Flawed

So mom's been giving me a hard time that I haven't posted anything on this blog for a while so I went through and found one that I think is ok. I wrote this back in March which was kind of a rough month for me but I think it has some good ideas in it. I don't know, lemme know what you think about it:

“To err is human; to forgive, divine.” –Alexander Pope. I’ve always looked at this quote from the vantage point of one that has been wronged. I figured what it was saying is the importance for forgive of one’s flaws because, hey, we’ve all got them. But then reality forced me to take another look. You see, I, at least, like to think that Pope was speaking of more than the outside world when he said these famous words. Instead, maybe he was speaking of himself. You see we all have flaws, that’s obviously stated, so are only the flaws of those around you subject to divine forgiveness?

Alright, what I’m really getting at here in this ramble of philosophical garbage is that it is as important, if not more important, to forgive yourself for your own flaws. See, to most people, the idea of a flaw comes with such a negative connotation that those inside our own character have been hidden to such a depth of our consciousness that sometimes we don’t even realize that they are there. But why? I commonly subscribe, and I will never be shy to defend this, to the idea that people are good at the core and that it is the choices they make that makes them go bad. So if all people are born good, and flaws are a part of life, can they really be that bad that they must be suppressed beyond personal recognition?

Now don’t get me wrong, flaws aren’t good things, but they’re a part of everyone’s life. The healthiest way I can figure dealing with them is to simply accept them. Once you have recognized and totally accepted your flaws, you can now work around them. For instance, I know for a fact that if I’m not made to, I will procrastinate. So basically, I have now set up fool proof ways to force me to do what needs to get done. And if this effects friendships of whatever, if they’re not committed enough to accept your flaws, they’re not friends worth having. “To err is human; to forgive, divine.” So forgive yourself. Trust me, it’s worth it.

Failure

Failure. This is one of the most feared and most respected words and concepts in the modern world. The fear of failure rules our every action and thought and commonly blocks the longing for achievement. This is how we live and yet this is wrong. We should never allow the fear of the negative outweigh the want for the positive. The minute we allow it to, we allow the bad to rule our lives and begin down the often short but devastating road of pessimism.
So failure is a topic to which I have devoted many hours of thought to as of late. You see, after 13 years leading into four years of high school sports, I faced a possible end to my sporting career this past couple weeks. The sport was wrestling and the occasion was the season ending tournaments, starting with Area. I had a wrestle off and if I lost, my season would be over. I wrestled with this idea of failure in the beginning and eventually lost my wrestle off. I could have easily looked at this lost as a final failure in a long career and allowed it to shape how I looked back at my athletic history. But then I chose to think again.
Before I continue, I want to give a slight disclaimer. I’m about to discuss how my faith stepped in. I happen to be a Christian. If you’re not, instead of reading “God” think “Fate” or “Karma” or whatever higher deity you choose to believe in. If you’re not religious at all, then don’t read this for an account of how I saw it. Instead, look at it as how someone can reshape how they feel about a situation, and therefore benefit from it. I’m in no way trying to convert anyone to my religious system, I’m simply telling of the factual way you can affect your world. With that out of the way, I return to the story.
I’ve always been told that “all things happen for a reason” and that “God works in mysterious ways.” Well I began to understand this over the last week. I started to look back on all the things I did as a wrestler and all the hard work I put into it. You see, the way I saw it, I had worked far too hard over my four years to not be doing better than I was doing. So maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. My actual wrestling and the things I accomplished in it is only a blip in the hopefully long timeline that will be my life. But the lessons I learned about the world and more importantly about myself will continue to serve me for the rest of my days. For example, my Great Uncle was a very successful wrestler in his high school days, I believe winning state one year. Winning state is the greatest individual achievement a high school athlete can achieve, but I only know that my Uncle did this through a small side comment in a conversation I had with him. He would go on for days about his wife, his children, his achievements in the workplace, but winning state was only a side comment in another conversation. In 50 years, no one will remember how I did at Area, or how I did at State, the only thing they will remember is that I wrestled and that I used the lessons I learned from the sport to achieve in the things that were really important.
The moment I chose to relook at my situation as not a failure but as part of the bigger picture, I was able to see God’s plan for me with a little more clarity. You see, I may have thought that a came back to wrestling my senior year to win, but it was more than that. I was meant to wrestle to gain something much bigger than a medal. I gained knowledge. I learned how to push myself past what I once thought I could do. I learned confidence about myself and how I can do much more than I may have once believed if I only devote my energy to it. I learned how to walk out on the stage that is life and stare my obstacles directly in the eyes as an equal if not lesser adversary, instead of cowering from it with little hope of success. And, ultimately, I learned to keep my faith. The past few months have taught me that God’s got my back. Call it fate, call it luck, call it God’s plan I know that there is a reason behind everything I do and that if I just look past the obvious success or failure, there is a deeper meaning. I have grown because of my senior wrestling season and although my career is over, I will benefit from the things I have learned for the rest of my life.
So the next time you feel afraid of a looming failure or have already failed the task at hand, take another look at it. Maybe the gold at the end of the rainbow simply looks different than what you expected. Keep the faith and keep on trucking. You can only lose if you allow yourself to be beaten.

Karma

So hey, I just decided to write about my thoughts about Karma while sitting at home sick. I know it's long, but trust me, it's good. I'd love to hear what yall think about it :) :

Whether you call it fate, divine intervention, or just plain luck, Karma influences all our lives. From the start of all our lives it has been taught to us that good things come to those who are good to others. You know the golden rule? Well have you ever wondered why simply “Treat others how you’d like to be treated,” or my personally favorite version “Don’t punch a small kid if you don’t want his big brother to punch you,” is so important it’s golden? Well have you ever thought about what that rule is really describing? It’s Karma. You can go ahead and argue till you’re blue about “Karma doesn’t exist” and “that’s just superstition” but look, maybe you call it by a different name but if the idea of Karma doesn’t exist, why is the golden rule devoted to it? That’s what I thought, now shut up and listen.

Bad people and bad actions bring about bad consequences. This is a fact. Sure, people sometimes seemingly get away with it, but eventually it catches up, but more on that later. Personally, being a Christian, I see Karma as the God’s influence in the world. Without it, people would have to spend a lifetime doing well and never be repaid until they died. Now that reward is more than worth it, but life would still kinda suck. Thanks to Karma, people can see the benefits of their actions before death, an attractive deal at that. Those who believe differently than me will commonly see Karma as the overruling force in the universe, either that or fate. Call it what you will; Karma is the universe’s system of bringing good fortune to those who deserve it.

“Wait a minute Mr. Man, plenty of good things has happened to me that I had done nothing to deserve. How does your little Karma idea explain that?” Well Mr. Pessimist, Karma doesn’t always work after the fact. On many occasions, Karma, often called luck in this situation, will bring good fortune in expectation of a good deed. Now understand, if you’ve already gotten the reward, why would you ever actually do the good deed, they’re such a hassle anyway. Well if Karma’s being good to you, you’ll want to stay on its good side. You do this by doing good by the world. Karma isn’t asking for you to adopt a child from an improvised nation and open a local soup kitchen, save that for Oprah. Just be pleasant to those around you. I know it’s corny as all get out but its true when they say that a little smiley goes a long way. All pessimistic and unhappy people have a congruent problem, they hate people. So why not go a little out of your way to be pleasant. Make this a part of your daily routine and how you interact with people, and in no time it will no longer be going out of your way. And it will make you happier. Karma will repay you, maybe not through things you can see or measure, but one day you will look back at the person you were, and you will see how your actions and Karma has shaped you to become a happier person. Don’t bash it until you try it.

Now Karma’s happy side is nice and all, but it must be known that Karma is a double edged sword. Just as much as it rewards those who have done well, it punishes those who do wrong. Now, I’m not trying to make Karma sound like a harsh caped-crusader beating up wrong-doers, so let me redefine “wrong” for my purposes. As far as Karma is concerned, the world works as a balance. Haha, maybe those crazy Taoists were on to something with that Ying Yang stuff. So anything that has any negative aspects, from laughing at a friend getting shot down to killing a hobo, builds up the negative. So Karma must come in and teach a lesson in a way. Every time you do something mean; you have to face the unlucky side effects of your actions. Maybe in this way you can learn to at least think about the risk/reward situation before doing something unsavory.

Karma’s at its best when it plays on irony. This is where you really start to think. Commonly, especially in moments of ridicule, Karma will almost immediately and normally comically hit you with the very thing that you were just making fun of someone else about. For instance, have you ever been making fun of someone for tripping and falling or hitting a wall and then immediately turn around and kicked a nearby chair? Fast-action Karma. But just often as Karma shows itself quickly, it delays its action.

All those who aren’t deep thinkers, go ahead and stop reading, I’d hate for you to get a little headache in that little head of yours. See its many of those with limited frontal lobe development that argue that they get away with things all the time without any consequence. What they don’t realize is that Karma is simply waiting for them. Many times, it is allowing you to reconcile the problem yourself. If this balance isn’t manually restored in enough time, that’s when Karma hits the hardest. That’s when Karma hits your character. Every action in one’s life influences the character that will shape their every action. As the person begins to believe that they can totally escape punishment for their dishonest actions, Karma begins to cheapen their character. As your character cheapens, so does everything else in your life. The inability to truly value anything in your life is the sole characteristic that will take everything and leave your very existence empty. Ever seen The Christmas Carol? Maybe you should sometime.

So in the last however long it has taken you to read this, I hope you have gotten to think about the idea of Karma. You may still believe what you want but every other belief system contains Karma just by a different name. And as good old Will Shakespeare said, “What’s in a name” anyway? So maybe you can figure out how to make Karma on your side. If it is, life can be great. Please allow me to leave you now with a few pieces on advice. Always be pleasant to others, it’s not that hard and it will bring nothing but good fortune. Always think before you act, risk vs. reward is always advised. And finally, be optimistic. Otherwise, you’re just wasting time.

Me :)

Reflecting on another summer well done

Hey guys, I'm back! I know, I know, it's been a while. I'm sorry, I really am, but you know how summer goes. I was busy. But summer is over and school has started. But although classes have started and the first tests have been taken, I refuse to totally give up my summer quite yet. So, if you don't mind, I will take this opportunity to reminisce on my recent past:
So with May came heat, and with heat comes the pool. As it does every year, the pool immediately hypnotized me and most of my friends and our tranfixion on that beautiful, cool to the touch, man-made body of water almost dragged us to the pool on a daily basis. No, I never got a tan.
Sadly, as it always does, May became June and June meant wrestling. Now I love wrestling and all, but it really does suck to have to leave the pool midday to go roll around with sweaty dudes. But as far as the summer season is concerned, I definitely can't complain. I did fairly well comparatively, probably from hitting the Wrestling Academy in the off season a little, and I'm really pumped for my senior season. I'm looking for a good ending result. Keep riding the wave i was on when the summer ended, beating Lane for a 3rd place finish in the final summer tournament. :D (Wow, that smiley really does look very good on this. And it works so well in text :( )
Well June ended in a bang, me and Celia split up. It sucked, but I really think it was the right decision. I'm doing pretty well right now, but I'll get back to that. So with a bittersweet heart we embarked as a family to the happiest place on Earth. No, not Disney World, Savannah GA silly! I don't know if I've ever touched on this in past posts, but Savannah is hands down my favorite place on this planet. If ever there was a city that could pull me away from all the family and other ties I have in this part of town, it would be Savannah. I absolutely LOVE it down there, and I thourely enjoyed this last trip. It was really good to get away from it all for 5 days and just enjoy life for what it is, an idea I believe everyone should strive for. And with our return to Snellville, July continued to be good. I was able to just hang out here, do what I wanted, and never go to bed angry. I went to the annual Edisto trip, which rocked, although it was really weird without Sam. (I admit it Sammy, I missed you up there. We all did.) The week after Edisto was a little weird, Sam and Alex being at band camp and the Steeles hanging at the beach, but between Brian and my bff Jen Coe, I managed to enjoy myself.
Well now we enter the month in which we currently reside, August. The first 9 days were crazy, all us crazy kids trying to fit in the last bit of fun before school started. I turned 17 the first day of school, love most of my classes, and as of the time I'm writing this, I'm not behind yet. (This could be quite different by the time you read this.) I gots me a new girl friend :) After I obviously turned my swag on (YEAH! :P) before a get together at Dad's friend Dwight's casa (house for those of you who don't habla) and danced rather badly, his step daughter Caycee decided she kinda likes me, and I def like her too. So we've been going out for about a week, and I'll keep you updated on that. But for now I guess it's time to give up the ghost on last summer and move on. Here comes school, here comes responsibility, and here comes cold. I tell you though, it was fun while it lasted.

Just to let you know

Hey everybody, I know, it's been a while. Sorry. But I've just been hanging out lately and I just haven't been on here in a while to post anything. It's not like there are many of yall readin this anyway. Well, not much has really changed in the last month. I've just been living and chilling out. I had a good spring break! It was mainly hanging at the house with buddies or meeting people for dinner, but it's been fun. Me and Celia are good, or maybe Celia and I? Idk, I hate grammer rules, they've been mean to me lately. For instance, my middle name, I spell wrong all the time. It's Keith, but I always spell it Kieth. I before E right? If I recall, it's I before E except after C, or when sounding like A something something, example. Well K isn't a C and there is no "A" sound in Keith, so why the HECK is it EI and not IE?!? Makes no sense to me. But anyway, Celia and I are great, we hit 6 months today. She was gone most of spring break, but she's back now so we can hang out again :). But now, to the meat of why I wrote this blog. I'm not sure if anyone who reads this doesn't know now, but I'm not going to play football this year for Brookwood. After the season this year, I weighed my options and decided that I would regret not concentrating on wrestling and seeing how far I get more than I would not playing and missing out on another losing season under a stupid, arrogant coach. Not that I'm not going too miss this year, I love the sport and the kids I play with are great, but I just can't see choosing football over a possibly successful wrestling season. I play very little role in seeing how far the football team goes, I more just ride that wave, but I fear being solely knocked out of the sectional or state tournament and having to forever wonder, "How far could I have made it?" So, I've decided against a senior season of football, and I've enrolled in the Wrestling Academy along with Coach Cicora's wrestling class in school, and I'm gonna see how far I can go. I apoligize if this somehow dissapoints you, but I think I've made the right choice. Well, Ima go, Ill try to blog again soon. Until then, try to enjoy your life as it is, and I hope to see you soon.

Snow Day

Hey, I just wanted to give a little watsup to my homies... yea, yall are my homies, maybe talk about my weekend, and remove any accusations that I haven't posted in a while. Well, this last week has been great. It's amazing, now that I'm getting home on time, it seems like I have gained another half of the day. I've been doing random stuff in the afternoon like, for instance, cataloging my recorded tapes and setting up our new dvd player, just because I can. I'm so productive now! Well, Friday, the Sober Circle went to laser tag, bowling, then stayed at Alex's house. That's always fun. We were all buzzed most of the time from energy drinks and a 5 hour energy shot, so that added to the fun. I saw a hilarious comedian at Alex's, his name is John Caparulo. If you've never heard of him, stop reading now and look him up. I'll warn you that he does cuss, but most of his content is clean. Then, Friday night/early Saturday morning we watched the movie Boondock Saints. Don't worry, I hadn't heard of it either except when Nathan would mention it, it's his favorite movie. But, now that I've seen it, I have to agree, it's a kick-butt movie. I'm not gonna go ruin it by giving a summary, but once your done watching Caparulo on YouTube, you need to go out and rent this movie. You won't be sorry you did. Then Sunday it snowed, and I played outside with some neighbors, that's also always fun. Monday, we had a snow day, which is great. Cobb county didn't have the day off, which is sad for my cousin Chaz, but it kind of makes me feel good inside that, for once, Gwinnett wasn't the only school to open, it was Cobb. But if you read this Chaz, I was thinking about you. I spent the day mostly at home, and I went to see Fired Up with Celia. I don't recomend the movie, but I definetly couldn't complain about the company. Well, Ima let yall go, just wanted to check up. Take care!

Death to all Tyrants! (Collins Hill :( )

Hey, sorry about how this worked out. I was blogging Friday, but I lost track of time and Mom showed up and I had to leave to go to State and cheer on my teammates. Well, I'm home from State, I'm exhausted, and I'll probably have to finish this post tomorrow morning, but I'm happy. I really wish I had gone to State to match last year, it really has changed my idea of my priorities. I don't know what it was, but seeing the joy in every one's faces when someone won the match to place or something, it made me want that. I can hardly imagine hopping around on that center mat, with everyone watching, looking in the face of my family sitting in the corner of the mat during the finals. It has to be such a satisfying feeling and state of mind. Even just making it to State would be huge. I mean think, you make it to the show, even if you lose two straight matches and get out, your still top 16 in the state. That's really good. And with Brookwood being a AAAAA school, this is the best of the best, the cream of the crop, the botta of the bing (idk, I'm reachin'). This whole varsity wrestling experience is making me rethink next year. I'm kind of kicking around the idea of not playing football next year. I just have to wonder where I could be one year from now if I only concentrate on Wrestling, and I don't think playing, more like watching from really good seats, Brookwood football is worth not testing it out. I want to be sure that, when I'm done next year, I can know that I didn't miss any chances, and I'm afraid playing football will prove itself to have been a waste of time and effort. It is kind of sad to think of not playing that senior year, but I just think my passion for wrestling outweighs any benefits football will bring me.
But anyway, to the tournament. I have to say, this was some of the most exciting, intense wrestling that I have ever seen. The whole stinkin tournament was upsets. It was crazy. Brookwood had two people place, seniors Joe Epps, 5th at 130, and Corbin Neilson, 4th at 215. That was good, and they had some crazy matches, but I have to say, there were others that were great. For instance, there is a heavyweight from Union Grove names Mena who is half minivan. He's huge, and scary huge. He's cut as all get-out, built in a V shape, but has to cut weight to make 285. His shoulders are at least twice as wide as mine. Well, big shock, he was picked by many to win State this year. He had a rough match against some white kid, who's school I can't remember right now, and lost in overtime. Then yesterday, after pinning his first opponent in 8 seconds, met a sophomore from Central. Somehow, Mena was pinned in the 3th period, and we all almost passed out in excitement. But that wasn't the only intense match of the weekend, although I won't bore you with two many stories.
However, I will bore you with one more, in order to express the true feeling of the weekend and thus explain the title of this blog. Ok, Parkview and Grayson lost a special part of my heart the last few days. As of today, Collins Hill holds sole possession of the most disliked school in my mind. Those were the most obnoxious, snobby, good :(, loud, pain-in-the-butt, classless group of people I have ever had to spend considerable time with. Those stupid fans had every noicemaking tool and technique, and wouldn't shut up. They were considerably obnoxious. Seriously, it seems, no matter what team you were from, you cheered for the guy wrestling the Collins Hill kid. I cheered for kids from places even like Parkview and Grayson, just because they were wrestling Collins Hill. Then, they had 6 wrestlers in the finals. Well, they had won 5 and were waiting anxiously, but sadly not quietly for their 6th wrestler. He was a 215 from Valdosta, and was counted out from the beginning. No one figured that anyone could touch the kid from Collins Hill. However, the score was only 1-0 in the 3rd with Valdosta on bottom. Well, with about 40 seconds left in the match, Collins Hill started to stall. For those of you not familiar with the sport of Wrestling, stalling is when you cause yourself to get into a position where, while your not doing anything, the other wrestler can't do anything either. I you do this for over 5 seconds, you get warned. Do it again, it's a point for the other guy. Well, with I believe 37 seconds left, Collins Hill gets hit with a second stalling call. Now it's all tied up. This causes Collins Hill's little cheering section to flip. Their coach calls the Refs over to discuss the call, for a long time I might add, and my favorite part of the match occurred. Most people were pretty chill at this moment because all the other mats were done, so the AAAAA final was the only one going, and there weren't many Valdosta people there. Well, once Collins Hill's fans quited, the Collin's Hill wrestler waved his hands for them to cheer again. This causes them to chant something... I'm sure they practise that by the way. Well, in an attempt to salvage something, the Valdosta gives one wave to his small section of Valdosta fans. However, the entire arena, everyone from every school other than Collins Hill, stood up and started to chant his name. Most people didn't even know the kids name and had to look it up, but never fail, the Collins Hill people were immediately covered up. I loved it. Sure enough, after fighting for a little, Valdosta got an escape with 2 seconds left and won. The place went WILD. It was one of the moments you just had to sit back and observe. It was the ultimate David and Goliath story, only Goliath's obnoxiously loud friends and family were there to see it. It was great, and really put a capitalization point on a great tournament. Well, I could definitely sit here and talk about the tourney all day, but its actually really early Sunday morning now, and I need to go to sleep. But if you want to read more, you can always read the tiny one I wrote Friday, since I'm sure you haven't yet. Well, if you made it this far, thanks for reading all of this, I kinda got long-winded. Well, I'll blog again soon, till then, take care!

I'm doin' great, so I figured I'd brag about it :)

Hey guys, what's up? I'm sure hopin that we're all doing good. (By "we're", I meant ya'll, I'm just trying to make it more personal, like we're all together. I sure am clever, aren't I?) Well, today's Thursday, meaning my Wrestling season's officially over. I'm now entering the strange, blissful 3 month time period during which I'm not doing any high school sports. It's crazy, I start the year in football, then the school day after we lose some game we should've never lost due to crappy coaching, I start Wrestling. That wonderful sport lasts to, well, yesterday, unless I end up making it to State, which I definetly plan to make next year. Now, I get to chill out like a "normal" high schooler, only playing the extraordinarily chill sport of Baseball. Well, I'm done with bragging and it's actually Saturday night now, I'll explain, and I want to post a totally different blog on another subject, so I'm gonna rap this one up. I'll talk to ya'll again in like two seconds in my next post. See ya'll!

Just Checking In... I'm Bored :( Kinda...

Hey guys, what up? I just be chillin here at my crib and I figured I'd let my homies know what's crackin... Wow, I'm really white. Well, if you didn't quite catch what all that junk was, I'm just kinda relaxin at the house... the normal sunday... and I figured, it's been a while since I've blogged, why not do it know? I tell you, I love just chilling out here after wrestling yesterday, but I feel slightly stir crazy. Well, at least I can eat. My wresling season ended yesterday with a slightly dissapointing Area Championships on my part. It kind of stinks, but I'm ok. The parents aren't home, so me and Sam have been hangin' with Grandma for the weekend. They got a free cruise from my mom's work, so those lucky pains are relaxing in the Bahamas, but I'm not jealous (of those little jerks). But I don't care, I'm happy. I absolutly love life at the moment, everything's pretty good. I think... I've got chocolate milk, that's good. I love chocolate, and chocolate milk is most defenitly the best possible chocolate option for consuming in beverage form. And I finished that sentence in words that were unneccesarily lengthly.
No, but I really am good. Even dissapointments and short-comings aren't overly effecting. I seem to be able to allow things to roll of my back, which is normally my goal in life, but it doesn't normally just happen this well. But, I can't complain, cause that would be dumb. So, what to say now... well, if any of ya'll care, me and Celia's doing good. We're hittin 4 months together on Thursday, the 12th. It really is amazing, I didn't figure I could be with one girl for over a month. And next week is Valentines day (I probably misspelled valentines, but what ever) and that should be good. I had the SC over the other day (for those of you not 'in the know,' the SC is the Sober Circle, read the last blog) and, as normally happens, I picked up some new music. The biggest of which is a band called Framing Hanely, who does a rock version of Lil' Wayne's "Lollipop" and, since that song's so good, I listened to the rest of the album. It really is good, I'm real happy that I listened to Nate. Well, I'm afraid that I gotta go look for a new power cord for my cell online. It seems to have broken, so I have been keeping my phone off to save the battery. That is probably adding to the stir-craziness, I can't talk to nobody. Well, Ima run and I'll hit ya'll later.

Just a quick post

Hey, I just wanted to post something quick, I'm trying to do this more often, for some reason. So, how yall doin'? Well, you can't answer, but I'll assume the best. Well, I've been good, life's good, can't complain. We didn't wrestle last week, not something I really should be happy about, but it was ok. And, for some reason, we got Monday off. It was the best MLK day I've ever had!!! I took full advantage of my 3 day weekend (in January!!!). Saturday me and the family met Memaw and Granddaddy at the World of Wheels car show. It was cool, there were some cars there that I would die for. After that, we all went to Monterrey, which is always nice. Then, Dad dropped Memaw and Granddaddy off, and Me and Mom stopped and got Celia so we could hang out a while. I love seeing her and that was a great way to end the day. Only, it didn't end the day (didn't see that coming, did you?), after dropping Celia back off at home, I ran up to my friend Alex's to spend the night. We had another "Sober Circle" meeting, don't worry about the name, it's a long story, and I haven't seen Nathan, the third member of the SC, in a while, so that was cool. Interesting talking to Nathan, I tell you, but I love that kid, no matter how much stupid stuff he does. Sunday, after about 5 hours of sleep and getting home at 2, I basically just chilled out and watched football. Sadly, I felt pretty bad and feel asleep on the couch, so I couldn't go with Celia to church this week (sorry 'bout that God). Monday, which I had off (in January! I normally have to wait till the off season in March to have those), we had our first SC field trip. We hit the mall first, just Me, Nathan, his girl friend Emily, whom I had only briefly met once, Celia :), who had never met those other two, and Alex, who also was meeting Emily for the first time. Girl Alex, Alex's girl couldn't come to that part because she was riding horses. That was fun, kinda pointless, but fun. Everyone who was meeting people got along great, so we'll probably do that again. Then, we went to Chinese, minus Nathan and Emily, with girl Alex to eat, then we killed some time at Target. After that, we went to see Yes Man with Nathan, who rejoined the group. That was a great movie by the way. Well, I just wanted to just post something short and Mom's finishing dinner, so I'll hit yall later. Hope yall are great till then!

I just need to write

Hey, I don't know why, but I've been in a goofy mood lately, so I'm tryin maybe to just talk to no one for a while and maybe it'll break me out of this. This post will probably take a few days to write, it may never be posted, idk, but it should help me vent, and that seems to work with others. Well, um, to start off, me week so far's been good. It's thursday right now, and i wrestled yesturday. That was a little dissapointing, we didn't wrestle till 9 after showing up at 5, and we only got one match, not 2 as we were promised. I won my match by I think 6. My kid was stubborn and the ref stunk, I got punched and he didn't call it, but I guess I can't complain. Plus, I got Monday off so I plan on spending it with my girl, my best friend, and the girl that got me and Celia together. I'm pretty stinkin pumped. My guitar hero drums came in!!! I had to send them off before the first of the year because one of the cymbals didn't work. I had to write a paper tonight, but I definetly plan on gettin' those babies out tomorrow! Um, I've been listening to my Christmas music lately. The Flyleaf CD is awesome, I defenitly recomend it. The new Shinedown's great, he's got a great voice, and the Three Days Grace is good to. I wasn't totally sure what to expect with that one, but it is cool. I bought the Kevin Rudolf CD, and it is awesome. He is an alternative, punkish rock guy on Lil' Wayne's Cash Money Records and the mix of his amazing guitar skills and the rap beats makes a great mix. Seriously, look it up, its great.

Ok, well, what chould I talk about now? Um, I've been thinking lately and noticed something, I'm facinated by human behavior. I mean think about it, is there anything we as people are so connected with yet have such little understanding about? We can't even explain our own actions. I talked with my friend Derek the other day, Derek is one of Los Patos for those of you 'in the know,' about his Psycology class, and I'm so pumped to take it next year. I've also started to make a small list of people I would love to talk with, and they all have specific reasons to catch my attention. Ok, this is gonna take a strange turn because it is now Friday night, and I'm stuck at home while all my friends are at the basketball game. I also want to take a second to describe the mood I'm in right now. Today, friday, the lunch had asian bites. For those of you not familiar with asian bites, they're the best things the school can possibly serve. And they used to be served on Tuesdays (sorry for the random capitalization of week days, I'm not sure if they're supposed to be capitalized, so I figure if I capitilize half of them, I'm garenteed to get half of 'em right). Well, being tuesday, I could always be safe in the knowledge that I could work them off before making wieght, and I could splurge on them a little. Well, at fridays, I can't always take that chance. However, I don't have to make wieght till next friday, so I enjoyed my lunch today. Then, I recieved the news that I don't have practise MLK day, so I'm going to Discover Mills and a movie (I might have mentioned that earlier, but I can't remember and I'm too lazy to check). Third, we just had pizza and cinnamon sticks from Papa Johns. So, for the first time, I had asian bites today, have a three day weekend staring at me, and am completely full of pizza and sweet, beutifully dellious breadsticks, and it's JANURARY! I normally have to wait untill March to be like that. Ok, sorry, well I've kind of lost interest in what ever it was I was talking about.
I'm so happy. Woah, the font changed, what the heck?!? All I did was press enter. Oh well, it's a nice change. Well, I just wanted all of yall to know that I'm living a pretty good life lately. I don't know why, and I can't say I'm always happy, my emotions are all jacked, but I have to say, life is treatin' me well. Things just seem to work out for me. It just seems like, although I'm busy and stuff can be pretty much a pain in the butt, wait, the font just changed. I'm serious, I'm not changing any thing, the font is just randomly changing. But anyway, I'm really digging my life and everything about it. Those who are close to me may know this, but I wouldn't trade anything if I had the chance. I always see others sturggling through life or dreading every morning, living only with the idea of getting through the day, not enjoying the day when it is here. Ok, well I've rambled enough, I feel pretty straight now, thanks for listening, even if you didn't. I'm glad to know yall care, take care.

The Pursuit of Happiness

Hey, how yall doin'? I know I ended my last blog, which i wrote ages ago, with "I'll talk to yall later." And it's a lot later. But i can explain. You see, after my last blog, I had the whole Christmas thing, and I didn't want to go on my computer much. And by the way, Christmas was great. It never fails to be the best time of the year. I love it. It's also funny that, although I loved everything I got, one of my favorite, most surprising gifts was a text book from the CIA (Culinary Institute of America) in my stocking. I literally teared up when I got it. Ok, to get back on track, after Christmas, my power cord to my laptop broke and I just got a new one today, so I'm just now able to blog again. Ok, well life is still as it was, I'm just trying to live with what I got. Celia's doing good. We hit three months tomorrow (Jan. 12) and I'm loving every minute of it. Wrestling still drags on. It's fun, just tiring. Its slightly depressing to think that, of all year, I've only gone home at the bell twice, once to get my license, and once to study for my LA exam, which I owned. Otherwise, I've had a sports-related obligation every day this year. That's an entire semester of staying after. I'm really starting to look forward to March, when I enter my 3 month vacation with only 2 days of loose football workouts a week. Most of the time, the bell's gonna ring, and, having learned to do most of my homework in school, I'm gonna have an entire afternoon free to do what ever it is I want to do. I'm so pumped. But, at the same time, I'm gonna miss the sports. It really is a terribly wonderful paradox. I always have something to look forward to.
However, all of this thinking to the future has me stuck in yet another attempt to define the world. I've been thinking, does it make me greedy or irresponsible to live, at least for now, to enjoy myself. Does it make me a lesser, irresponsible person to live for fun and enjoyment. Even as one ages and must take on the responsibility of others dependent on you for their very survival, aren't you living to enjoy yourself? No, of course not, you say. How could that be figured with all the sacrifices that must be made to provide a wonderful life for others? Well, I'm definitely not in a position to speak from any experience on this subject, but from what I see out of my parents and their actions, I have to figure that, although it is hard and you personally might not be doing what you want to do, don't you enjoy seeing the enjoyment that is brought forth from your sacrifice. I don't want to sound like a freak, but you show me someone who doesn't become happy watching a small child smile, and I'll show you someone who knows no happiness. You need other examples, I got 'em.
If any one of you out there has every practised a sport, you know that practises normally stink. It's no fun to have to go out there and work and review trivial things constantly. But, it has been discovered on many occasions, the feeling and enjoyment in winning that game knowing you've worked hard to get there far outweigh those with no effort tied into it. To be frank, I have decided to live the life I wish to live, I will live my life to the fullest and work to enjoy every minute of it. I feel that that's honestly a common goal among people, just it isn't commonly referred to. Greed and the idea of being characterised as greedy or selfish is a deep fear among people. But really, the idea of living for your own enjoyment isn't greed. As long as you keep the priorities in mind, it can be just the opposite. One just has to keep in mind, at least in my opinion, that helping others better enjoy life brings pleasure to yourself. Helping others always seem to help yourself, and that's probably a driving force behind some of the happiest, most successful people alive. Well, I'm gonna go eat Mexican food, sorry for making this a little long. Thanks to those who read this whole thing and can try to take it as it is. I'm not trying to be an all knowing person, I'm just trying to figure out my life when the world still has a little innocence. Many wise man have noted that the most honest and true observations have come from those the youngest. I'm just trying to help myself in the road ahead and, if i happen to hit on anything worth while, help those reading this. Ok, well now I'm really going, Ill try to post again soon. Until then, just try to enjoy yourself, I feel it'll help out in the end.

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.