NBA

A friend of mine once told me (after I sprained my wrist), "Basketball is going to be the death of you." (Let's hope she's wrong.) I love April - long weekend, rain, ending of school and most importantly, the NBA Playoffs start. 40 games in 40 nights - like Jesus fasting in the wilderness - and then the Finals on ABC. There's nothing quite like 10 huge monsters running around a hardwood floor beating one another just to get that coveted prize. When the Cavs are playing, it's 9 huge monsters and Lebron - the beast, the steamroller, MVP...that ring will look so good on his finger. Yes, I am a Cavs fan.

School is nearing its end, all the joys of being a second-last year student will be 100% memories. As I sit in the camp, like a Spartan, I look at my sword. Wow, I've done nothing this week. All my classes have ended. The place that once tried to kill me has become a ghost town. All the limers have left and all the studying poeple have glazed eyes and are lifeless zombies walking from class to class to library. Oh well, it's still a good day.

So I'm going to do some work now. All the best in exams and life!