The only team I've been supporting for over ten years.
Showing posts with label cowboys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cowboys. Show all posts
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Dallas Cowboys>All other teams put together
Hi.
Hello.
Hi.
Hello.
I haven't commented on anyone's posts for ages, I know-just totally busy, only get time to read them and that's about it O.o
I'm actually supposed to be studying but took time out to do this.
I've put up a small poster of the Dallas Cowboys on my dorm window and everyone who passes by sees it.
A group of guys actually called out, 'Tony Romo sucks!' to me when they saw it.
For those of you who don't know, Tony Romo is the quarterback on the Cowboys' team.
And for those of you who really don't know, a quarterback is like the most important player on the team.
But, for all of you Cowboys-haters out there, the Cowboys won another game a few hours ago.
I should go around wearing my Cowboys shirt, in fact.
Oh, wait, I think I will tomorrow, if it's cold. I don't want to wear a full-sleeves and get all sweaty otherwise.
I've had a tiring week. Studying and going to work-I work six hours a week in the administrative department at Rutgers-no fringe benefits, though, since it's a student job-but yeah-and interviews and playing basketball and sleeping till 2:30 on Sundays.
I have a new obsession. Chinese Bamboo Flute. It sounds so awesome.
For those of you in Pakistan who have YouTube blocked, sorry, ya'll. I'm on YouTube a lot, just to listen to this.
Oh, and before I get back to studying, I had to tell you my roommate story.
So when I found out my housing assignment-as in which dorm I'll be in and what facilities it has-I also got to know who my roommates were and their email addresses.
My apartment was a two-bedroom one with four beds-meaning that two people shared a room.
One was a Chinese, another was an Indian, and a third was Caucasian.
So, I emailed all three, saying hi, who I was, a little background, and that I don't drink or smoke, so if they didn't either, it would be awesome.
The Chinese replied that he was moving to the States for the first time, he did not smoke/drink, but he played the saxophone and would practice. Pretty cool.
The Indian replied that he was originally born in New York, but his family was Indian, and that he did not drink/smoke, but he had a girlfriend and she would be coming over to stay with him on weekends, and if anyone was uncomfortable with that, they should let him know. Still pretty cool.
The Caucasian did not reply and sent a request to change his room-we knew that since it showed on our assignment screens. Hmm...
I wanted to be able to sleep in peace, so I told the Indian that I was uncomfortable being in the same room, and he said it was okay, I could share my room with the Chinese.
Two weeks later, the Caucasian replied that it was cool if the Indian's girlfriend came over, as long as she brought food, and he liked toast, so could someone bring a toaster? Oh, and he wanted us all to go biking whenever we could. Oh, my God.
So, we didn't have the Caucasian as a roommate anymore, but yeahh.
So we didn't know who our fourth roommate was.
I moved into the apartment first and picked the room in the corner and the bed in the corner, next to the window, and all that.
The Chinese moved in a few days later.
The Indian came and left his stuff, said he'd move in after the weekend.
Then on Saturday morning, while both my roommate and I were asleep, the door to the apartment opened and this huge African American guy walked in, talking on his phone. I woke up and went like, who on earth are you??
Turns out, he was our fourth roommate.
If that story didn't make you laugh, then I probably didn't make it sound funny enough.
But I hope ya'll have a good week! :)
Hello.
Hi.
Hello.
I haven't commented on anyone's posts for ages, I know-just totally busy, only get time to read them and that's about it O.o
I'm actually supposed to be studying but took time out to do this.
I've put up a small poster of the Dallas Cowboys on my dorm window and everyone who passes by sees it.
A group of guys actually called out, 'Tony Romo sucks!' to me when they saw it.
For those of you who don't know, Tony Romo is the quarterback on the Cowboys' team.
And for those of you who really don't know, a quarterback is like the most important player on the team.
But, for all of you Cowboys-haters out there, the Cowboys won another game a few hours ago.
I should go around wearing my Cowboys shirt, in fact.
Oh, wait, I think I will tomorrow, if it's cold. I don't want to wear a full-sleeves and get all sweaty otherwise.
I've had a tiring week. Studying and going to work-I work six hours a week in the administrative department at Rutgers-no fringe benefits, though, since it's a student job-but yeah-and interviews and playing basketball and sleeping till 2:30 on Sundays.
I have a new obsession. Chinese Bamboo Flute. It sounds so awesome.
For those of you in Pakistan who have YouTube blocked, sorry, ya'll. I'm on YouTube a lot, just to listen to this.
Oh, and before I get back to studying, I had to tell you my roommate story.
So when I found out my housing assignment-as in which dorm I'll be in and what facilities it has-I also got to know who my roommates were and their email addresses.
My apartment was a two-bedroom one with four beds-meaning that two people shared a room.
One was a Chinese, another was an Indian, and a third was Caucasian.
So, I emailed all three, saying hi, who I was, a little background, and that I don't drink or smoke, so if they didn't either, it would be awesome.
The Chinese replied that he was moving to the States for the first time, he did not smoke/drink, but he played the saxophone and would practice. Pretty cool.
The Indian replied that he was originally born in New York, but his family was Indian, and that he did not drink/smoke, but he had a girlfriend and she would be coming over to stay with him on weekends, and if anyone was uncomfortable with that, they should let him know. Still pretty cool.
The Caucasian did not reply and sent a request to change his room-we knew that since it showed on our assignment screens. Hmm...
I wanted to be able to sleep in peace, so I told the Indian that I was uncomfortable being in the same room, and he said it was okay, I could share my room with the Chinese.
Two weeks later, the Caucasian replied that it was cool if the Indian's girlfriend came over, as long as she brought food, and he liked toast, so could someone bring a toaster? Oh, and he wanted us all to go biking whenever we could. Oh, my God.
So, we didn't have the Caucasian as a roommate anymore, but yeahh.
So we didn't know who our fourth roommate was.
I moved into the apartment first and picked the room in the corner and the bed in the corner, next to the window, and all that.
The Chinese moved in a few days later.
The Indian came and left his stuff, said he'd move in after the weekend.
Then on Saturday morning, while both my roommate and I were asleep, the door to the apartment opened and this huge African American guy walked in, talking on his phone. I woke up and went like, who on earth are you??
Turns out, he was our fourth roommate.
If that story didn't make you laugh, then I probably didn't make it sound funny enough.
But I hope ya'll have a good week! :)
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