Sargent Pepper

Howdy yall!!! Alright, its been a while, so I figured I'd talk to yall a bit. Oh, and about the title, Sam just said something that sounded like Sargent Pepper, and I was wonderin', was that like an old tv show? I don't have too many old friends, really there's only Dad, but that sounds familiar. Idk (my bff Jill :)), but let me begin. Well, life is about the same as it was since we last conversed... wow, conversed, impressive huh? I'm still enjoying the happy life I always have. Celia's doin' good. Last Friday (the 12th) we hit the two month point. That's pretty big for me, I know some of you who have been with your love for ages are laughing, but this is the longest I've ever been with one person, and I'm loving every minute of it. Ok, my conscience is yellin' at me, Dad, your not that old. That was just a bad attempt at a joke. I'm not quite on my game. Well, I got my class ring a little while ago. It looks pretty good. I dig it. Um, I've been pretty pumped for Christmas. I love it. 4 of my top 5 favorite meals occur in the Christmas season, and in my world, an occasion is only as good as it's meals. I don't know (hey look, i spelled it out this time) what it is about the Xmas season (I'm gettin too lazy, its just xmas from here on out) but I'm always so chill this time of year. Nothing seems to worry me too much. It probably doesn't hurt that I only have one day left in school this year. Some people call me Maurice (wei wow). Sorry, I'm runnin' out of steam, and that just kinda came out. Don't ask me about the parenthesis, if you catch the reference, it'll make sense. Ok, um, I'm gonna go deep, I'm not doin' good at the whole funny thing, so I'm gonna be all philosophical. Oh, but first, my parents just got home, and Sargent Pepper's a Beatles song! Haha, I'm really tired. Well, it's late, so I'm gonna run, but I'll talk again soon, and it should be cool. I'll see yall.

My favorite holiday... easy

Hey guys, I found out that this whole "blogging" thing has been working when I got my GA High School Writing Test thing score, which was a 320 out of 350 (!), so I think I'm going to post much more often. So, here we go... Well, I'm trying to think when exactly I posted last... (At the moment I'm opening another window and readin' my last post to try to remember) Ok, well, although it says that I posted the last one last Monday, it was actually Thursday. Starting from where it left off, Tech completely owned Miami in the football game, I'm pretty sure UGA better be watching their back, Tech is on fire and their comin'. The hockey game was great Saturday, Tech taking it to the bulldogs 5-3. Celia didn't freak out with all the crazy family, she ended up having a lot fun and likes the family. Last night, I went to my first actual wrestling tournament. Each wrestler was put into 6 man pools based on weight classes and it was set to be a round Robin, and if you won all of your matches, 1st place got a medal. I've been pretty ready to start my season and get a couple matches in because I finished the summer really well, and because of football, I haven't gotten a ton of practise in this season. Well, although the whole "5 matches for everyone" idea was far to large a goal to accomplish on 3 mats in one night, and no medals were handed out, :(, I had a pretty good day yesterday. I finished 2-0 with 2 pins, which I was happy about and I feel pretty good that this will be a good season. I got today off, so I'm starting preparations for turkey day, and it got me into a good mood, and I figured I would share my thoughts on what is easily the best day of the year, with Christmas a close second.
Ok, on the list of the best days of the year, many days come to the mind. Your birthday, that's always good, or until you start lying about your age, then it seems to take a strange turn to the negative. Christmas is always a favorite. What is bad about a day, or if your like us, a few days devoted to nothing but good family and presents (for the youngins out there). I have to say, if the question is my favorite group of days, it is definitely the 24-25 along with what ever day we see the Rules. I love all the people I see and it is just a great group of days. But if it is the single best day of the year in question, by far it has to be the day, the myth, the legend... Thanksgiving. Let me just take you through a typical Thanksgiving and maybe you'll be able to see why there is no question, I love Thanksgiving! So, I normally wake up pretty early for it to be a day off of school and watch the parade. I love the parade. I always end up taking my fasted showers on Thanksgiving because I always try to fit one in during a commercial break, and I have to say that I'm normally not too far off. Then, normally right before the parade ends, we eave to Aunt Dot's house. I adore Aunt Dot. She's such a cute little lady and she always seems so happy to see us. That part of Thanksgiving is always nice. It's good to visit with Grandma's side of the family, especially the ones we only see once or twice a year. After hangin with them and eating my first huge dinner, we leave for Memaw and Granddaddy's house to eat and hang out again. It's always great to see that side of the family, Great Grandma's always good to see and it's good to see the Wagners because we don't see them often either. We normally stay there the rest of the day, finishing off by watching the lighting of the tree. That's when I eat my second dinner. And I tell you what, my family, both sides of them, definitely know how to cook. So, with all the wonderful parts of Thanksgiving, how could you not love it. Ok, well thanks for readin' this, but I gotta run and start cooking for tomorrow. I'll see yall when I get the chance, and happy Thanksgiving! :)

My cool weekend

Hey, yall, I haven't posted anything for a little while, so I figured I would take a small break from my solitaire addiction to give you a small look into my shallow hindsight. For those of you not in the "know", Mom and Dad had a busy weekend planned. Sam's 8th grade team made it to the championships. Yay!!! The plan was, or at least as far as my parents knew, that we would show up to the 8:00 game about 30 minutes early, nothing out of the ordinary. My Uncle Bob, being that it was right after Mom and Dad's 20th Anniversary, and the fact that Sam had conveniently stayed at their house Friday, offered to take us out with them and Grandma to a dinner at a relatively fancy place. This was planned to happen at about 7, so we would just go straight from there to the game. It was going to be pushing it, but the dinner was going to be good, so we were cool with that. Uncle Bob and Grandma showed up at the house at about 6:30 to meet us and then we would follow them to dinner. I have to say, Uncle Bob was pretty slick with this, but he happened to get a call from a "realtor" who had happened to "leave his briefcase" at the old Bolink building and, since it was on the way, we were going to stop there on the way to the restaurant to give it to him real fast, but, since he had plans, we were not waiting on him. Well, we get in the car and head out. I spent the entire ride there trying to not bust out laughing as both my parents realized that rain was coming and were trying to figure out how to get raincoats so they wouldn't get wet. Sure enough, we pulled into the Bolink parking lot and all the big garage unloading doors were open, the parking lot was full, and there were people all hanging out of the open doors waving us in. "Surprise!" We had been planning a party for them since October, and we had them good. Well, the party was great, a little over 70 people showed up, and we never made it to the game. But, Sam's sacrifice for our wonderful parents paid off because they won (!) and will be playing in the junior peach bowl, so Sam still gets to cheer one more time. And by the way, I expect to see all of yall there! With such a great start to my week, and yes, my weeks start on Saturday, the rest of my week has been great. I turned in my football stuff Monday, :'(, and started Wrestling Tuesday, :). I'm out of shape, but it's been great gettin back into the Wrestling way of things. Last week was the official week in which I am the youngest kid around. Thank goodness I still have guy Alex (I have to say the guy being that him and chick Alex are now together) because he'll be 16 with me till 5 days before me. But Nathan, Brennen, girl Alex, and Celia all turned 17 in a span of 4 days. It sure is a good thing I don't have to wrestle this weekend because Tuesday I went to Celia's and ate cake and did all the Birthday stuff. Next week looks promising, starting with the UGA-GT hockey game Saturday night. GT is totally going to win and I'm in pretty good hopes that Celia won't freak out about all the family we're going with. I figure it would be best to meet some of that gang (Uncle Charlie) a little at a time, so Saturday night will be a good start. Well, the Tech football game is on, so I'm gonna run, but I figured I'd post something nice and... um... fluffy (?), and I ant to end by thanking all those that showed up last Saturday and I'll see yall when I can. Thanks for readin' this and I hope the best for all of yall.

A painful lesson to learn

Hey, I know I haven't posted a blog in a while, and I hate that, but I figured that I need to today. I'm afraid that this is probably going to be a shorter post, and won't be the normal witty outlook that my others have. I'm gonna post a happy, funny post here soon, but I had to get this off my chest, and, if the witty thing is what your looking for, I wouldn't mind at all if you turn off the blog now and never read this, just typing it is helping me plenty. Last night, in the first round of the playoffs, the Brookwood Broncos, my Brookwood Broncos, lost to North Gwinnett, ending our season and the careers of many of my brothers. I have to say, I wasn't overly hurt by the lost. In my eyes, football is just a small part of my life, at least the game is. But when the buzzer sounded, looking around at my fellow teammates, these people I've gone through so much with, I had to feel a new kind of pain, and I learned a horrible lesson to learn. The thing that truly bothered me was, I was seeing many of the seniors in tears, but they had nothing to be ashamed of. They had contributed all they could to the team. However, I also looked around and saw a few, easily being able to count them all on one hand, that didn't give it all. Some people, and not really just the 11 players on the team, was either putting all the effort they could, just unknowingly in the wrong direction, or was simply not doing all they could. And what hurt is that a few of these people would go on and on about the fact that they were doing all they could. After seeing these, especially a certin person who will remain unnamed, pace the sidelines as the clock counted down on our season with the look of disappointment, but not extreme surprise, a new concept of life hit me, and hit me hard. In this United States in which it is drilled into us as a child that our hard work will pay off for us, to see the reality of a few hurting the few hurting the many was almost a shock. During the post game meeting, Mason Howington, a senior on the team, completely broke down. This is a man who has done nothing but work for this team, he had nothing to be ashamed of, but the actions or possibly the lack of action on just a handful of people caused this man so much pain. It was one of those moments where you learn that the world is just a little more cruel. That thankfully unfamiliar snapping in one's chest when the world loses another aspect of innocence and fairness in a youth's eyes. I had to see first hand how, no matter how hard you work, it can still be taken away by someone else, and it hurt. I woke up this morning to a world just a little less fair, a little more cruel than it was yesterday. But as a wise man once said, what does not kill me makes me stronger and as unfair as it seems, this was all part of God's plan for me and my football family. We left that field last night beaten, broken, but stronger and more ready for the life ahead of us. For those of you that has read this post to the finish, I thank you and apologize if it seemed unorganized, I'm not use to writing like this. I promise I will post something light and funny soon, but I really needed to get that out. In the meanwhile, I'll see you if we run into each other, and thank you for caring enough to read this. I'll see ya.

I'm a liar, it's been forever since my last post... again :(

Hey guys, I don't know if you read my last post, but in it I promised to not leave yall in expectation of another post, then not post one in forever. Well, it turns out the I'm a liar and I'm just now responding. I'm afraid that i don't have any small narritive looking into some aspect of American society prepared (haha, yea, thats what I'm telling myself that I'm doing), but at least I can talk a little. Well, I don't know if I have told any of yall in person, but I'm having a great month. It seems that everything that goes on is just great. I don't know, but even the "bad" stuff can't dampen my mood. The last few games have been cool. We pulled it out in a cold, defensive, over-time win against Dacula 9-6. Then last night we beat South Gwinnett on senior night 21-7, which was cool. The rest of my life has been great too. For instince, after the game last night, i got a hug from someone other than my parents, not that they aren't cool. Today, I'm going to a couple little league games and then dinner, and the extrodinary Celia is coming with us. I definetly think that that is helpin' my mood. Not to get too sappy, but I really dig being with Celia. I've never had someone, since my sister was a baby at least, that was so ligitamidly happy to see me. It seems like I can do no wrong around her. It's cool, and I love it. Okay, off the sap train, which by the way is also kinda weird. I find myself doing all that sappy crap that I've always made fun of others for doing. Well, on that note, I'm afraid that I have to go to the store. I'll definetly try to post another post soon, but not to make any promises. I'll see ya!

Sorry it has been so long

Hey guys, I hope yall haven't been too looking forward to this blog. I've kind of neglected this poor thing, after leaving the last one with such a cliff-hanger ending, then lying about when I would finish the story. Well, if you can except this apology, maybe I can make up for this lack of care with the excellence that my blogs undoubtedly always have. Or maybe I can make cookies... (Yay cookies!)... or maybe not. So, lets get down to it. The meadowcreek game that I mentioned in my last blog (holy junk, i just realized how long it has been) went very well. We won like 46 or 47 to 7, so I did get in. I actually got a tackle, through a crazy hold by the wide receiver. (!) The dance was GREAT!! I actually danced the who time, which I could have never predicted. Come to think of it, the entire dance was somewhat unpredictable. For one, Monterrey's turned out not to be so weird of a place to dinner at in a suit. I recognized most of the songs, and even surprised myself when I could sing many of the songs that were made for a demographic that I in no way belong. I'm not sure if I mentioned it two weeks ago, (it just hit me again, I'm such a bad consistency writer) but I didn't exactly know very many people in my group going into the dance. I was really kind of a social outlier in the fact that I don't exactly hang out with the same kind of people that the others do, another demographic that i don't fit in. But, in an effort to not just kinda stand there alone, I started dancing with a girl named Celia. Well, we've been talking a bunch since and trying to fit time to hang out during school, and today I'm going to the movies and a Greek place with her. I pretty pumped. Last weekend was fairly uneventful. We lost the grayson game after giving them the winning score, :(, and Saturday, I slept most of the day and then went to Sam's game with a bunch of people, including Celia. This last week was boring, but we won last night against a strong but unsuccessful Central team. Today, I'm pretty booked between going to a couple little league games and the movies, but it is finally a happy busy, one that I haven't experienced in a while.
But to finish what I started much too long ago, looking back. If you haven't read it (not that anyone falls in that boat being that all my blogs are so desirable to read) or you don't remember where we were, I was talking about being alone and surrounded by 8th graders at Sam's Tuesday night game. Being surrounded by all those little kids made me think back to my days as a fun loving youth. Hearing them talk made me think back to the feeling of having no responsibilities. Ok, this is going to be totally off, but I just saw a commercial for Saw V. What?!? Five?!? Is that really necessary? I thought that sequels were known for watering down story lines. Isn't anybody scared that they are just going to overshadow the momentous and no doubt legendary storyline with the almost self-mocking continuation with sequel after sequel? I'm sorry, I just had to get that off of my chest. Where was I? Oh yea, so I began looking back. I remember always complaining back then because I didn't have any time to do anything, but I had so much more time. If only I had valued time back then like I am forced to now. And I know that any of you older people with jobs reading this are probably thinking "Oh yea? Well wait 'till you have to work for a living. Then you'll realize what valuing time is." But, I realize that. That is why I try to value my free time now more than ever, because I know that I will never be this free again. But I can still miss what I had. The world seemed so much simpler in the 8th grade world I remember. The most impeding thing I had to worry about was cutting the grass and thinking of a good way to cheat out of the homework I didn't do. But, as much as I miss it, I don't. I love responsibility. I love high school. This adult thing is probably pretty cool, must be to have so many people doing it. All this reflection has thrown thoughts into my head that I'm now reflecting upon. Whoa... I suddenly sound like a philosopher or something. Oh well, I do kinda like those robes. Haha, but seriously, expect a blog here very soon unlike most. I kinda want to put some thoughts on paper, or a computer screen and see if yall are feelin the same way. I hope to post something else here soon, but in no specified time frame, I'm not making that mistake again. Well, until then, I hope you enjoyed this post, please comment, I like hearing from yall. See ya.

It's 'bout Time

Howdy Ya'll!!! I'm pretty much stuck at home tonight, so I figured I'd give ya'll another gift of my writing since I know that ya'll have put your lives on hold till I did. I'm still not positive where this blog is gonna go, I'm kinda wingin' it stream-of-conciseness style (explains all the unfinished words), so I'm not makin' any promises, but come on, it's me. But until I start pullin' things out of my... well you know, first things first.

I've had a fairly good week since the last post. It's been kinda lazy, probubly the most exciting thing being that I finished off the Crucible section in LA. I've had some goofy nights, though. Mom and Sam has had practise or something for most of the week, and I've been stuck at home alone. I don't know if it is the fact that I'm alone in a dark house or what, but I've expirenced some goofy emotions. I haven't really been depressed, I'm real happy and stuff, but I physically feel kinda like you do when your depressed. I don't know, I'm not hungry, kinda tired, and feel "heavy." Thats right, I'm that deep, "heavy." I've also, in the last couple weeks, wanted to do crime. I don't know where that comes from, but I kinda want to feel like it must feel when you commit crimes. So, if any of ya'll want to help in a heist, give me a call. Haha, I'm just kidding... or am I? I'm pumped for the next few days, home coming, or is it one word: homecoming? I don't know, but it'll be fun. First tomorrow (friday), the team is playin' Meadowcreek, which, in case you aren't in the "know", is a game notorious for gettin' the back-ups in. So, as long as we don't let our heads get too big, I'll be tellin' ya'll in the next blog about how I played. The on saturday, the dance and all the festivities that come with that are happening, which aren't allowed to suck, so that is exciting. The sunday, I'm not doing anything!!! That's always fun, especially in my old age. : )

Speaking of old age, I had an interesting exprience. I went to my sister's game tuesday because I (surpringly) care bout her and go to all the games I can make. It was a tuesday night game, so I really didn't have any one to sit with, so I was sitting like lonely hobo all by myself. And then the rest of the 8th grade team decided to sit with me. (The 8th grade team is split into an A and a B.) Being around all the little 8th graders made me think of my youth. I promise to write more bout it, but it is late, so I'll talk to ya'll later.

peace

Favorites

Ight ya'll... or for the gramatically correct few of you, alright you all, it's been a while since I have posted, and I kinda feel bad for leavin ya'll hangin', so I have carefully thrown together any kind of piece to post. This is what I got:
Ok, first off, my life update as of resently. Other than not knowing what day it was most of the time, I have had a good last two weeks. I had my first week-day off from football two mondays ago and throughly enjoyed getting home ON TIME and laying around doing nothing for a few hours. The rest of the week went pretty well. Practise was fun. Friday night my good, but all too rarely seen friend Matthew stayed the night, and came with us for me to get fitted for a home coming suit staurday. Then I spent saturday at my friend alex's house at a sort of party. Her little brother had a birthday party with a water slide and she used that as an excuse to have some of her friends come over. Then this last week was pretty un-eventful ending in a much too close win over Berkmar 13-7 last night. Ok, so now that you know how I've been, I have compiled a list of some of my favorite things that I may expand on later. Enjoy:

Favorite Thing to Do: Be lazy
Favorite Place: Home, with Monterreys a close second
Favorite Place to Eat (had to have it somewhere): Duh, Monterreys
Favorite Person: Whoever is reading this
Favorite Word: Nuh
Favorite Spanish Word: Pato (duck)
Favorite Color: Red, I can actually see that one (!)
Favorite Food Genre: Mexican, no contest
Favorite Sport: Football... or maybe Wrestling... I don't know
Favorite Coledge: Georgia Tech
Favorite Music Genre: It depends on how I'm feeling
Favorite Response: A smile :)
Favorite Game: The Movie Game, I'll tell you 'bout that later
Favorite Quote: Sorry, not that deep, but I would like one if you know a good one
Favorite Dead Person to Meet: Ben Franklin
Favorite Day of the Week: Saturday
Favorite Rapper (representin bre): Lil' Wayne, much like every other white kid
Favorite Song: "Whiskey in the Jar" -Metallica
Favorite, um, Language: English
Favorite, ok now I'm reaching, Letter (?): T

With that, I think I should probubly stop, but I hope you kind of enjoyed that. I promise I will put something of substance on here soon.

Details People Details!

Well, after about four days of aimless pondering..... I still haven't come up with something useful to talk about. I do have a little news. The football team finally won! We've kinda stunk the last few weeks 'cause we've got a lot of inexperienced guys who, because of graduations, have been thrown into a starting job. HOLY CRAP! Sorry to jump off task, but my cup FULL of water just fell off the table unassisted, drenching my feet and pants-leg. I thought we had gotten rid of all the angry cup spirits in this house. Ok, where was I? Oh yeah, so we've struggled against two very good teams, but last night, we beat Shiloh High 28-7. Not to mention, I got in! And, I was a block in the back away from assisting in the last tackle of the game. It was great... (reflecting)... Ok, so, as I promised in my last blog, I have details on my new "G" life. I've decided that my new name will be "EZ-wRap". This idea actually came from my dad upon noticing the brand name on my brace after I broke my wrist. My first single will be..... ok, I'm sorry, but this cup thing is freakin' me out. It was seriously like it was pushed by something unknown. Like that one groomsmen who skipped the rehearsal dinner and didn't get the "don't lock your legs" message. Half way through the "I do's" he suddenly hits the floor like he was just punched by Mike Tyson. Ok, sorry again, where was I? Oh yea, my break through hit. I have decided that I will read "Green Eggs and Ham" to a cool beat, while a large black man in the back says "Yea" and "Uh huh" at opportune moments. It'll be great! Maybe I will even make a dance for it. That always works! Now that I know that I can talk the talk, dawg, I have to walk the walk. I will spend all my off time, between the rappin and dancin, wondering the city looking like a jewelery store and speaking incoherently. If I am feeling really bad, maybe I'll even stand next to "NO Loitering" signs an steal candy from small children. That way I can build my street cred. Ok, well this was fun and all, but I have to face reality. This may come as a shock, but I don't think that I can pull the "rapper" life off. Although I am a great dancer and I can lay down a rhyme like it's no body's business, I'm not sure I can take candy from people. I'm just too nice. It is a shame, I was looking forward to all those parties, but I have to face facts. I'm probably gonna go, I need time to re-evaluate myself, but hopefully I can come up with something good to talk about next time. See ya'll later.

A New Life Path

Ok, well I couldn't come up with anything to write about, but I need to type somethin', so here it goes. I have taken a deep look into my inner conscience, and I have discovered that I need to change some things in my life. I have been in a kind of mental slump lately, and was trying to free myself from these emotional chains. I have come up with many changes I could make. I had thought of taking up karate. Maybe I should take up a job working with less fortunate youngens (that's right, it's a word). I had even contemplated failing a class (sure, that could help). But I have figured it out. After many hours of thorough consideration, I have decided to follow my true love and become, here it comes, a rap star. I have to go for now, but trust me, more news is on the way. Until then, holla at your boy.

yo.

Christmas List Troubles

Ok, I'm trying to make this "blogging" thing a habit to work on my writing style. (Trust me, I need all the help I can get in language arts.) So, most of these things are probably not going to be extremely exciting, but it's not like any one is reading it. Well, now that I have realized that I have a pretty sad outlook on my social popularity, I will get done to what is really bothering me. I don't know how yall's parents are regarding Christmas, but mine has this apparent idea that everyone does their holiday shopping in like September and October. And if you do, I'm glad to know that my mom isn't completely crazy. But anyway, because of this idea, I always get yelled at in about October because I haven't finished my list. Well this year, I am a changed man. I have been toiling tirelessly in front of my computer for weeks... ok, days... FINE, it has only been a couple of hours, but it was tirelessly. Actually, I'm not quite sure what tirelessly means. (see why I need the LA help?) But anyway, i have in some form or another been working on a Christmas list. See, this is leading to a dilemma. You see, I am a pretty content guy. I don't really want anything (all people with heart problems, stop reading now). So, I have had to stretch for my list. But I percervired. Finally, I made it to the ever-popular CD section. Now, I have to say, for my age, I listen to pretty parentally acceptable music. But, I am still a kid my age. It can't be avoided, there will be some CD on the list that, although there maybe nothing "bad" about the CD or the music, has something "mean" or "ugly" about it. Ok, that is cool. I have plenty of cool, hip (wow, I just said "hip") relatives that would be perfectly cool with the CD. The biggest issue is that, and it never fails, the least "acceptable" CD is found by one of my few "old school" great aunts. And then, after looking through the rest of the perfectly fine list items, they say to themselves, "Well, I think I'll give him this!" Talk about an uncomfortable gift to unwrap Christmas Eve. So now I have had to filter CDs to take out of my list for the "Aunt Acceptable" list. Talk about a head ache. Oh well, I need to get goin'. But I hope you enjoyed this short look into the life of the "most interesting man on earth." That's right, I am that strange Hispanic man on that Dos Equis commercial. See ya later.
(Did any one else notice how many times I used "quotations"? I'll have to work on that.)

Do I really want to do this?

Alrighty then, I have joined the 21st century. I have a blog. I'm not sure why, but the idea of having o blog just kinda sounded weird to me. Much like a journal; fine for other people, doesn't quite work for me. But i figured, what the heck. It's not like anyone is going to read this anyway. Plus, it will help me work on my writing for language arts, and frankly, it'll give me something to do when I'm bored. Oh well, I am still not sure if this is going to work out for me in the end, but at least i can grow old with the rock-solid conformation into society I was so desperately longing for: I have blogged. (That still sounds weird.)