Are you on a retarded soccer team?

I got some wool socks today. It's like the coolest fucking thing ever. Light, comfy, warm, cool (seriously), breathable, and they don't smell even after sweating a whole bunch. I cannot recommend them highly enough. I cannot recommend this website highly enough either.

My responsibilities as a jazz band member require me to actually do stuff sometimes, and tomorrow I'm going to a jazz band competition. So I'm supposed to be at school at 7, right? Well, my sister, who is a time Nazi, and who has been known to tell me between 3 and 10 or more times before something exactly what time we have to leave, thinks otherwise. This is generally about half a efing hour before we really have to leave, and I'm sure tomorrow will not disappoint. Great, I love being at school for 9 hours.

Ever notice how certain words or phrases make no sense when you think about them? Like specialized...what the hell. That is the stupidest name ever for a brand. The back cover of cycle sport with Paolo Bettini this month illustrates this rhetoric well:

1) What those things on his arms? Correct me if I am wrong, but I think they are radiators. For sure a great way to advertise bikes, by comparing a human to a car.
2) There also appears to be some sort of medieval armor on his shoulders...
3) His arms are either: In aero bars, which is supid because its not a time trial bike
Dangling out in space (literally), because there are no handlebars at all
4) His leg says "I am specia"

It would be nice if their jacket said "specialized bicycles" or something, not just specialized, because someone actually asked me if I was on a retarded soccer team.

"Yes" I replied...while silently, yet profusely cursing the retarded soccer team's clothing designers.