliable source to me. Those jeans are back in the rotation. Also, I’m still obsessed with my ass.

Too many people are getting married.  Quit it.

Dysentery Gary is still my most played iTunes song.  I love me.

I also kinda hate me. But not as much as I did 10 days ago.

I’m totally gonna go take a jog around the lakes now.

Ok, so that’s all my shit.  Go wash yourself now. You smell like shit.