Go XU!
Emm, India, and I were watching the rally as the basketball players load the bus and head off to Atlanta (Sweet 16 games!) from my sixth floor window. The fans and cheerleaders were doing the school chants, and at one part they were spelling something. I turned to Emm and asked her what they were spelling. "Umm, Xavier?!" Yeah. I'm dumb.

Another dumb moment from this afternoon - I'm flipping through Maxims for a psych report on media influences on finding "The One." Some of my guy friends swear that there are articles like this in Maxim. I guess they really do lie when they say they buy it for the articles... so far the only article I found that was longer than a paragraph was titled "Sword Swallowing," and it was written by a woman.

*Rolls Eyes.*