There’s a week and a half left of classes.

I have three finals, two papers, and one draft of my senior thesis keeping me from my winter break. Not a walk in the park, but also not an all time high as far finals week frenzies go.  But yet, here I sit, far too enamored in this week’s episode of What Not to Wear to even think about getting any of this work done.

This is not stuff worth procrastinating. It requires no freak outs, no massive amounts of brain power. These papers are not worth the all-nighters they will result in if I leave the researching and the writing until the last minute. They are not worth the caffeine induced frenzy I will face the morning after just to get through classes. I should focus, and buckle down, and power through so that I can be done with it. But yet, here I sit, watching Stacy London argue for wedges over flip flops.

It’s time to face the facts: I have senioritis.

I remember the symptoms from the last trimester of senior year in high school. Lack of motivation. An unwillingness to go to class. The desire to sleep through every single one of my professor’s well intentioned lectures. Reading for classes is a nuisance. Getting up in time for class is a struggle. I have no desire to accomplish anything ever…

Okay, so maybe most of those symptoms aren’t exactly restricted to senioritis.  But right now, they’re amplified. Procrastination is a part of every student’s life, but lately I’ve made it into an art form. I know that I should do these papers, go to class, finish out the semester, graduate, but right now I’m just having trouble seeing the point of it all.  Because frankly, I really, really don’t want to. With graduation comes responsibility, real life, a weekend that doesn’t include Friday’s off, and days that don’t include time slots for naps and Facebook stalking. So I should embrace the chance to be irresponsible while I can, right? Read More »

Transform any website, myspace page, or URL into a ghetto language. Think Snoop Dogg meets blogging. A new website, www.gizoogle.com, will do this simply with an easy copy and paste.

I experimented with a friend’s college volleyball team profile and the results were impressive.

This is what it originally said in her player bio:“Played in 11 matches…posted a career-high two kills against Evansville on Sept. 27…recorded first two blocks with a block assists against Indiana State on Aug. 27 and one against Michigan on Nov. 11.”

This is what gizoogle.com transformed it into:“Played in 11 matches…posted a brotha two kills against Evansville on Sept. 27…recorded first two blocks wit a blizzay assists against Indiana State on Aug . Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. 27 n one against Michigan on Nov . Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. 11 like this and like that and like this and uh.”

It’s definitely entertaining and forces you to wonder at the marvels of modern internet. To gizoogle any website, simply:

1. Go to the original page and copy the URL.

2. Go to www.gizoogle.com and paste the URL into the box.

3. Rediscover the new and improved ghetto page.