Finally the same age as the rest of us!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOJO!!!

<3

Eli and 3A

The Jellicles see a movie...

BABY MAMA = BEST . MOVIE . EVERRR!!!!!

LOVELOVELOVE

I just got back from seeing it with Nancepants (or rather, her neck-wounded ghost) and Fionz and it was so good! Also, fyi: popcorn + sour gummies + diet coke does not equal crazy delicious...it equals stomach ache...

<3,

Eli

PS: Seriously...I wanna buy it right now...

Fact: Jellicles are and Jellicles do Jellicles do and Jellicles would Jellicles would and Jellicles can Jellicles can and Jellicles do

Kalo Pasxa!

Happy belated Greek Easter! 

Xristos Anesti!

<3,

Eli and Jo

Federer is OBVIOUSLY Betterer

For the record, Roger Federer totally should've beaten Rafael Nadal in Monte Carlo...

<3,

Eli (of course)

PS: But props to Ferrari for a 1-2 win in Barcelona! Lewis Hamilton needed to be put back in his place...third place!!

Obit #2!

So...this blog has experienced an unparalleled amount of tragedy since its inception! We've already had Eli die, and now we have recently heard of another casualty in suite 3A...the obit follows

Laughing up to her Last Laugh

Today at approximately morning AM, Nancy Humor fell victim to a freak Hyena accident. On her way back from saying annyong to Annyong, Nance met her demise in the mouth of a fellow predator. Nance spotted the cackling carnivore across the lawn and looked to the skies for the infamous Hawkmadinejad to come to her rescue, but luck was not on her side. She and her hyena nemesis faced off, knowing only one could come out alive...sadly, that one was not Nancy. The hyena dealt her a deadly blow on the neck, severing a rather crucial artery, and leaving her devoid of vital fluids...ew. At that moment, Hawkmadinejad swooped by and stole Nancy's shoe...her last shred of dignity in an undignified exit. Her chortling laughter will be missed.

<3 

Eli 

PS: Cheap Seats on ESPN Classic= BEST NEW DISCOVERY!!!! And yes, that was meant as a double entendre...

BERLUSCONI Watch

So recently my Dad has been sending me emails about Italy's resident insane PM, Silvio Berlusconi. Apparently he has recently gone TOTALLY off his rocker!

Update #1:
Silvio, in one of his speaches to journalists, was asked what needs to be done to reduce women unemploynent in Italy and for young women to receive higher salaries. He said that the best solution is for young women to get married to wealthy boys, like his son for example! He was not kidding. It is amazing that the guy still sticks around in Italian politics. Also, the other day in the news there were comments by Italians that they are looking at examples like Spain and Greece for stable democratic regimes. Really? As a Greek, I KNOW Greece should NEVER be a shining example of a stable democratic regime...

Update #2:
In a recent speech for the election campaign, Silvio said that the left (meaning political parties) does not have a good taste in
women!!!! Whoaaa......this is (apparently) a good argument to never vote for the left. Who wants to vote for a party that does not have a good taste in women? To further convince Italians that his party has good taste in women, Silvio in his political rallies has hired top models to go around the crowd with placards promoting Berlusconi. Who would not want to vote for such a guy with such an impeccable taste in women? Silvio has also been quoted as saying that: "our women candidates are better looking than theirs and there is no contest in the Parliament as to which party has the better looking women parliamentarians." It is amazing that this level of political dialogue takes place in Italy of the 21st century!

In a weird way, it sort of makes me feel better about our current bumblefuck of a President...

<3,
Eli

xoxoxox

The Bubonic Plague strikes the East side of 3A2

So, over the weekend I managed to contract some sort of cold...which has morphed into death. If anybody has any suggestions to combat it, please feel free to let me know. Otherwise, I'm sort of content sitting in my bed watching season 2 of Arrested Development while I really should be in class! 

On that note, I have fallen in love with Arrested Development...more specifically GOB. Like woah. It's probably one of the more hilarious/intelligent shows, and also features Will Arnett (who is all mammal, PS)! Needless to say, watching all 3 seasons of this show is a pretty marvelous way to spend an illness! 

In other TV news, Gordon Ramsay's Hell's Kitchen is back on the air in its 4th season! Basically the main reason to watch it is that it has Gordon Ramsay on it and he looks HOTT when he gets mad. Especially because he is British and everything he says is 50% obscenities...LOVE him! 

Also...THE OFFICE AND 30 ROCK RESUME TOMORROW!!!! I cannot wait!

Anyway, I hope everyone else stays healthy and watches both great shows tomorrow!

<3

Eli

xoxoxox

HAPPY  GREEK  INDEPENDENCE DAY!!!!

H Ellada pote den pethainei!

<3,

Eli and Jo

Holiday Sunday!

Happy Easter!!

Also, Happy National Puppy Day!!

<3

Eli

xoxox

HEAR ME ROAR!!!

MARDY FISH IS DEAD TO ME

xoxox

Eli

MARCH MADNESSSSS!!!

As of yesterday, one of the most exciting events in the sporting world began...MARCH MADNESS!! Needless to say, I am incredibly excited! My brothers and I have each filled out prediction brackets, made a random bracket, and a results bracket...we're uber h-core...

So basically, all that will be on our TV in the near future is basketball...saweet (I am SUCH a man...)!!!

In addition, the semifinals of the Pacific Life Open in Indian Wells, CA are tomorrow, pitting World #1 tennis player/human being Roger Federer (SUI) against Mardy Fish (USA) and World #2 tennis player/Federer's nemesis Rafael Nadal (ESP) against World #3 tennis player/amateur comedian Novak Djokovic (SRB)! I am super excited and will be cheering Federer on like mad! On Sunday, the winners of the two matches will meet to battle it out for the title...BE THERE!

Also...the Formula 1 Malaysian Grand Prix is on Sunday...GO FERRARI!

ALSO...Champions League match: Chelsea vs. Arsenal on Sunday...HUUUUUGE!!! Go Chelsea!

Moral of the story: this weekend, sporting events are going to be stealing the headlines...and they are going to be excellent games, so I highly recommend watching them! You can be sure that my eyes will be glued to the screen every minute (I'm gonna be such a fatty)!

xoxoxox

Eli (Manning?)

PS: Yay for Bill Richardson!

PPS: Also on Sunday, Anderson Cooper + David Beckham on CNN at 7pm = hottest hour of TV ever

PPPS: Happy Good Friday, Happy Purim, and Happy 323rd Birthday to J.S. Bach!!

Guest Blogger from the sky...

Joanna, sorry, but "Eli" as you call her could not respond because she died today...

Today while she was watching Hot Rod with her brother, she laughed so hard and loudly that she was instantly asphyxiated. Therefore, she TOTES trumps anything you just said - sorry...she didn't read the whole thing. She got bored halfway through and remembered she was in heaven and was running late for her dinner date with Kurt Cobain, Heath Ledger, Hercules, and Jesus...so she really didn't care to hear the end. She also figured that if you had also died that she would not see you anyway...

Filakia from your guest blogger,

Hercules (Eli was still asleep, I didn't wanna wake her)

PS: I am SOOOO not a myth...I definitely did those 12 labors...that's right, I'm pretty BA...

PPS: I also put the "glad" in gladiator

PPPS: Achilles looks exactly like Brad Pitt...he totally just got out of the shower...

A Relaxing Weekend...

Well.  It has been an interesting start-of-spring-break.  My parents decided we needed to go away for the weekend to Atlantic City.  To anyone who knows me, this is probably not a big surprise.  So my parents and grandmother got there on Friday, and I joined them on Saturday by getting a ride with one of our family friends who was going.  I shall refer to her as E.  E, it should be noted, is quite an awesome person, and at the same time a disorganized mess, making her all the more amusing.

Anyhow.  We get to Atlantic City Saturday afternoon, eat dinner, see an AMAZING concert (with Sakis Rouvas and Antonis Remos, two Greek singers probably only Eli recognizes).  

So now we move on to this morning.  Now my parents and my grandmother were in a suite on the 21st floor, but I decided to room with E on the 17th floor (because, while I love my grandma, her snores sounds like a lawnmower starting, and really, I'd rather avoid that If I could).  

At approximately 9:30 am, while I'm in that delicate stage between sleep and consciousness, I hear the following message being broadcast: "Do not use the elevators".  The message is followed by an alarm going off, one of the whooping variety, if you can picture that (You know what i mean... whooOOOOOOOOP... whooOOOOOOP... whooOOOOOOP...right?).  Now E, who was even more unconscious than I am, thinking that the ringing from hell that we were hearing was in some way her wake-up call, starts fumbling around trying to turn it off.  As soon as she realizes it's something different, she gets up, crosses to the emergency intercom (or whatever the hell it is), the place the whooping was coming from, and starts looking for a way to lower the volume.  Seriously.  She was trying to turn off the fire alarm.  So it wouldn't further disturb our sleep.

Now, I'm a bit too groggy to think straight, and I'm just kinda thinking the management really fucking hates us and thinks a fire drill on Sunday morning is a great idea.  Then I realize I am in fact, not at my dorm anymore, where false alarms at 3:30 AM, or better yet, when you're in the shower, are quite common.  Suddenly, we hear running outside.  E ambles over to the door, opens it, and even without my contacts, I see a definite glow on the walls.  I jump up, throw on my shoes and a jacket, take a purse, and am screaming at E to get her shit together, because she is running all over the room in a panic, yet not actually doing anything.  So with me in my blue plaid pajama pants, tank top, ballerina flats, and coat, and E literally in her nightie and a black North Face (with no shoes, might I add), we run the hell out of the room, look to the right only long enough to see smoke pouring out of that corner, and some guy running towards us screaming "We gotta get out, we gotta get out now!".  We run to the left, and start flying down 17 flights of stairs with half the floor behind us.  Meanwhile, my cellphone was in my jacket pocket, so I am flipping out, trying to get through to my parents, while literally running down the stairs three at a time.  Neither of them pick up the phone, of course, leaving me to freak out because they are four floors above us.  

So I'm calling out occasionally to make sure E is still somewhere close behind me, then I get to the lobby exit, wait for her, and look behind to see that she is nowhere to be found.  After ten seconds she passes, but doesn't realize that she's already at the exit because she's panicking, and keeps running towards the basement.  A woman that had been running in front of her turns and yells at her "Gurrl, you ain't got no time to be goin' down there!".  So we both fly outside, and turn around to the lobby, to find...people sitting quietly and eating breakfast in the cafe.  Well...they were eating quietly, up until a dozen half-naked people came running out of the stairwell screaming at each other.  At which point there was a fairly good amount of staring and muttering.  E decides, since she somehow grabbed her duffel bag instead of her handbag, perhaps she should go to the bathroom and change out of her nightie. That's how panicked she was upstairs, she grabbed a DUFFEL bag instead of her PURSE, and could not tell the DIFFERENCE.  

So I'm understandably a bit confused, as I just flew down 17 flights for dear life, just to confront a bunch of people looking at me like I had escaped the mental ward at Bellevue.  Security is passing us, not telling us what the hell to do, or what is going on, so we just camp out next to the cafe at the lobby.  At this point, I had called my parents about 10 times each, without a response.  I finally call their room from a hotel phone, just to have my mom pick up on the sixth ring, and mutter a barely conscious "...Hello?".  I flip out at her, telling her there's a fire and where the hell are they, she flips out and says the alarm on their floor didn't go off, and then hangs up.  

My mom yells at my dad, goes and grabs my grandmother out of the shower with the shampoo still in her hair, grabs my dog, who almost chokes on his food (I forgot to mention, he was at the hotel with us too), and somehow my parents manage to get down 21 flights with a dripping wet 83-year-old woman and a 6-year old Maltese in five minutes.  That is, of course, after they spent two minutes running around their floor, trying to locate an exit that was literally eight feet from their door.

So we were quite a group to look at, when we all managed to find each other.

Bottom line is, everything ended up OK, the firefighters put it out, and E and I hung out in my parents suite for the next few hours, until we were allowed to go back in her room so we could get our stuff.  Sorry for a bit of an anti-climactic ending; it would have been much more interesting if the fire was fighting me into a corner, and I had jumped down 17 flights with a most fleeting hope to save myself, and then managed to escape miraculously unhurt by hitting some hanging plants to slow me down and then falling in a garbage truck or something.  But that's not what happened.  Sorry, folks.

So the first two "relaxing" days of my spring break kinda...umm...sucked.  But I can't say it hasn't been interesting.  Here's to a week of (hopefully) actual relaxation!

Happy Spring Break everyone!!

(Top this, Eli.  Heh.  And no making up something about your house flooding either.)

  ~Jo

Spring Break Day 1: Mii so happy!!!

March 14th marks the first official day of spring break 2k8! I'm celebrating this crazy occasion at home in B-town...undoubtedly picking up whatever plague/disease my brother currently has.

To take a break from dodging pathogens, I went out and bought a gorgeous new pair of True Religion jeans...but that was CLEARLY not the highlight of my day...

Today I discovered and became obsessed with my brother's Wii! Having never played before, I decided to give Wii tennis a shot. Honestly, aside from watching pros play tennis and playing tennis myself, it is my new favorite thing! The only problem is, I get waay too into it. 5 minutes in and I'm yelling at the fake Wii line judges a la Johnny Mac...10 minutes in and I'm blaming my seemingly retarded doubles partner for us missing the point (seriously...she just STANDS there!!). Not to mention the fact that I play every shot as if I was, in fact, holding a racket and not a controller...which means I look like a huge tool making every shot with near perfect form...but for a Wii game. And it's only a downwards slope from there. I'm just afraid of coming back from break with a popeye-like right arm from playing Wii too much...

Tomorrow I have an ACTUAL tennis lesson...

TYPICAL

Hope everyone enjoyed the gorgeous weather today!

<3
Eli

xoxoxox

PS: I MISS MY SUITEMATES ALREADY!!! Love you and have a great spring break!!
PPS: HAPPY  Pi DAY!!!

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<3
Jo and Eli