And when Zak finished Sara's song, Sara clapped.

The Sportscenter anchors sometimes throw in song and movie references when they're doing highlights. Most of them are popular, like "Say hello to my little friend!" or "To the window, to the wall!" For a while, one of them would say "On a Peavey amp in 1984," which is a line from the song "Zak and Sara" by Ben Folds, the same song from which the subject line comes. I forget who said it, but he has since stopped saying it, probably because the producer told him that it was too obscure. I just think that's funny, because I got it the whole time.

Now that I'm finished explaining the orny of the subject line, I'll tell you a funny story.

I was laying in bed, reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince when Trish came in my room. Trish is our cleaning lady, whose laugh is almost as annoying as her head is empty. Her laugh sounds like one of those evil "Mwa-ha-ha" laughs that all the bad guys have. And she laughs way too often, like when something she says isn't completely negative. "I see you finally woke up (annoying laugh)." "You eating breakfast?" she asks. "Yes," I quietly respond. She laughs. What's funny about eating breakfast?

Now, I don't appreciate people coming in my room if I actually like them, so you can imagine the anger that arose to see her tiny head poke through my unlocked door without even a knock. My anger subsided a bit when I heard what she had to say.

"I think I found your class ring."

Yes, my class ring. I know you probably think I didn't get one, but I did. I lost it before senior year started, and I most likely wouldn't have worn it even if I hadn't. I can't wear jewelry of any kind, even a watch.

Anyway, she placed a small gray jewelry box on my desk and walked out of the room, but not before feeling the need to open her mouth and laugh again. I pick up the box, open it, and sure enough, there it is. A piece of metal I had not seen in almost two years.

Now what do I do with it? My mom wants me to keep it, as like a souvenir or something. I'm thinking, "Fuck that, I'm pawning this bitch. Then I'm using the money to buy me some chronic." I told her, "Whatever." I don't know, maybe I will keep it. I can wear it to our class reunion or something. Has Fontainebleau even had a class reunion yet?

Anyway, in the words of one horrible comedian, that's my story, and I'm sticking to it.