You're just mad cause I tell it how it is and you tell it how it might be
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
uh, crap?
i'm looking over my paper and realizing that none of the shit i just typed makes any sense. the stuff that's barely sensible is commonsensical stuff that i took out of the book. i'm forcing myself to stay awake by listening to disney music. fuck it. i only need two more paragraphs. so much for revision.
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theres no way i'm finishing the 15-some odd chapters in charlotte temple for english 470. i hope i don't have a quiz tomorrow. i'm too busy working on this discourse transcription analysis for godforsaken english 305. yeah, i put it off til the last second, but this is what college students, let alone english majors, do. i finished the first two phases of the paper; now i'm on the final one, which is writing a 1 1/2 - 2 (clearly, i'm writing just barely 1 1/2) page analysis. its doesn't sound bad, except that the 1 1/2 - 2 pages is SINGLE SPACED. who asks for single spaced pages? this is college man! but first, because i've hit a wall, i need to warm up. my mind usually works better after i've been writing on something, particularly the blog. my mind also usually works better while i'm listening to techno of some sort, but the stuff tends to come out disjointed. so right now i'm listening to the current favorite, mims - this is why i'm hot. the song is the same shit over and over again, but its an incredible club song, and like the guy in the song says, "i don't gotta rap, i can sell a mil sayin nothin on the track." nuff said.
so i'm gonna type random shit to get my mind fired up. let's see how many tangents i can go off of:
i want to go to the bar tomorrow. or the club, whatever. ricks is a combination of both. i've burned lots of money at the bar/club scene already and i haven't even gone often enough yet to consider it a regular thing. shit. oh well. at least the sun is out. but it's raining. fucking bullshit. april showers may bring may flowers, but they piss me off nonetheless. i'm not a chick, i don't need flowers. i can just buy some from a fucking florist. of course, the last time i did that, it was a complete waste of money.
(those roses deserved better.)
in the midwest they take it slow.drive slow homie. foreigners, particularly british, think americans speak english too fast and our speech is too cluttered. at least we don't call fries chips. and thank goodness we don't call french fries freedom fries anymore. i just fucking call them fries.
another very good song that i haven't heard yet in the club that would be great for it is freakyby juelz santana. i just want to blast this shit in my car. last time i saw alan branch in the club and sohail regularly sees football players there. i wonder who'll be next? adrian arrington shaking his ass at the club? oh wait, he got kicked off the team so it doesn't matter.
good, let's get the boat rockin'. rock the boat, don't sink the ship. shortie, take your pick, who you leavin with?
ok, we ready
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spring break fucked me not only academically, but physically as well. per usual, since i was so close to having a six pack, i had to hit a wall. i could see the damn muscles formed under a very thin layer of fat in my stomach, but since spring break, with a combination of marijuana, a terrible diet, a lot of alcohol, and lack of fitness, i'm down now to a two pack. getting the lower abs to be cut is the absolute hardest part of a six pack routine, and any rippedness i had there is now gone.
i'm disappointed primarily because it's only been a matter of a few weeks. i've legitimately had little time to work out, and when i have, laziness and nagging minor injuries have prevented me from hitting the gym. i've gotten some time in the ccrb sporadically, and i still hold myself to good general fitness and in better shape than most people, but considering this is a country based on obesity, it's not such a big accomplishment. most of my time in the gym has been playing ball, and while it's a good workout for the entire body, i want to improve on my distance endurance and i need to hit the weights more. i can run multiple games of basketball without getting too winded, and considering the fact that i want to get a tattoo when the school year ends, i need to get my arms in good shape.
i guess there's always the summer (four LONG weeks away) to work on my abs, but i can't but help feel disappointment for slipping so much when i was so close. i guess it's more of a driving force to not do so the next time and to make sure a six pack is absolute.
"indeed i do repent, from my soul: but while discretion points out the impropriety of my conduct, inclination urges me on to ruin." - charlotte: a tale of truth
on march 7, 2007, steve rogers aka captain america was shot fatally in the back (and three more times for good measure) after surrendering to authorities. his anti-registration faction/resistance movement stance clashed with the pro-registration movement that would allow superheroes to act as law enforcement and also military authority. he saw this as unpatriotic and un-american and so he led a battle against the pro-registration authorites that ultimately led to his death.
yeah, i used to love comic books as a kid. spider-man was the shit, but a lot of other comics were good too. i bought superhero video games, action figures, graphic novels, novels, board games, backpacks, POGS, and had birthdays with superhero themes. i haven't read a comic book probably since middle school, but the movies have kept me in the universe and also when dramatic events like this happen, it's likely to cause a public uproar. events like these are on such a grand scale that i first found out about captain america's death as the new york times front page headline story.
there's no fear, however, that by some magical turn of fate captain america will be back. superman died by the hands of doomsday and came back, batman was paralyzed by bane and nearly killed by his batman replacement, azrael, and spiderman died too, except that it turned out to be his clone, scarlet spider. as much as writers, creators, artists, etc. may want to let a character's persona live forever through their death, ending such an important franchise is hard to do. like athletes who can't walk away from the game, these people have known this comic character all their life and so abandoning them suddenly is more than likely out of the question.
not to mention that there's a captain america movie coming, so it's very unlikely he's permanently dead. they'll find some incredible healing machine to impossibly remove the bullets from his body or something.
part of the college experience, if you go to a school of respectable athletic measure, is to randomly run into the athletes around campus. i hung out with one basketball player during orientation, another one played on my IM football team, and graham brown lived in my apartment last year. i randomly met one of the all-ammerican male gymnasts playing ball one time, and once an unnamed former roommate drunk dialed michael phelps' cell from mirasol's phone. last night at rick's i ran into the fifth michigan football player i've shook hands with. yeah, it sounds stupid, but these guys are future millionaires, and when i watch them on tv catching a touchdown or sacking a quarterback, i can say that i shook that hand.
alan branch, michigan's all-american defensive tackle who's slated to be a top 10 nfl pick in this year's draft, was at rick's last night dancing his ass off. he was with the rest of the defensive line, or maybe the offensive line i can't tell because they're all fucking huge guys. i thought gabe watson was a giant in person, but alan branch is like 1 1/2 times gabe's size. the guy is enormous, and i'm honestly glad that i didn't have to go up against people even half his size playing in high school because he would eat me as a post-workout snack.
i've shook hands with him, steve breaston and braylon edwards at the gym, gabe watson at a fasa football game, and mike hart at a very random house party freshman year. it's not like i've really had conversations with these guys or are part of their entourage but contact is contact.
imagine this 6'6", 331 pound guy shaking his ass in the club. then imagine being the girl MGoBlue: Alan Branch
america is the definition of consumerism. so it's no surprise that blogger teamed up with google (no doubt for $$$) and forced me to upgrade this fucking thing, which in the end makes it out to be exactly the same as before, except that i had to go through the inconvenience of making a google account, which is basically my hotmail email. what a waste of time, thanks a lot you assholes.
OneShot315: where would i be without you as my wingman razzburya: lost, lonely and afraid
she's not actually my wingman, because that term wouldn't be correctly used (and i'm not cold-hearted enough to leave a wingman behind in the dust, so i wouldn't need one to begin with). rather, razz is my RIO, or NFO. unlike a wingman, who takes one for you, the RIO is a co-pilot, a navigator. they get you through cloudy skies, turbulence, and make sure hostile fighters are either avoided or shot down (which has been done before).
either way, my BA is still pretty low, but it's ok because it keeps me (sorta) studying. like i just said (see article below) i don't have time to fuck around anymore, so i need all the time i can spare.
in any case, let it be known that if you ask me for advice, i think it's obvious that i'm not fucking hitch, so if you try the shit i tell you and fail, don't hold it against me. throughout my life too many people have asked me for counsel when i honestly believe i'm the wrong person to ask. i make judgements for other people based on what i think is the best thing to do, but that doesn't always necessarily mean that it's the right decision. in my mind i'm a bad son, a terrible catholic, and in an extraneous case, an awful best buddy/big brother, so i don't think i'm particularly qualified to be used as a shrink. the only thing you should really be asking me for advice about is exercise, nutrition, and fitness (which is why i should be a pt major and not an english one). i'm just a regular guy who listens, responds, and tries to help because i'm a nice person and i don't like letting my friends down.
this weekend marks the end of the line. crossroads are up ahead. not just any crossroads, but the crossroads.
i have to make the decision to either shape up or ship out. my birthday weekend has to be the end of my slacking or else i'm overly fucked like a pornstar gangbang come finals. turning 21 with the tempation for bars and sunny weather on the horizon will only work to distract me even more. i know my willpower isn't near strong enough to make it through, but i've got to try anyway. that's the only thing i learned from the second and third matrix; that regardless of the circumstances and no matter how overwhelming the odds, you've got to try (otherwise, aside from the motorcycle scenes, the movies were shit). not really because you choose to, but because it's an innate human instinct; it's survival. either i get shit done or i am done.
in either case, i fucking hate school. college is great, classes are shit.
of course, if the two became mutually exclusive, there would be no point in being here.
"After the defeat of their old arch nemesis, The Shredder, the Turtles have grown apart as a family. Struggling to keep them together, their rat sensei, Master Splinter, becomes worried when strange things begin to brew in New York City. Tech-industrialist Max Winters is amassing an army of ancient monsters to apparently take over the world. "
i like the fact that this movie is a continuation of the film series (as shredder's ass already was crushed by a garbage compactor) and not the same old shit over again.
the movie opens on march 30th. no doubt i'm getting sauced and watching this.
the big ten tournament final is right now, with nationally ranked #3 wisconsin against the buckeyes.
if you don't watch basketball, you haven't noticed how similar some players look to celebrities. for instance, wisconsin's kammron taylor and chris rock:
no doubt he's chris rock's illegitimate son
steve francis and jamie foxx:
robert horry and will smith:
yao ming and mao zedong: andre agassi also looks a lot like robert, my boss at work
tracy mcgrady and doc rivers have droppyass "i-look-like-i'm-high" eyes:
let me know if you know anymore and ill post em
other random basketball pictures: this fool used to live in my apartment
michigan weather is such a tease. yeah, it's currently 48 and a nice day by our standards, but it looks like its damn near 80 outside. good thing its almost spring.
my internal clock is fucked. i guess that's what i get for sleeping in until 1pm (at the earliest) every day during spring break. my old habits washed over me with a high water mark, leaving me feeling ridiculously down this week. it's only tuesday (wed morning). this is not only because i haven't adjusted yet to getting eight or less hours of sleep, but also because i did absolutely no work over spring break (i fell asleep multiple times trying to read textbooks) i have some serious catching up to do. on top of that, because i slacked and munchied so much over spring break (spring break? really? since when is spring break supposed to be freezing temperatures?) i forced myself to workout to exhaustion the past two days and it's making it impossible for me to stay up and do homework as long as i want to.
i skipped class on monday (after promising myself not to skip anymore this semester) and i'm trying to babystep my way back into the routine. but i feel like instead i'm only babystepping my stress levels up and eventually they'll peak and i'll snap, leading ultimately back to the road of slackerdom and academic apathy. its gotten me by the past two and a half years, so i should be able to last a few more days (or weeks?). right?
right?
it doesn't help that the heat randomly shut off in my apartment and i hate sleeping in uncomfortable sweats. i'm going to sleep an hour before usual and i've shortcutted my homework the past two days. i just popped my last diphenhydramine hydrochloride pill (basically, any OTC sleep aid) in the hopes that it'll give me some much needed rest and let me wake up with a better attitude than this, because right now i feel like skipping my classes to failure.
if you don't want to be grossed out don't read beyond this line.
but i've noticed that after i drink green tea my piss turns a strange tint, like a (obviously) greenish yellow. at first i thought i had some crazy shit in my system but now i know what it is. that wasn't so bad, was it?
foojoy lungching dragonwell green tea is the shit.
while 99% of the other colleges around the nation are gearing up for spring break (and actually officially on it), michigan students are appalled that their break is already over. i've done completely jack shit this week. i planned it out well as all plans to work ahead do; i would get ahead and work out every single day of the week to get back into the shape i was in before i took a week-long layoff for midterms. but throw in some marijuana, skyy, and overall nothing-to-do-ness and i'm sitting here on saturday afternoon with nothing accomplished and two days of school to go.
accomplishment wise, i won $30 in poker which diminished to nothing very quickly, i've worked out/played ball three times, saw mike hart playing ball, and broke in my new airmax 360s, went to bdubs and watched state choke to us, finished the videogame dynasty warriors 4 and made a lot of headway into the computer game far cry.
a fortune i recently got out of a cookie said, "you'll accomplish more later if you take some time for yourself." that sounds like it would fit my situation perfectly, but i don't believe in that typologist bullshit. but i can't bitch about it now because there's nothing i can do but move ahead.
it's a good thing all my shit was before spring break so i can afford to dick around this week and cruise for the next couple. i have a paper due on thursday but that's a LONG ways away for an english major. that could be on the only thing beneficial about it.
writing about sports rising from obscurity to fame made me realize how much i miss slamball. if you've never seen a game you're missing a ridiculous combination of hockey checks, arena football wall hits, and basketball dunks with four trampolines thrown in.
the games used to air on spike tv back when it was tnn in 2002-03. from what i thought, when the shows ended the league ended, just like the ill-fated, good-riddanced xfl. but when i looked it up on wikipedia, it turns out that slamball is actually still around, surviving through europe with a new season supposedly coming out in 2007. with all these new shows popping up, it would make sense for spike tv to give it another shot. you can even apply to be a player, but you need college or professional athletic experience, so don't get excited.
"As some of you may know, there's an American election comming up, and if you're an American or watch American TV you are innondated with adds on the subject.
Anyway the new target voters this year are the so called "Nascar dads". You know, guys who watch Nascar and had sex at least once.
Am i the only person who thinks this sport is dumb? It reminds me of a hamster on a hamster wheel just running in circles over and over.
I'm not trying to offend any American poster here, but c'mon, it is not a sport." - from some random forums
no, you're not alone. an unnamed former roommate put a nascar poster on our door and we were quick to rip it off, tear it in half, shred the pieces, and incinerate them all.
nascar SUCKS. that is all
actually, that isn't all. this entire year espn has been promoting nascar like mad, and it's been hailed as the new, revolutionary sport that is supposed to be mainstream in the next few years. the fear among non-hick sportsfans everywhere is that nascar will actually meet with success now that they're on such a big carrier. espn has made primetime shows out of sports you wouldn't think would become mainstream. they brought and1 to the forefront with streetball, brought boxing back with the contender (carrying it after it's debut on nbc), has its own quiz show in stump the schwab, and even brought videogames to popular society with madden nation. most notable among espn's accomplishments are the x-games, and probably their biggest success since sportscenter, the world poker tour series, which spawned a revolution that is still growing by the day. spike tv has had tremendous success with UFC fights and had limited success with slamball, and the new ion channel is carrying bodogfight. and if vince mcmahon can convince an international network to carry the xfl, it seems unlikely that nascar, which has been around for nearly 60 years, will meet with failure.
but that raises the question: if nascar has been around for so goddamn long, how is it that it's only becoming a mainstream thing now? because it's fucking stupid, that's why. who the hell wants to watch people driving around in a circle 500+ times??? rednecks, that's who. people wonder why the south is stereotypically believed to be uncultured, uncultivated, and uneducated - just look at the shit they watch. watching a track and field race is different. watching someone run in circles during a 5k race in the olympics is watching a test of the human spirit, endurance, and the limits of the human mind. yes, nascar has some parallels in that it's very difficult to control a car going 180 mph and they have to drive so many fricking laps that nascar drivers become as physically taxed as real athletes. but the difference is that the driver is controlling a machine, something that does not require them to reach into the inner depths of their soul to give them a kick in the last 100 meters. all nascar drivers can do is put the pedal to the floor and hope their engine (which are limited by restrictor plates) can put out more than the other guys'. sure, there are strategies like drafting and sometimes teamwork, but the same goes in track and even in tour de france.
the only good thing about nascar
the one thing nascar has going for are 1. the crashes, which aren't worth watching an entire race to wait for, and 2. that it's like football; it's a purely american sport. baseball, which is always bullshittedly touted as "america's pasttime" is now full of immigrants (legal and otherwise) who can't even speak english. you listen to reporters interviewing baseball players and many times you can't understand a single fucking word they're saying. unfortunately, nascar is a sad reflection of america's relation to the world. most (if not all? sorry, i don't follow the sport enough to verify this) cars driven in nascar are american-made and display how our cars compare to international ones. whereas in GT races you see porsches, toyotas, mazdas, nissans, hondas, vws, beemers, and even MINI COOPERS winding around tight curves at tracks like laguna seca (or in rally or motorcycle racing where american vehicles are rarely featured). our cars are shown to be fast, but completely unagile, and nascar shows the world how "simple" we are. instead of complex curves requiring incredible reaction times, cunning timing, and lots of balls, we have people driving around in an oval.
i mean, seriously. would you rather watch someone driving this piece of shit:
