hate it or love it

hate it or love it the underdog's on top
i'm gonna shine homie till my heart stop

alright, Tony, Josh, Scott and I are getting a new place year. even though it's not a house like we wanted, it's a pretty kick ass set up with 4 bedrooms. basically the property owners took 2 apartments, took out the center wall that seperated the two places, and combined them. we get:
2 balconys
2 front doors....weird, but cool
2 living rooms
4 bathrooms
laundry room
1500 sqr ft

all for like $350 a month, and that includes the only 2 bills we pay, electricity and cable/internet. also, it's like half the distance to my classes that i walk to now, and we get out of the party busting trap we are in now.

for something completly different, wanna be depressed? watch either Crash or Requiem for a Dream.

for you, sir

My friend David and I were able to hang out a little bit last week. When we were talking, I realized one of the big reasons why I enjoy his company so much, and that's because he merely asks me simple questions about my life.

Everytime I see David, he talks to me about things that hit right on the mark of subjects that are important to me, and yet they are things no one else I have met asks me about. A conversation with him always includes a questions like, "So how are you doing?" "How is your family?" "How is church" "How is school?" "How are the ladies?" -- and he really wants to know honest answers, and i'm impressed with that because no one else seems to care. Sure people ask "How are you?" but do they really want to know?

An example is that for being someone who doesn't know my family too well, he will always inquire about them, wondering if everyone is doing well and that's really cool to me, because no one asks how my Mom, Dad, brother, or sister are doing. People just don't ask each other those kinds of questions unless they know them well, and not that it's personal, it's just a nice gesture I think for someone to care. Maybe his understanding of conversation is different because he's from Korea, or perhaps that's just the way he is.

Instead of only my Mom or Dad asking about how my classes are, or how baseball is going, or how busy I am, I have a friend who does. I don't know, I guess it's comforting to know someone else wants an update on my life; someone is understanding that classes are bogging me down and making me insanely busy, that I am doing well in baseball this year, or that I haven't had time to try and date girls.

When I think about it, when someone asks "how are you?" no one really expects, or perhaps even cares, about how you are doing. Funny. The other day my friend Tim asked me how I was doing, and I replied "awful". 'Awful' doesn't even rhyme with 'good' or 'fine' or 'okay', but he promptly responded with "That's good to hear, good good." And what makes me even more sick is lately with the stupid "How was your Spring Break", because no one really cares, it's just easy conversation, and you are sure to get the question given back to you where you spit out the same answer you have been giving everyone else the past 20 times.

shoot em'

Two really bad weeks in a row. I'm almost done, but something my friend said made my week last Friday that cheered me up.


"Hey how's it going?" I said.
"Pretty good man," he replied, "there's something I wanted to tell you."
"Yeah?" I said curiously.
"Well, I had a dream the other night, but the setting was kind of like that movie 28 days later."
"Really?"
"Yeah, dude you had a gun and you were shooting zombies the whole time."
"Sweet!"
"Yeah man, the funny thing though was that you had a racoon hat on."
"Like Davy Crockett?"
"Yeah like one of those fur hats. You were going around blasting zombies in a Davy Crockett hat. It was weird."
"Hah, that is weird."
"Well, I just thought I'd let you know."

That was cool.

vodou is nonsense

Ever have a feeling certain people are are talking about you? You're observing them, one person comes up to another, with their backs to you and one person leans in slightly to another and says something. You aren't quite sure if your suspicions are true, but after the listener has heard whatever it is, they pause for a moment, then turn around to glance at you.  Ahh what a give away!  Suspicion confirmed!  Once they see you are staring right a them, they quickly turn away as if they were just looking around, and say something back to the other person next to them.



My watch stopped working back on the 7th. Hmm.  Batteries.

how does he do it?

 While doing homework (go figure) I was listening to my Dallas Stars who won in a shootout again, thanks to Jussi Jokinen. Anyways, here's a tribute to you Jussi, 9 for 9 in shootout goals....geez that's awesome. And Dallas who is now 41-18-3 with 85 points and only 5 points back from a President's Trophy. God bless the Finnish, and I am going to get back to being a self destructive zombie. Peace

ah, please

I can already tell this is going to be the single most worst week of 2006. For starts, I don't know what the hell my problem is; I can't sleep. I tossed and turned all night trying to favor my legs which are all cut up around the knees from baseball. Plus I have a fever, and all night long I just kept thinking and worrying about bs so I never passed out except once. I can only remember getting something like 1 hour and 20 mins of sleep somewhere because after 5:00am I never fell back asleep and watched the blinds in the room get brighter and brighter.

So I feel like hell, and from now to Friday morning I have to.......get cash and wash my uniform for the weekend, finish 100 more pages of this book and type up a 5 page review about it, write a 5 page midterm project for archaeology, study for a quiz both tuesday and thursday, read 4 chapters of Martin Luther's biography, study for a cartography test that the prof said will be very hard, study for a test on friday, and pack to be gone to KC for the weekend.

Oh yeah, do this around work and baseball practice. Sick too? Suck it up. I guess this bitching is more of a to-do list and a way to vent. That's what I made this for though right?