There's a first time for everything

Well I have to say that I'm glad U of I lost. No offense to the team but I was sick and tired of everybody kissing their ass (coughChicagoTribunecough). I hope they do well in the tournament (at least until they play North Carolina) but I'm thankful the perfection thing can be put to rest. Now once the local media stops slitting their collective wrists over this loss, we can get ready for some March Madness!

A while back I got an unsolicited and anonymous instant message informing me that I was, in fact, hot. I was confused, as this rarely happens to me. Well as it turns out the giver of said compliment, "Drew," also offered certain, uh, favors any time I wanted them. Well let me just say I blocked that guy faster than Tyson Chandler blocks a 5'10" point guard. I don't know where he got the impression that he did, but I think "Drew" needs to go get his gaydar fixed. Anyway, the reason why I'm bringing this up is because I think I know who may be behind that message. There is this guy I've seen a few times in passing in the parking garage who I'm pretty sure is a computer science major (and, hence, would have seen me around). Whenever I've passed him he's flashed this big smile and said, "Hi!" I've always wondered why he does this, as I've never met the man in my life. It hit me today, though, that this may be the creepy instant messenger. I guess it doesn't really matter one way or the other, but if this is true then it would at least explain these two bizarre situations.

(Not that there's anything wrong with that.)

-Mark