"Grool!"

I love me some Mean Girls. So I'm sitting here, taking a looooong, extended break from study, flipping between the footy (that of the 'Wha-? The boys are trying to win, you say? Well, I never!') and that delightful Lindsay Lohan vehicle that ultimately gave her reason to believe she could run around Hollywood like a crack whore thereafter.

(14 minutes have passed and the boys are down to chasing only 3 points. History-making game right here, y'all.)

Rachel McAdams and her wig are the bomb. And it makes you wish you'd gone up to those Regina Georges in high school and yanked their hair just to see if it too was a wig. Not that I really knew anyone as vindictive as Regina George in high school. Or maybe I did and I'm repressing...no, there were no Reginas. There were definitely Plastics though.

(24 minutes. Trailing by 4. Damn those stupid losers for raising a flare of hope in me!)

In fact, I could probably say I spent an earlier part of high school being part of a Plastics-wannabe group. We weren't in the same bitchy league as Regina George, but we definitely had some Gretchen Weiners's and Karen Smiths.

(27 minutes and it's still by 4. What are they playing at? BASKETBALL CRAP?! Oh Kevin, I miss you.)

Why, oh why, did I waste my time with these insipid twits? I ask myself the same question every now and then, when something arises to stir my memories of those days.

(Oh really? Oh really? 5 points? Full time and Crappy Crows won by 5 points?! What'd they do, basketball it around for 15 minutes only to be able to score a behind? Good job, Radelaide. You have just lost all credibility for letting my boys come THIS CLOSE to beating you and let me tell you, my boys are a pack of whiny sissies, so what does that say about you?!)

I guess the only really good thing about my time as Plastic-wannabe was my fateful discovery of eyeliner. It was bound to happen one day, but being a Plastic wannabe meant I was encouraged to explore Slut Eyes sooner, you know, the better to lord it over the makeup-less nerds and geeks and dorks with (ouch). Eyeliner and I have been BFFL ever since. Clouds and silver linings blah de blah.

(Also, what the fuck? McPhee scored 3? McPhee scored 3?!? What, is it Opposite Day and everyone forgot to tell me?)

Okay, I think I'm pathetically at the end of my blogging tether for tonight. Yeah, I'm disappointed by my effort too.

(Seriously. What. The. Fuck?)