Here are a few observation/notes that I made toward the end of the week and weekend.
On the way to work on Friday it was absolutely pouring out. I passed this black guy walking on 101 and he was laughing hysterically to himself. This image stuck with me for the rest of the day at work and every now and than I would burst out in laughter. I think my dad thought I was high.
Kix and Reese's Puffs are an awesome cereal combo.
Pseudoephedrine does absolutely nothing for me. Is anybody cooking up a batch of meth? Because I have 96 pills to contribute.
Survivor has become a carpet party, the most unappealing thing to watch and everything I fear in starting a season. I don't get why girls always do this on the show..."Lets us girls stick together and vote out all of the guys." "Yea, high five for dyke's!" Never before have guys sat around and said. "hey, lets just vote out all the girls. Go bros!" Give it a rest ladies, the womans liberation movement happened a long time ago. So why don't I just stop watching the show? I can't, I could try, but It wouldn't happen. I haven't done drugs for the majority of my lifetime but survivor is my heroine and I have been using since the summer of 2000. I can't kick it.
Thursday's episode of The Office was one of my favorites yet. Toby jumping the gate and Dwight at the club, too funny.
Grain Belt Premium cold and out of a bottle might be my favorite beer.
Nicole Kidman is at the top of sexy in Eyes Wide Shut. Like seriously.
Drunk and bored, there is no better filler than watching videos of Tommy Gavin on youtube.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
The Life Of a Bed Rest Victim
I thought I would try to throw together an entry real quick.
I'm still sick. The weather is gorgeous. My sanity level is confused. I thought a weekend of doing absolutely nothing but sitting around watching the tele would cure this bug, but it did not. It didn't help that on Saturday Justin was outside cutting trees and burning them. It looked liked so much fun and I couldn't resist so I went outside, barefoot (genius), and burned shit with him for a while. He convinced me to drink a beer with him. I declined numerous times because of my illness but Justin is probably one of the best peer pressurer's that I know and he got me to throw one down. I felt even more like shit right away and just sat around the house for the rest of the day. It was even more beautiful on Sunday and I sat in my room staring out into the yard at Justin and Megan doing yard work. I felt like Jimmy Stewart in Rear Window or, even more, like Bart in that episode of The Simpsons that plays on Rear Window. I almost started writing a play. I don't know what it is that I have. The plague maybe? All I know is that I have a nasty cough and my left ear is plugged up and I can't hear out of it. I'm just kind of hoping it fixes itself but I pretty much know it won't without some real antibiotics. Sux. I know after this ordeal I'll be back on some form of health care and won't have any issues for the next five years. Its stuff like this that makes me hate life. Maybe I should of voted for Hillary after all.
So yea, so far this post is me being a little bitch. But wait...it continues.
It's not helping that I'm working 8 + hours of real, physical, work. My dad doesn't care that I'm sick. I get back at him though. Every day at lunch I unleash the most unholiest of unholy of fumes and it completely ruins his lunch. Other than being sick, work has been going great. It's a awesome feeling coming home around 4 knowing I worked at least 8 hours. It will be even better when I'm not a lump and I actually start to do things. The only thing that kept me up late last week were The Wild games. I can't wait to come home, grill, play street hockey, go bowling, go to the bar, go out on the lake. You know, do stuff that actually makes the day feel full.
My best friend has been the TV. I have watched a ton of shit. The new Real World seems promising. They really could of avoided the whole "I'm going to Hollywood to become famous" type of shit. These people knew as soon as they signed up for the show that the only thing they would be known by for the rest of their lives would be a three month spot on reality television. Sarah is damn cute and I'm really excited to see her cheat on her lame looking boyfriend. I can not believe that they casted a stripper from Philly. I mean I know why they did, obvious drama. But it's not the typical type of drama Real World casts. You know, white frat guys who get drunk and do stupid things and slutty girls drama. This Briana character belongs on the Bad Girls Club, not Real World. We find out in the first episode that there is a warrant for her arrest in Philly that she did not know about. HA. Hilarious. Plus in the next episode preview the silly stupid girl from the south tells her not to get all ghetto. What does Briana do in response? She gets all ghetto. I'll place money on her not lasting a month in the house. Ah that poor blond girl. I do love the southern folk on the Real World. They seem to be the only truly innocent people on the show. Kalcutta from Sydney's cast seemed like the nicest person in the world.
There is this new show on MTV that I'm kind of obsessed with. It's called The Paper. It follows the lives of high school students who are journalism nuts. I'm pretty sure the school is exclusively for Jews because they all either look or act like em. One of the girls had such a Jewish shnozz that she got a nose job, no joke. The most intriguing fact about the show is the main storyline. This over achieving girl Amanda won editor in chief and none of the other students were happy about it so they act like typical high school students and are pricks to her. The worst part is that these kids are just as bad, if not worse, than Amanda. Its like watching a bunch of autistic kids gang up on the one kid with downs, or vice versa. I hope by the end of the season Amanda gets some guts and tells all of these d-bags off.
The majority of my TV watching has been devoted to playoffs. I started to write this entry when I got home from work but kind of put it on hold. At that time I was going to write that wins from The Caps and Flames tonight would help remove that bitter taste in my mouth left by The Minnesota Wild. Unfortunately The Caps lost. They got fucked though. Philly should have never had that second goal. How the refs could ignore a forward completely driving a defenseman into Huet and knocking him over...it just boggles my mind. Sucks when shitty stuff happens like that in a game 7. The Caps will be fine though. I just read a stat that 18 of the 20 goals scored were by players under the age of 24. Thats nuts. So it's up to The Flames to at least make a split for emotions on the night. They're down 2-4 in the second right now. Oh how I would love to see San Jose disappoint yet again. It would also be nice to know that there are no southern teams left (Yes this coming from a Tampa fan, and Yes Dallas is still in it but their franchise has been around forever). Plus The Flames are a ton of fun to watch in the playoffs. Iginla is in the top 3 players in the league. 1. Ovie 2. Crosby 3. Iginla. Shit now its 5-2. Come on Flames. What are you doing!
Ahh I was going to write more but now I'm distraught.
I'm not sure who actually reads this blog. Sean, Tom, that could be it. In case there are others I opened up commenting for anyone. So, you know, leave an anonymous message like "fag" or something.
I'm still sick. The weather is gorgeous. My sanity level is confused. I thought a weekend of doing absolutely nothing but sitting around watching the tele would cure this bug, but it did not. It didn't help that on Saturday Justin was outside cutting trees and burning them. It looked liked so much fun and I couldn't resist so I went outside, barefoot (genius), and burned shit with him for a while. He convinced me to drink a beer with him. I declined numerous times because of my illness but Justin is probably one of the best peer pressurer's that I know and he got me to throw one down. I felt even more like shit right away and just sat around the house for the rest of the day. It was even more beautiful on Sunday and I sat in my room staring out into the yard at Justin and Megan doing yard work. I felt like Jimmy Stewart in Rear Window or, even more, like Bart in that episode of The Simpsons that plays on Rear Window. I almost started writing a play. I don't know what it is that I have. The plague maybe? All I know is that I have a nasty cough and my left ear is plugged up and I can't hear out of it. I'm just kind of hoping it fixes itself but I pretty much know it won't without some real antibiotics. Sux. I know after this ordeal I'll be back on some form of health care and won't have any issues for the next five years. Its stuff like this that makes me hate life. Maybe I should of voted for Hillary after all.
So yea, so far this post is me being a little bitch. But wait...it continues.
It's not helping that I'm working 8 + hours of real, physical, work. My dad doesn't care that I'm sick. I get back at him though. Every day at lunch I unleash the most unholiest of unholy of fumes and it completely ruins his lunch. Other than being sick, work has been going great. It's a awesome feeling coming home around 4 knowing I worked at least 8 hours. It will be even better when I'm not a lump and I actually start to do things. The only thing that kept me up late last week were The Wild games. I can't wait to come home, grill, play street hockey, go bowling, go to the bar, go out on the lake. You know, do stuff that actually makes the day feel full.
My best friend has been the TV. I have watched a ton of shit. The new Real World seems promising. They really could of avoided the whole "I'm going to Hollywood to become famous" type of shit. These people knew as soon as they signed up for the show that the only thing they would be known by for the rest of their lives would be a three month spot on reality television. Sarah is damn cute and I'm really excited to see her cheat on her lame looking boyfriend. I can not believe that they casted a stripper from Philly. I mean I know why they did, obvious drama. But it's not the typical type of drama Real World casts. You know, white frat guys who get drunk and do stupid things and slutty girls drama. This Briana character belongs on the Bad Girls Club, not Real World. We find out in the first episode that there is a warrant for her arrest in Philly that she did not know about. HA. Hilarious. Plus in the next episode preview the silly stupid girl from the south tells her not to get all ghetto. What does Briana do in response? She gets all ghetto. I'll place money on her not lasting a month in the house. Ah that poor blond girl. I do love the southern folk on the Real World. They seem to be the only truly innocent people on the show. Kalcutta from Sydney's cast seemed like the nicest person in the world.
There is this new show on MTV that I'm kind of obsessed with. It's called The Paper. It follows the lives of high school students who are journalism nuts. I'm pretty sure the school is exclusively for Jews because they all either look or act like em. One of the girls had such a Jewish shnozz that she got a nose job, no joke. The most intriguing fact about the show is the main storyline. This over achieving girl Amanda won editor in chief and none of the other students were happy about it so they act like typical high school students and are pricks to her. The worst part is that these kids are just as bad, if not worse, than Amanda. Its like watching a bunch of autistic kids gang up on the one kid with downs, or vice versa. I hope by the end of the season Amanda gets some guts and tells all of these d-bags off.
The majority of my TV watching has been devoted to playoffs. I started to write this entry when I got home from work but kind of put it on hold. At that time I was going to write that wins from The Caps and Flames tonight would help remove that bitter taste in my mouth left by The Minnesota Wild. Unfortunately The Caps lost. They got fucked though. Philly should have never had that second goal. How the refs could ignore a forward completely driving a defenseman into Huet and knocking him over...it just boggles my mind. Sucks when shitty stuff happens like that in a game 7. The Caps will be fine though. I just read a stat that 18 of the 20 goals scored were by players under the age of 24. Thats nuts. So it's up to The Flames to at least make a split for emotions on the night. They're down 2-4 in the second right now. Oh how I would love to see San Jose disappoint yet again. It would also be nice to know that there are no southern teams left (Yes this coming from a Tampa fan, and Yes Dallas is still in it but their franchise has been around forever). Plus The Flames are a ton of fun to watch in the playoffs. Iginla is in the top 3 players in the league. 1. Ovie 2. Crosby 3. Iginla. Shit now its 5-2. Come on Flames. What are you doing!
Ahh I was going to write more but now I'm distraught.
I'm not sure who actually reads this blog. Sean, Tom, that could be it. In case there are others I opened up commenting for anyone. So, you know, leave an anonymous message like "fag" or something.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Coma, coma, coma coma
So here is an attempt at a somewhat real update.
Me, I, him, that guy, this guy? What I do now- I'm currently working with my dad as a carpenter in training but basically as his bitch. I'm making decent money with the possibility to make great money in the future, if I stick with it. I actually am enjoying it. I haven't worked with my dad in a few years and my maturity has kind of grown in the fact that I'm not a little smart ass about everything he asks me to do. We work sporadic hours. Usually from 7am to 3:30 or 4. It's quite a drastic change from my hockey rinks/paper route work schedule and I am still getting used to it. My biological clock has already started to kick in though. One great thing about being up so early are the morning shows. I get to listen to KQ again. That makes the early part of the morning fly by. The half ass guys are still hilarious too. I try to listen to Common Man but my dad hates him and always wants to listen to Rush Limbaugh. I fucking hate that guy. Seriously, so worthless. That is the worst part of the day, when I have to listen to that swine in the afternoon. My dads convinced I'll convert and start to love him but thats just not happening. Another great thing about working normal hours is that weekends are actually weekends now. Before they were just days that I couldn't embellish because I had to do the route. Oh god, fuck the route, so happy to be done with that. The Legacy is also happy we're done. When I was doing the route I would have to fill up at least once, usually twice, a week. The last time I filled up was the Monday after my last weekend and I have been driving to Loretto every day for work. So do I still want to be a screenwriter? Of course I do. But this is what I'm doing now and I'm enjoying and embracing it. I need someone to go at screen writing along side with me. We will be the next Matt Damon and Ben Affleck.
This past Saturday I went to Courtney Berglund's wedding. Pretty crazy that she got married. What is crazier to think about is how many people we know that are married/have babies. The baby tally is pretty ridiculous. These people make me feel old. The wedding ended up being a ton of fun and I got shitfaced. Some events happened later in the night that kind of tainted the evening as a whole, but the wedding was a blast and I'm happy that I went.
Today is the first knock out day of spring. It is gorgeous. So what am I doing? Sitting inside nursing an illness. I should be outside playing street hockey in the coldesac with all the neighborhood kids (think You, Me, and Dupree) but instead I'm quarantined to my room where for the past few nights I have been inhaling vitamin c tablets and sucking down cough drops while watching the NHL playoffs. It was a long winter and I thought I had made it the entire length without even a cold. I even said that out loud. But than it got cold and snowy/rainy one last time and that fucked me up. Plus there seems to be a bug going around. This is the most sick I have been in a long time. I really should go see a doctor but I have no health insurance at the time being. I'll check web md later. Who knows, maybe I'm dying. That would be a nice break from god that I would appreciate.
Despite being sick, this weather is reminding me of stuff and getting me excited. I'll just make a list:
So with my new found income I think I'm going to join a health club to try and get back in shape and shed a few pounds. I'm hesitant to join Lifetime because I'd rather go to a place where I'm less likely to see someone I know, but I'll more than likely end up joining. I'm actually going to fix my old BMX bike soon. I know I have said that in the past, but I mean it this time. Justin has a rad set of tools here I can exploit so it's going to happen.
Ok, ending this abruptly.
Me, I, him, that guy, this guy? What I do now- I'm currently working with my dad as a carpenter in training but basically as his bitch. I'm making decent money with the possibility to make great money in the future, if I stick with it. I actually am enjoying it. I haven't worked with my dad in a few years and my maturity has kind of grown in the fact that I'm not a little smart ass about everything he asks me to do. We work sporadic hours. Usually from 7am to 3:30 or 4. It's quite a drastic change from my hockey rinks/paper route work schedule and I am still getting used to it. My biological clock has already started to kick in though. One great thing about being up so early are the morning shows. I get to listen to KQ again. That makes the early part of the morning fly by. The half ass guys are still hilarious too. I try to listen to Common Man but my dad hates him and always wants to listen to Rush Limbaugh. I fucking hate that guy. Seriously, so worthless. That is the worst part of the day, when I have to listen to that swine in the afternoon. My dads convinced I'll convert and start to love him but thats just not happening. Another great thing about working normal hours is that weekends are actually weekends now. Before they were just days that I couldn't embellish because I had to do the route. Oh god, fuck the route, so happy to be done with that. The Legacy is also happy we're done. When I was doing the route I would have to fill up at least once, usually twice, a week. The last time I filled up was the Monday after my last weekend and I have been driving to Loretto every day for work. So do I still want to be a screenwriter? Of course I do. But this is what I'm doing now and I'm enjoying and embracing it. I need someone to go at screen writing along side with me. We will be the next Matt Damon and Ben Affleck.
This past Saturday I went to Courtney Berglund's wedding. Pretty crazy that she got married. What is crazier to think about is how many people we know that are married/have babies. The baby tally is pretty ridiculous. These people make me feel old. The wedding ended up being a ton of fun and I got shitfaced. Some events happened later in the night that kind of tainted the evening as a whole, but the wedding was a blast and I'm happy that I went.
Today is the first knock out day of spring. It is gorgeous. So what am I doing? Sitting inside nursing an illness. I should be outside playing street hockey in the coldesac with all the neighborhood kids (think You, Me, and Dupree) but instead I'm quarantined to my room where for the past few nights I have been inhaling vitamin c tablets and sucking down cough drops while watching the NHL playoffs. It was a long winter and I thought I had made it the entire length without even a cold. I even said that out loud. But than it got cold and snowy/rainy one last time and that fucked me up. Plus there seems to be a bug going around. This is the most sick I have been in a long time. I really should go see a doctor but I have no health insurance at the time being. I'll check web md later. Who knows, maybe I'm dying. That would be a nice break from god that I would appreciate.
Despite being sick, this weather is reminding me of stuff and getting me excited. I'll just make a list:
- Grilling.
- Street Hockey.
- Drive-In.
- The State of the Tom Address
- New outdoor ballpark for the Twins
- Shorts
- The fishing opener (I have the bug this year, I'm fishing a ton)
- Bonfires
- Lake Minnetonka
- All of the above + drinking
So with my new found income I think I'm going to join a health club to try and get back in shape and shed a few pounds. I'm hesitant to join Lifetime because I'd rather go to a place where I'm less likely to see someone I know, but I'll more than likely end up joining. I'm actually going to fix my old BMX bike soon. I know I have said that in the past, but I mean it this time. Justin has a rad set of tools here I can exploit so it's going to happen.
Ok, ending this abruptly.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Music I Like
Here are some videos of bands I like these days. What a shitty journal, all he does is post videos. I knew this already. So sorry.
I got one of those farts coming that I know if I unleash, I'll poop my pants. sucks.
I basically listen to shit that I listened to when I was a sophomore in hike school.
I might contribute a real entry soon, perhaps.
I got one of those farts coming that I know if I unleash, I'll poop my pants. sucks.
I basically listen to shit that I listened to when I was a sophomore in hike school.
I might contribute a real entry soon, perhaps.
Friday, April 4, 2008
The Psycho Gene
You can't be a hockey goalie and be normal. The two just don't fit. Through out my life I have never known one who isn't, at least, just a little bit off. They're either really quiet and keep to themselves or they are outspoken and everything that comes out of their mouth is a.) funny, b.) gibberish that doesn't make sense, or c.) both a and b. I don't blame them either. I played one season in net when I was younger and I wanted to kill myself after every single goal I let in. Thank god I didn't stick with it. My groin, knees, and mental state are all happy about that as well. Anyway, here are some videos to support my point (as if I needed them)
Visual evidence
Ron Hextall, probably my favorite goalie growing up because he loved to score goals and I thought that was cool. I didn't realize how much of a nut he was until I got older
Awesome music choice by the creator of this video... but I could seriously watch that video over and over again.
Patrick Roy, I always hated him and I still do. The best evidence of his psycho qualities are through his son.
Apparently Patrick was yelling at his son to go take on the other goalie, who wanted nothing to do with the whole ordeal. Good job Roy's!
Than there is Manny Legace, who is just a funny guy. Here are a couple quotes from him
“Our team played great, it was our goalie that stunk.”
"I'd like to thank my parents for messing around 29 years ago"
Than there is that one, I can't find, from when the Wings lost in the first round and someone asked him how he felt and he said he felt like going home and hanging himself.
I don't know if this behavior transfers to other goalies in different sports. I can't imagine being a lacrosse goalie can be very fun. I played in net at the soccer blast tournament this past winter and that wasn't necessarily exciting, so I imagine soccer goalies are a little mixed up as well. I don't know. Someone should do a study. All I know is that this can't be fun...
Visual evidence
Ron Hextall, probably my favorite goalie growing up because he loved to score goals and I thought that was cool. I didn't realize how much of a nut he was until I got older
Awesome music choice by the creator of this video... but I could seriously watch that video over and over again.
Patrick Roy, I always hated him and I still do. The best evidence of his psycho qualities are through his son.
Apparently Patrick was yelling at his son to go take on the other goalie, who wanted nothing to do with the whole ordeal. Good job Roy's!
Than there is Manny Legace, who is just a funny guy. Here are a couple quotes from him
“Our team played great, it was our goalie that stunk.”
"I'd like to thank my parents for messing around 29 years ago"
Than there is that one, I can't find, from when the Wings lost in the first round and someone asked him how he felt and he said he felt like going home and hanging himself.
I don't know if this behavior transfers to other goalies in different sports. I can't imagine being a lacrosse goalie can be very fun. I played in net at the soccer blast tournament this past winter and that wasn't necessarily exciting, so I imagine soccer goalies are a little mixed up as well. I don't know. Someone should do a study. All I know is that this can't be fun...
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