Let's Give 'Em Somethin' to Blog about...

I have facebook status/twitter envy. How dare you tell me you're taking a nap when I'm at work! I do not want to hear that at 11am you're sippin' margaritas by the pool when I'm answering my 18th call about how close you have to be to the school to keep from having to live on campus your first year. (It's within 30 miles, just in case any of you were wondering)

But seriously, I love facebook, and I love Twitter. Why? Because it's like a legal form of stalking. And I can tell myself that Neil Patrick Harris (doogie houser) will someday reply to my reply:

mindabelle@therealnph made my early-bird morning with this insane goose.http://bit.ly/EBzW

Ok so the link NPH posted is pretty amusing (it is...watch it. that bird is scary). I just had to tell him. Even though he has no IDEA who I am. Whatev. So yesterday I decided to twitter everything I did for 1 hour. And this is what it looked like:

what if I twittered everything I'm doing for the next hour.
I'll start now. Typing.

11:15 AM Mar 31st

drinking water.
11:15 AM Mar 31st

still drinking water.
11:16 AM Mar 31st

checking out other people's twitter pages and pretending
I know them.
11:20 AM Mar 31st

working on some important work for well, work.
and now answering phone.
11:24 AM Mar 31st

just helped a potential student and feeling pretty good about myself. <-- I really did
11:30 AM Mar 31st

filling out time sheet.
11:37 AM Mar 31st <-- It appears as though I filled out my time sheet for 20mins. I cannot confirm or deny that.

Working
11:56 AM Mar 31st

sending timesheets to Aycock hall. heh. Aycock.
11:58 AM Mar 31st

calling important people on my work phone -not my mother.
(I was calling my mother )
12:06 PM Mar 31st

taking a little "twitter" break. <-- AKA potty break. What? I was doing my hair for bowling
12:09 PM Mar 31st

back from my "twitter" break. Times Up! Wow, that was
one exciting hour in my life.
12:16 PM Mar 31st

Can't wait to shame EVERYONE with my mad bowling skillz!!! (i say skillz because this is serious buizness, and I use 3 !'s bc I mean it)

12:17 PM Mar 31st


At the end of the hour I looked back at all my accomplishments and realized how awesome I am.

However, my prediction of showing my "mad bowling skillz!!!" was actually a farce. (wow, I really just quoted myself in my own blog.) I did not do well. I did not bowl in the same vicinity as well, but at least I still have my good looks right? Wrong! I definitely broke a nail! What will I ever do about my hand modeling career?


Most importantly.... the bowling alley has amazing fried zucchini. And those are the rewards of being a loser. You can not care and eat your fried zucchini while nursing your busted thumbnail.

So I started wondering today. Who was like, "hey? let's grease up this flo' right hun and thro dis rock down it? " I was so interested (or bored) that I looked up the history of this "sport" (i say sport...because you can obviously get hurt...look at my thumb!) and this is what is says:

History of bowling

The history of bowling can be traced to ancient times. How did it evolve into the game we love today? Here's a short history.

In the 1930’s, British Anthropologist Sir Flinders Petrie became the first to discover evidence of a bowling-like game. He found ancient objects in a child’s grave in Egypt

that were allegedly used for a primitive form of the game.

What? Are you kidding me? Egyptians were throwing around bowling balls...

The first written mention of a bowling-like sport can be traced to the year 1366 in England

. Allegedly King Edward III outlawed the game in order to keep his troops focused on their archery practice, but it was most certainly in vogue (and legal) during the reign of King Henry VIII.

Not to continue to bore you with the details but if you care to read on, click HERE

Wow, I'm lame.

So after last night, and my tragic battle fought and lost with the bowling ball, I'm going to get my nails "did" today. What? Matt pays for it. Why? I have no idea...I guess he's just trying to further my hand model career? Maybe he still feels guilty for eating my bon bons? He's weird. So I hope all of you have a happy first of April. I'm off to the chop shop to get my dignity back!