Everyone should be this easily amused.

Another fire alarm, another fifteen minutes spent in the courtyard.

However, after this one, my phone plays the most cheerful version of Bye Bye Bye ever during incoming calls, as if the irony alone didn't make me giggle.

But then! I checked out some more tunes. Rock Your Body sounds fantastic, as does Oops, I Did It Again, but not so much Baby One More Time. Their Cure selection is surprisingly extensive, and there's even some Air Supply!

Ringtones are outrageous fun, yo.

Just as I begin to despair about journalism...

My Reporting professor starts class with a story about a three-year-old's run-in with a rooster that turned into a satire of the formulaic police news story. There *is* creative writing in journalism! You wouldn't have known it from my lab section though.

I find it amusing that just a day after GIPing this Justin icon, new pictures surface where he's not only mingling with JC and Joey but growing his hair back. I'd get heady with my cosmic powers, but my ego's not nearly as healthy as everyone seems to think. Props to him on pulling double duty on SNL this weekend, too. No small feat, and how exciting, eh?

Yesterday's headiest bit of amusement, with credit to babygotbass:



There was lots and lots of laughing. Nothing like 80s music and a little ingenuity.

Wayne Brady was a real treat. Not only did we get Joey (by the way, I have a bathing suit in that shirt's pattern, which you know totally came from the Lance Bass for JC Chasez clothing line) but also a tour of Dr. Pepper High! Lots of fun. Joey looked fantastic (longer hair! He needs it for the show but eee!) and happy and Grease! His second production of it with the same director, about fifteen years apart, and how cool must that be for those who were there for both? Can't wait.

More fun with ringtones: They had Clubbed to Death and Bittersweet Symphony as well, interesting choices though not terribly practical. Highlights included Don't Stop Til You Get Enough, Copacabana, Faith *and* Father Figure, Heaven Is A Place On Earth (and dude, that's so begging for badfic right there), and I'm Too Sexy. Why they chose to go with the intro and not the chorus of Like A Virgin is a mystery and a real shame.

WebCT seems to be down, which means I get to wing the Stats test tonight without having watched a single lecture. I'm currently giving thanks to my kickass grade in that class to date and hope that managing a 94.3% on Sunday's quiz is a good sign.

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Note to self: sketch cracktastic Groundhog Day fic idea. Resist NaNoWriMo at all costs. Track down a copy of Bonfire of the Vanities. Resign yourself to not going to Houston. No, really.

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