Ah geez

Bill Parcels turned down the Falcons job cause apparently he got a revised offer from a certain Miami-based team...

Crap...

Hehe

Jamie Lynn Spears is pregnant at age 16...

Hm...I love my friend Grace.

She's da bomb, no doubt. Usually freshman are annoying, but not Grace. Thankfully she's mature enough not to laugh at the dumbest stuff out there. Course, when I need someone to laugh at my "That's what she said" jokes, I go to her. I have two favorite freshman. Roberto is my favorite freshman dude and Grace is my favorite freshman chick. She is one of the reasons I look foward to WH2. If I didn't know Grace, I'd probally be a lost soul and never would say a "That's what she said joke".

Hm...I love Grace...

=]

Napoleon

While he may be sexist and sorta kinda hates kids, the guy knows how to take power...touche Mr. Bonaparte

Paul Lo Duca is a Nat?

Lame...

not to mention he'll join Jesus Flores and Lastings Milledge up in D.C.

Mega lame...

oh well, I'll still be able to see them play

Aybody want to do some community service with me?

Leave me some feedback if you do...
I figure it'll look good on our college transcripts...

Hm...Lynchburg sucks

Haha...talk about a lame college. Only good part about it was the indoor track and how I met a new friend...besides that, everything else blowed.

I'm off the hook

The lady who hit me, well her brother works for a car dealership and is going to pay for the damages.

=]]]

Cross County banquet tonight

So yea, the banquet was today. My dad being the kind of person he is...*cough* old *cough*, had me dress up all formal and stuff. Well when we got there, surprise surprise...no body is dressed up. Damn, I was the only one. Oh well...I was gonna go sit with my friends and eat some fried chicken. It took a while, but we finally starting handing out the awards. Every person got their certificate and jank while Joe and Mug gave out some special awards. Apparently, I was special enough to get my own...I mean, I guess surviving a car crach doesn't merit anything...but hey, who cares? Wade got like three funny ones including the Red Cross one and some Redskins one. John got something about North Dakota. Roberto got a Red Cross one as well. Tim got one for un-usual injury. The three Red Cross ones had to do with injuries...again, I got hit by a car...just throwing that out there. Duane got one about him being ripped while Christian got one about being a true G. Then they moved on to the captains giving out smack awards. For all the crap Wade took about being a 'Skins fan, it all paid out when they gave him a 'skins hoodie. John got a bottle of hair conditioner while Tim got some rope thingy. Roberto got something as well but I can't remember. They gave me a "Best NFL team...sike" shirt with a nicely painted Dolphin. Just glad it wasn't a roadkill one...haha. All in all it was pretty sweet. Now I got to give some ladies my individual pictures with me in my uniform ;)

Crap...I got hit by a car

I was running with Wade, Roberto, and Jason and we were trying to cross the street. I saw that there was a red-light and a row of cars so I figured we were good to go. I took one step off the curb and wham! Out of nowhere this car came and hit me. I did a funky jive motion and missed getting hit too baddly. The lady who hit me stopped and asked if I was alright. Remarkably, I was. So we talked for about ten minutes and gave her my name and stuff. Well when we were about to get ready to go, she called us back after she saw the dent and broken mirror. Uhh...now is when the crazy stuff happens. I had no idead where the guy came from, but this worker walked by and said he and 4 others saw the whole thing. Apparently I ran in front of her, which didn't make me look good in the police's eyes. Then the 5-0 came and filed a report. Uh-oh...I had to give him my name, number, parent's name, address, etc... What really pissed me off was that the lady thinks I was trying to run away, and mentioned hit-and-run. That bitch! Long story short, they called my parents, I had to tell Joe what happened, he's going to have to talk to the AD of Hermitage, and we're probally not going to be able to run off campus for a while. Plus, we need to settle this thing like who's fault it was and who needs to pay.

Also, my mom was super pissed/confused. She still doesn't understand what the hell happened. I got hit by a car...what's not to get? My dad isn't mad, he's just "I told you so..." My friends say they have my back...and that is why I'll be able to rest tonight knowing someone has my back.

Today was a bad day...

You know, I'm starting to hate my Geometry class more and more. Today hit an all new low. The people who I've thought were my friends have been continually messing with me for about two weeks now and it's getting pretty old. Then somebody told my teacher something embarassing that happened last year and she laughed about it! I couldn't take it anymore, I needed to leave the room. They were really hurting my feelings this time, thought I doubt they had any idea untill I left the room. When I got back I just gave everybody the silent treatment. My teacher realized her mistake and try to make things better by giving me a tootsieroll. Then then class douchebag tries to play it funny and mess with me some more. If they were trying to make me feel bad, they were doing a great job. You have no idea how much I wanted to leave and just cry. I know it's lame but I seriously felt horrible. I didn't want to break down in the middle of class though. Everybody else could sense it by now though about how bad it had gotten. The rest of day was spent trying to make me feel better. Pft...I know it's high school and all but sometimes things can be rough. I'm just thankful I didn't cry in the middle of class...

You know...

The librarian is a bitch...
The other two are nice
but the other is just mean as hell

Ugh, just bring him back already...

Trade Ryan Church along with some other prospects for Erik Bedard, NOT including Gomez and Martinez...we need to keep them. After doing that, just trade for Xavier Nady. He's a well liked player by Met fans alike and is a solid outfielder who could platoon with Caros Gomez.

Pft...

I'm getting sick and tired of all these Johan Santana trade talks going around. Okay, we all know he's gonna get traded any second now, but to have a new rumor every ten minutes can really get annoying. Now, I just hope a deal can get finished so we, the public and fans, can move on to another story.

Like how Erik Bedard wants out of Baltimore (who wouldn't?) and that the Mets are close to a deal with the O's to get him...

Or how the Yankees will probally trade for Danny Haren since they lost out on Johan Santana...

Or maybe where the hell Carlos Silva will end up and how much he'll get overpayed...

Or if Andruw Jones will get the deal he wants, even after having his worst season ever in the majors...

Or if Mike Piazza ends up going to Japan...

who knows...

Wow...they're horrible

How bad does Miami have to be to lose 40-13 to the JETS?!?!

Oh snap

I got a B on my spanish quiz
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Winter Meetings start today

Some big deals are going to go down over the next three days...

Best way to build a team

You know, just for once, I'd wish the Mets would hang on to their young players and build a team through them. I'm so sick and tired of us losing draft picks cause we need to sign the biggest free agents out there. We have had really good prospects in the past, but were traded away for proven talent. Hell, most of our prospects are with Florida now due to a couple of trades back in the winter of '05.

If you ask me, the best ways of building a team is through the draft. If you constantly sign free agents then you'll get nowhere. Just look at the New York Yankees of now and the Mets of the mid '90s. They didn't get anywhere since that was all they did. But look at the Atlanta Braves from '91-'05. They won the NL East 14 straight times and even went to the World Series twice, winning one of them, all because they held on to their prospects. They developed them through the minors and constantly pissed off fans like me since it worked. Two other teams to look at are the Minnisota Twins and Oakland Athletics. Due to their owners being cheap assholes, they can't sign the big free agents. Instead, they need to keep constantly building their ways up for the future instead of winning now. And when they finally do get to that point, most of their young players get to become eligible for free agency and dart for the big bucks given to them by teams like the Mets and Yankees. It's really a shame too.

But the two teams I mentioned earlier, both New York teams, may finally be getting the clue. The Yankees have some pretty good talent out there in the minors ready to blossom into big leaguers while the Mets are the same. While the Yankees were smart, and didn't trade Phil Hughes, Ian Kennedy, and Joba Chamberlan, the Mets were the same and kept on to players like David Wright and Jose Reyes. Course...if the reports are true, the Yankees may soon trade away Hughes, Melky Cabrera, and a third prospect for Johan Santana. And if that were to happen, guess who's farm system would be crippled and guess who's team would rejoice? Get the picture now?

If I were Omar Minaya, I would hang on to players like Kevin Mulvey, Carlos Gomez, and Fernando Martinez and contend for the next 10-15 years. Just look at our rotation if we were to keep our young guns:

Pedro
Maine
Perez
Humber or Pelfrey, which ever doesn't get traded
Mulvey

That is a nice, young group of talent in slots 2-5. Pedro is still the ace as you can see. I took El Duque out of there since I think he should go to the bullpen and save his arm a little. And when you look at fielding positions:

Carlos Delgado(1st)
Luis Castillo(2nd)
Jose Reyes(SS)
David Wright(3rd)
Brian Schneider/Ramon Castro/Johnny Estrada(C)
Carlos Beltran(OF)
Carlos Gomez/Ryan Church(OF)
Moisus Alou(OF)

Now, chances are Estrada will be gone by opening day and Church maybe too. Delgado better have a bounceback season or else I think his ass should be gone next year. Alou is old as dirt but if he can play effectively for another year, then maybe we can slot Church in LF after next year if he isn't traded by then. That way, when Fernando Martinez is ready by '09 or '10, he can take over. That way our outfield will consist of Gomez, Beltran, and Martinez. We're solid at SS and 3rd for the next decade since Reyes and Wright are both only 24 and monsters and will be All-Stars for many years to come. Only problems I can see in the future will be 2nd, 1st, and Catcher. Our only prospect at 1st is Mike Carp and he hasn't proven much in the minors. I have no idea of any propects at 2nd except for Ruben Gotay and Anderson Hernandez, and even then I'm being generous in calling them "prospects". At catcher, I know of a guy named Fransisco Pena but he's a ways away from being in the majors.

Ugh...this better get me a job somewhere one day...

ACC champs

Tech beat Boston College yesterday 30-16
=]

Herm lost

Darn, that's all I can say. That was one hell of a season. We won districts, regionals, and made it to states. It was the farthest Hermitage had been in like over 20 years and it was pretty exciting. The team Herm lost to had one of the fastest running backs and biggest quarterbacks I had ever seen. Those two were the ones that pretty much screwed us over for the whole game. Ah well...

Winter Meetings start soon

I'm pretty much stoked since this is the time of the year when some of the biggest trades go down. Hopefully the Mets can get either Haren/Blanton/Berdard over at the meetings. If we can somehow not trade away Carlos Gomez, Kevin Mulvey, and Fernando Martinez, I'll be happy.

Omar pulled the trigger

Traded Milledge to the Nats for Brian Shneider and Ryan Church. I'm not hating this deal at all, I think it's a very sold deal by Omar. Milledge was starting to be a pain in the ass anyway. I welcome Church and Schneider.

Guess this means Johnny Estrada's short time with the Mets is about to come to an end...

Monster Trade

Matt Garza and two others to the Tampa Bay Rays for Delmon Young and two others. Wow, both teams got great young players in Young and Garza. The Twins now have a nice bat with HOF potential while the Rays have a nice young arm who will fit nicely into their rotation. All of a sudden, Tampa Bay has a nice core group of pitchers in Scott Kazmir, James Shields, and Matt Garza. Maybe they'll be able to compete for once...

Now I'm Sad

According to some reports, the Mets could trade Jose Reyes to the Twins for Johan Santana. If that were to happen, I'm not afraid to admit it, I'd cry...I really would.

So apparently the Mets are interested in a couple big name pitchers...

Not sure if I'd welcome such a deal. So far the names I keep hearing are Johan Santana, Erik Bedard, Joe Blanton, and Danny Haren. Now, trading for any of these pitchers would seriously cripple our farm system. I'm a big fan of our young players. We have three very good outfield prospects in Lastings Milledge, Carlos Gomez, and Fernando Martinez. We also have three young studs in the pitching department with Phil Humber, Mike Pelfrey, and Kevin Mulvey. Of all those big-name pitchers, I believe Joe Blanton would be the easiest to get. The A's probally wouldn't ask for as much as him as they would say Dan Haren. Johan Santana, the big daddy of the three, would require much more than the prospects. It would also take a good $150 million to waive his no-trade cost a accept the trade. Now, if I had a choice on who they should take, I would pick Dan Haren. He'd still require some big-name prospects, but he'd be affordable for the forseeable future. Plus, he's still young and would fit nicely into our rotation. But in the end, if we get any of the mentioned players, I'd be happy.

ACC coastal champs =]

There you go Tech!!
Gonna crush Boston College this Saturday

Goodbye Mota

You will NOT be missed
=]

3-0?

Wow...that game sucked. I mean, I knew it was going to be a stinker of a game...but I had no idea both teams would play so poorly. Miami continues to suck, we're currently 0-11 and it's only going to get worse from here. We've lost Ronnie Brown for the year, Chris Chambers has been traded, and John Beck has been thrown into the fire as a rookie QB. Ted Ginn's been exciting though, if I do say so myself. The draft is 5 months away, and man does Chris Long look like a nice choice right about now.

Sean Taylor

RIP

Greensburo

For the first real time, I was going to be on my own without my family. When I say first real time, I don't mean sleepovers at other people's house...that doesn't count. Anyway, we got out of school at 12 to meet up in the parking lot where the bus was. All those hours slaved selling shrimp and picking up trash got us a really nice bus. It had comfy seats and everything. When it was time to leave, everybody was pumped. I had my Ipod and was ready for this long ass trip, 4 hours to be exact. As time went by, I noticed how my back started to hurt a little. I was switching positions it seemed every ten minutes. The person sitting next to me also changed. When we first left, it was Tim. But by the time we got to the hotel, somehow it had switched to Courtney. Oh well...our first stop was the course itself. We walked it like we do the other courses and my first impression was that this course will rock my socks. After reviewing the course, we went to the hotel. We wouldn't be there for a while though. We would need to wash up and get ready for dinner. I had no idea what restaraunt where we were going to tell you the truth. Turns out we were going to Golden Coral. Are you kidding me? Oh well...they had good fried chicken. Haha...after dinner, I was ready for bed. Turns out we had a team meeting first though. There Joe and Mug went over the course and conditions and what-not. Soon that ended and I was ready for bed. I was already in my pajama pants so I would just slip into bed. Turns out that was harder than it seems. With roomates like John, Wade, and Tim, I'd would need sleeping pills or cough medicine to get to sleep. For some reason, Wade and John kept playing the same damn annoying game. They couldn't stop laughing and it was really start to get on my nerves.

So sleepy time comes finally and I'm cold as a bitch. We didn't know how to turn off the AC and the room must of been 30 degrees. I don't know how, but I was able to get warm enough to get some sleep. But soon enough it was time to get up. Darn...I had slept well.

We got up at 6:30 to eat breakfast. Note to self, never eat waffles from a hotel ever again! That stuff was gross. Good apple juice though. Ten minutes later we're off on the road to the big race, the Greensburo Invitational. I had been fine for the whole trip untill I got there. Right then, the nerves started getting to me. I knew this was trouble from the start.

I'll skip the next 20 minutes cause it's pretty boring. I'll just get to the race...

My heart was thumping fast! I was one of 220 runners out there racing. The first mile was fine for me to tell you the truth. By the time I was at the 2nd mile, I started to feel queasy. And wouldn't you know it, I puked like I did at Fork Union...during a race! I continued on to my finishing point, which was about a mile away. Pretty soon it started to get a little warm. My uniform was already soaked. The sweat just doubled now. My eyes were burning with sweat and I knew I was going to have to grind it out. Anyway, I'm turning to the last hill which is wear I could see the finish line. I could see my time, and it was a minute over my PR. Yuck...it would only get worse. I figured I could finish with a time of like 25:30...nope. Right near the ending I get sick again. I couldn't stop though. I had to keep going. I was literally running and throwing up at the same time. Defenitely not a pretty sight. But I finished at 25:57...not what I was hoping for. Joe noticed my dissapointment and told me it was just one of those days, everybody has them. This made me feel better, but by not a whole lot. After cleaning up and changing into some new clothes I went to have some alone time. I needed to think about some stuff, and I couldn't do that near everybody.

Anyway, after the awards ceremony we got to the road to go home. We stopped at CiCi's pizza for lunch and continued to make our way home. I fell asleep for about an hour while listening to Rascal Flatts. So did everyone else actually...weird...oh well. We finally got back and I made my way to pops who took me home. i was glad to be back to tell you the truth. I missed my bed with acceptable AC control.

Fork Union

Oh man...this was about one month ago and I'm just writing about it. Well, things went alright for me I guess. I came in thinking I'd do horrible, with a 30+ minute time. Turns out, that wasn't the case. As a matter of fact, I lowered my time down to 25:47. I did not see that one coming to tell you the truth. Anyway, I had to get up really early, like 5:30 just to get some breakfast and be at Hermitage by 6:30. Bet pops liked that one... Anyway, we got there and the place was crowded. There must've been 20+ schools there. When we got there, it was only 7 something so I had four hours to kill. We walked the course and did our warmups, the same ol' routine we do all the time. We watched the other races as well, rooting for Hermitage every step of the way. By the time it was time for my race, my nerves had calmed down. My heart was still beating pretty fast, but I was doing better than I had normally been before races.

Anyway, it was time for the JV race. We line up with the other teams and listen to the rules they say every time. You'd think we'd get the point by now. Anyway, the guy pulls out his gun and pulls the trigger. Right from the start I knew this was going to be a fast race. Course, the coach said the exact same thing the day before...haha. Oh well, I listened to what he said and followed his advice on the pace and everything. By the 1st mile though I wasn't feeling the greatest. Looks like the nerves were getting to me. Right after the first hill I started puking. Didn't look pretty I bet, but I got back right into the race. 2 miles later I'm getting near the finish. I knew I was making good time, I just knew it. Maybe it had something to do with the times my coaches and teamates kept yelling, I don't know...you be the judge. Anyway, I start to descent up the last hill to the finish line. By now I'm dead. I'm so close to passing out that it wasn't funny anymore. But somehow I made it up there and finished the race with my best PR at that time. I felt accomplished and rejuvinated. Funny how those things happen. You tired one second, and the next, you feel like a million bucks.

Needless to say, the team did alright. We came in 2nd for girl's varsity and boy's junior varsity. We came in 1st for girl's junior varsity as well.

Been a while since my last post

Sorry for that one. Stuff's just be pileing up. Course, since no one even reads my blog, I doubt I was missed...lol. Well let's see...Cross Country is going all right I guess. My time has been coming down for the most part, minus the last couple of races. School is fun so far. Homework's a bitch though.

I have nothing to read now

Dangit...all this summer I've been doing is some reading, some driving, some running, and some science project. Well...I now have a problem. I've run out of books to read...then again, all I've read this summer is the last 3 Harry Potter books plus The Outsiders. Still...I miss having a book to read in my bed late at night with my lamp turned on. Cause that's when everything is quiet for once.

I need suggestions...

Dammit

I have poison ivy for the second time in less than 5 months. It really sucks this time cause I have it bad. I want to scratch it like crazy but I can't since that will just spread it. Argh...you have no idea how horrible the teptation is...

I Leave for the beach tommorow

Awsome, I'm really excited now. Only 24 more hours till we set off for North Carolina. Sure, I'll be missing my cat and everyone else, but this is going to be a fun trip, I'll even get to drive some down there.

Michael Vick is not the biggest dog after all

Hm...what is this? People are turning on Michael Vick? Even Virginia Tech Fans?!? I am proudly one of those people, I will not deny it. When you get involved with dog fighting, you quickly lose my respect. That is a cruel hobby that ultimately hurts more than anything. These dogs were forced to fight or else they would lose their lives, most of the time by Vick himself. According to the news, he personally hanged and drowned the dogs if they lost a match. What's worse is that he also had a "rape station" where he forced the dogs to breed. Authorities also found about 16 dogs buried in his backyard.

As an animal lover, I really hate hearing about these kind of stories. These dogs did nothing wrong, they just happen to be born in a bad place. It's not their fault they are in so much pain. It's Vick's and everybody elses fault. They deserve much better.

These sports stars think they can do anything they want, just because they make so much money. Well news flash, you can't!

Transformers rocked...

You would not belive how cool it was. Once I heard the robot go "What's crackin bitches"...I was sold. That's it...lol...I'm done. So much action...so much crazy fights and stuff...so much Megan Fox...hehe...

The Day in Sports

Well yesterday was both good and bad. First, the good...

Tom Glavine got his 298th carrer win yesterday, 2 shy of the glorious number 300. He is already going into the Hall Of Fame, but this is just icing on the cake. 300 is one of the biggest numbers in baseball. Every pitcher strives to be a 300 game winner...though only few succeed.

Glavine pitched into the 8th inning yesterday, despreate for that win. This was his third shot at 298, and he wasn't going to leave without it. And he got it...due to Lastings Milledge's clutch single in the 8th with Shawn Green at second...who scored. With Billy Wagner closing it out, Tommy G. got his 298th career victory. He will be the first Mets player to win 300 games in a Mets uniform. Tom Seaver, known as the best pitcher in Mets history, won 311 games...though winning 198 of them in a Mets uniform. He is currently the only player in the Hall of Fame with a Mets cap.

Generally, when you go into the hall...you wear a cap of the team where all your success came. So when Tom Glavine goes into the HOF, he will be wearing a Braves cap.

Though Mets fans can rejoice. When Mike Piazza goes into the Hall...there will then be two players in the Hall wearing a Mets cap.

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And now for the bad news...

Dolphins WR Chris Chambers was arrested Saturday morning for driving while impaired and speeding. This is the second Dolphin arrested in just three weeks.

Angry Kitty

Okay...well yesterday, I was awoken by the obnoxious voices of my siblings, who for some reason, were yelling at 8:00 in the morning. I mean damn, what could be so big that we need to wake others up so early? Well apparently, my cat killed a bird. Well, I'm not sure if I can say killed...since when he got it...he brought it up to the front door, still alive. When my mom went outside, she saw it and knew what happened.

This isn't the first time he's done something like this. He seems to have some weird fettish with playing with birds before killing them.

So my mom goes to get a spatula and picks up the little guy. He couldn't of been more than a week old. He only had like one feather on him. Keep in mind, he was still alive, so she couldn't pick him up with her hands or else the mom won't come back for it.

So anyway, she puts the bird were she thinks nothing can get to it, were it's safe. Wrong...when she came out later, she saw all these ants on him. Now, once again she moved him, only this time near the back were she noticed lots of birds flying around. She said the bird was still alive though so she was hoping the mother would like get it back on the nest. She also mentioned how the birds back there doubled after she left the baby back there.
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I was now getting pissed. This was not the first thime this has happened. He has killed animals before. I realize he is a cat and it's in his blood, but since when do domesticated animals climb trees and steal baby birds? That's something wild animals do.

So after getting him in, we decide to keep him in for the rest of the day. We wanted to give that bird a chance.

So as the day progressed, Simba became more and more restless. He would not stop crying to be let out. Always standing at the door and hollaring and scratching the door. He eventually gave up on that and started to try some new tricks. He would come up to you, and when you tried to pick him up, he would run to the door...thinking he would be let out. Well no.

As the day grew longer and longer, his antics continued. He now started to sprint everywhere, sometimes running into things like ovens and refridgerators.

Finally he gave up, and started getting ugly. See, he has never really liked my little brother and sister...so when they went to pet him...he would make this noise...and then start to bite. After that, I picked him up and just kept him in my room with the door closed. If he was going to bite, then he would just have to stay somewhere where he can't get out.
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I feel I may go get my cat a collar with some bell attatched to it. If I let the cat out, I think I may want to have something that gives the birds a warning whenever he is coming.

How rad would it be if we got a tornado?

Seriously...we've had just about everything else hit this state, why not this one? Psh...I doubt it will be as bad as a hurricane...but a small level, like F-1 tornado, would be rad...

And as I type this...I just a heard a big ass thunder...so I shall get off...

Worst Pain a Child will ever go through

Yea, you guys have all gone through this pain I had to endure today. I know it. I just do. Today, while chillin with the family...I went into...get ready...Saxons. My mom wanted to try shoes and I was forced to wait back and just find something to do. First off...it's a Saxons. All there is in there is shoes, shoes, and even more shoes. I figured, okay, it should only take about ten minutes right? Wrong! When I saw that dude come out with 12 shoe boxes, I knew I was in trouble. I had to find something to do since I knew I would not be leaving for about an hour. I look to my right...a chair. I look to my left...a boring pamphlet showing how interesting apartments near the area were. I now knew, this would be one of the longest days of my life. After scoffing around, I looked over and saw my mom had even more shoes brought to her. The hell! How many shoes do you need...god damn.

I don't get woman and their shoes. What is the point of getting so many? Chances are you will forget you even have them about two weeks later. I looked in my parent's closet recently. There was at least 30 shoe boxes in there, all belonging to my mom. That wasn't it, oh no. She has even more in the attic. I swear...they are just shoes!

You know how many shoes I have? Five pairs! I have my K-Swiss, my New Balance tennis shoes, my new cross country shoes, my baseball cleats, and a pair of dress shoes. Five, that's it! I may have a pair of flip-flops somewhere but I hardly ever wear those...not a flip-flop kind of guy.

Okay, so anyway. After my mom was finally finished looking at shoes, we just had to worsen the day by getting me a pair of shoes. Apparently I had no dress shoes that fit me...partly true actually. I had been wearing my tennis shoes as of late. So after about 20 minutes of trying shoes on, we finally got me a pair.

After that, I thought it was over. But no, my pops had to get some flip-flops...ah! I'm about to die of some severe boredom, can't you see that?

Before my brother and sister had an oppertuninty to look at some Crocs, I quickly rushed them out of the store before anymore harm could be done. We spent a good hour and half in that god forsaken store.

And what's worse...they were playing no good music. =/

Jack Bauer Facts

*A Priest, a Rabbi, and a Minister walked into a bar... and Jack Bauer is going to find out why...
*Jack Bauer can talk about Fight Club.
*Jack Bauer was once mistaken for God...It wasn't a mistake.
*Every time you masturbate Jack Bauer kills a terrorist. Keep up the good work men.
*Jack Bauer hates everyone that uses Chuck Norris jokes and changes the name to Jack Bauer. Think of some new jokes god damnit
*It would only take 1 bullet for Jack Bauer to kill 50 Cent. Hell, he doesn't even need the bullet
*Jack Bauer walked down the street with an erection today, there were no survivors.

I love these things...

Da Hell?

The day, while getting my physical, I was told that I was 6'3 now. This was news too me, considering how I thought I would remain 6'2 for the rest of my life. Oh well...I ain't complaining...lol.

Wright, Reyes, Beltran, and Wagner

(John Maine) P

(Billy Wagner) P

(Carlos Beltran) CF

(Jose Reyes) SS

(David Wright)

Those will be the players that represent the Mets this All Star Weekend. This is Wright and Reyes' second straight trip to the game. This will be Beltran's fourth time to the game, third straight. This will be Wagner's fifth time to the game, first with the Mets. I am glad they all made it, but I'm really excited for Wright and Reyes. They are our future for the next decade and are two of the best young players in baseball right now. Wright, my favorite player, is a native from Virginia...so is Wagner...

Another native, John Maine, I feel was one of the players snubbed from the game. He defenitely earned a tickit...going 9-4 with a 2.74 ERA. He should be at that game, but instead will be watching it from his tv... :(

Good day overall though for Mets fans and Virginia natives. Another native, Justin Verlander...a cousin of mine...is going to the game...though will be facing the four Mets. July 10th will be a good day for baseball fans.

Are you kidding me?

I've been cooped up in this house waiting for the All Star Selection show for too long now. It was suppose to be on at 4:00, but due to rain delays, it has been pushed back until the Braves and Marlins finish their game. It's almost 6:00 now and I'm starting to get restless. I want to see it so badly. I need to know if my favorite players are going to the All Star game!

I've been passing the time by watching the Concert for Diana thing on VH1...eh, dem crazy brits...

Might As Well Dedicate a Blog to My Favorite Meal

When I was a wee tot...I would always get chiken tenders with french fries when we went out to dinner. As I grew older, I opened my taste buds to hamburgers. Shortly there after, I added Honey Mustard to my list of foods/dressings that I would allow into my mouth. I was your steriotypical American kid...eating chicken and hamburgers with a soft drink to the side. But a couple of years ago, I found a new love. Her name? Buffallo wings...

I had always liked spicy stuff, always have...always will. But to that point in my life, I had never had buffallo wings. I was still making sure that it wasn't actually buffallo I was eating. But one day at Ruby Tuesdays, I decided to get something new. I saw Buffallo Wings and decided to get it. My parents were laughing for some reason, knowing something I didn't. I remembered my dad saying "Boy, your in for a treat". I didn't know what he meant untill I actually got the wings.

At the first sight, I thought someone had spilled them in some liquid due to the fact they were wet and slippery as hell. When I picked one up, I had trouble keeping it in my possession due to the fact I almost let it slip out of my hand. Okay, now that I had it in my grasp, I came in for a bite. What came next was something I will never forget...

When I moved the wing closer to my mouth, I felt the spices go into my throat and I nearly coughed to death. Holy crap...was that thing so spicy that I was coughing at the SMELL of it? After getting a hold of myself, I took a bite. Three seconds later I was scarfing downt the rest of my Shirly Temple. I had heard of spicy...but that was ridiculous. I was no scared to eat the rest for fear I may kill myself or get sick.

We decided to take the rest home were I ate them at last. I guess putting them in the microwave really helps a noob like me. I finished them at last and decided I would get more and more of the wings. After that, I only got buffallo wings. I had fell in love with the taste of the spices and flavor of the wings.

After eating so many wings, I believe my tolerance for spicy food has risen. I can now ingest spicier food than before. In the levels of hotness (mild, medium, hot, suicidal), I belive I can eat hot. I tried suicidal once and nearly burned my tung off. But I am hoping to get there eventually.

Yum

So me and my family yesterday went out for dinner. Where did we go you ask? Only to one of the best places ever, O Charleys! As always, I got some buffallo wings with a Dr. Pepper. And boy were they good. Yum Yum. I scarfed them down in about a couple of minutes even after eating tons of bread and...holy shit, one of the coolest things ever...spicy mozzeralla sticks. Only low point was that some dumbass got drunk a couple tables behind us and kept causing a rukus. That and it was raining cats and dogs as we were coming home. But all in all...very nice dinner.

Worst Experience Ever

So I was brushing my teeth this morning when something very rare happened. As I was spitting out the mouthwash, one of the splashdrops from hitting the water bounced back and hit me right in the eye. Imediately there was a burning sensation...I couldn't stop holding my eye. I had to throw some cold water on it to ease the pain. And this was the painfull mouthwash Listerine...not the softy one Scope. Listerine can burn...I'm telling you. And worse, it was that kind that kills plach even better. So I basically got extra-burning Listerine in my eye.

At least it got the stuff that was in there...

I Fear Something Maybe Wrong With Me

For this past week, I have been waking up earlier and earlier. Today was an all new low. I woke up at 6:30 this morning and could not go back to sleep. I was forced to watch the same episode of Sportscenter for three hours while playing Mario Kart. I dislike waking up so early during the summer. This time last year I was waking up at around 9:30...something I defenitely prefer.

I go to the doctors today anyway...maybe they will diagnose me for anything of the unusual.

If You Were Angered By What I Said Earlier...

Please keep in mind that it was my views about that incident. Feel free to feel bad for the guy and his family. I was simple exercising my freedom of speech.

I Have A Couple of Favorite Songs...

There are songs you like, songs you hate, songs you like and hate that get stuck in your head, and then certain songs you never want to stop listening to. Well so far in my young life, I know of about four that meet that criteria. Now, the following songs you are about to see are ones you must purchase NOW! 1) I Just Called To Say I Love You- Stevie Wonder. 2) What Hurts The Most- Rascal Flatts. 3) Better Than Me- Hinder. 4) Snow ((Hey Oh))- Red Hot Chilli Peppers.

Stop Feeling Bad

People, stop feeling bad for Chris Benoit . He killed his whole fucking family, which included his 7 yr old son. He strangled his wife and then smuthered the boy. Why did he do it? Some say steroids, other say carbon monoxide poisining. I say it was the former of the two. He is a wrestler, and what do they do? They take steroids. What do steroids do? Sure, they make you stronger but with some side effects. He probally was not right during the act, but it's his fault he and his family are dead. He chose to take steroids, he ultimately killed his family.Now, you may think it could of been because of Carbon Monoxide poisining. If it was that, wouldn't he be POISIONED, so wouldn't he be dead already. It was sterioids people...

I Miss My Penpal

Back when I was a huge myspace nut, I joined a myspace train. Oops, bad mistake on my part. I was getting friend request from random people I'd never seen in my life. But right when I started...I saw this girl. She was my age with blonde hair and was amazingly beautiful. Of course I friend requested her, why wouldn't I? After I had seen that she accepted me, I broke the ice and introduced myself. She was cool and stuff and we started to talk and everything. She was different from most girls though...she used her blogs for poetry and not for dumb surverys most people do. I was impressed. After seeing her stuff, I decided to get into blogs. And boy did I post a lot of them. Most of my stuff was horrible, but she always commented them and made me think. She was my kind of woman: cute, nice, smart, not arfaid to drop the f-bomb...who doesn't love that? But one day I noticed I was down a friend. I did not know who deleted me. After giving up on finding out who deleted me, I decided to look at some old blogs. There I saw that it was her myspace that was deleted. Oh man did I feel bad. I had lost my first true pen pal. A couple of days later I got a new friend request. It was from her. Apparently, her mom had saw that 'How to Catch A Predator" thing and made her delete her myspace. I understood where she was coming from since my mom too disliked me having a myspace. But a couple days later, i saw that her myspace was deleted again. Oh man, maybe her mom found out again. I waited to see if a new friend request from her would come but no such luck. Now I had a feeling that I would never talk to her again.

What the hell...

Why is Fred Evans beating up a police officer? And worse...he got tazered!

Mets Sweep A's

Thank God...after a rough start to the month the team is actually playing pretty decent.

I Feel I'm Losing the Friendships with People from Hungry Creek

After my first year of high school, I've realized how much of a change I've gone through. See, before the year started, I wanted nothing more than to go to Tucker and stay with my middle school friends. But no, I was instead thrown into a high school filled with kids I hadn't seen in ages...okay it was two years...same thing. I didn't know anyone there. That or I had forgotten about some people and had trouble remembering who they were. I felt miserable the first month. I missed my friends and couldn't wait till the football game between Hermitage and Tucker. But in the mean time, I had to make some friends at Hermitage, plus meet some other friends that I hadn't spoken to in a while. It didn't take long either. Before long, I was now loving Hermitage. The people there were totally awsome and just like me.

Then the Tucker game came...

I was nervous during the ride to the stadium. I didn't know what I was going to say to people. Could our friendships survive the summer before the school year? Would any of the Tucker people changed from the middle school days? Well, first off, our friendships did survive and not many had changed from the previous year. My fears were now gone. I imediately started to bond with the friends I had longed miss. Some friends I had found right away, and some I went searching for. By golly, I was going to find my friends. And I found them. They all looked the same, but apparently I had changed. My height was the first thing everyone noticed and talked about. I mean damn, you guys know I've always been tall...why are you now just realizing this?

As the night went on, the time with my Tucker friends was slowly running out. I knew that the end was coming and bid my goodbyes. Damn, I can't believe I would have to wait another year just to see them again. I would have to wait a whole nother school year to see Jack, Erich, Samantha, Samantha, Alex, Fahd (ah, he never showed to the game anyway), Marvin, and just about everyone else.

But as I was riding home...it hit me. I was not sad at all! In fact, I couldn't wait till Monday to see my Hermitage friends.

Damn...do you know how bad I felt about having that feeling(???)?

Anyway, I'm not mad about coming to Hermitage. I found my Brookland and Glen Allen friends here, made new crushes, made the same foes, and made a buttload of new friends. In fact, when the year started, my top 24 on myspace was all Tucker. Now, when I look at it...the number is at three. That's a minus of 21 people! My Herm friends have gotten me to almost forget the Tucker people.

Ah, oh well. I like my Herm friends better anyway. Then some people at Tucker, with the Deep run people closing in.

Spolied Bitches

As I was flipping through the channels last week, I came upon a show call "My Super Sweet 16". My first though? "Uh-oh". I knew what I was getting myself into. One hour of stupid spoiled bitches who are never satisfied and whine when they don't get two cars for their birthday. But this one took the cake. It was some 15 year old getting ready to celebrate her quinceanera. She has a nice life, never having to worry about money and stuff like that. She treats her mom like crap, even though the mother does everything for the girl. In fact, on the day of her birthday, the mother buys her daughter a car. And what does the girl do? She flips out because she didn't get the car during the party. Okay, first off...that car was a nice car. Second, what good is flipping out going to do? Your still going to get the car...and yet you won't be able to drive it for another six months. Third...your getting a freaking Lexus! Stop crying and yelling at your mom because you got it six hours earlier than you expected. Your mom needs to slap the shit out of you, because your our a class A bitch. I hope she gets hit by a truck or something while playing in traffic. She's not alone either. Just about every girl is like that on the show, some more than other...*cough cough*...why can't MTV get some girl who truly deserves it? Not some spoiled bitch who will probally have a bigger party the next year.

And you know what? I'm going to find this girl's myspace and send this to her...

Report Card

D-day might as well of come today as I finally recieved the report card. I already knew it was going to suck major as I had not had a good freshman year. Right from the get-go, I see that I finished Spanish off with a D...not good if I want to get an advanced diploma. Next, I move on to English where I see I finished with a C. Now that pissed me off...I worked really hard the last nine weeks. I was .3 away from an A for that marking period. That probally would of boosted my final grade to a B. Anyway, I also finish with a C in Science, Art, and Algebra. As for World History and PE, finished with a B. So that is 2 B's, 4 C's, and 1 D.

Not good...

Eww

The Sandlot

You know those movies you watch when your little and continue to watch as you grow older and older? The ones with the great one-liners and awsome plot? The ones that will make you smile just by the sight of seeing it? Well that is what "The Sandlot" is to me. Honest to god, it is one of the best films...ever! I first saw it a LONG time ago, back when Power Rangers were in it's first season, back when there were no Reboot and Pokemon, back when Pogs were the bomb. I didn't even like baseball back then but loved the movie.

Cut to a few years later...

I'm with my mom at Target, looking at the video section. While looking, I saw a copy of 'The Sandlot" being sold. Now, I was not carrying any money at the moment so I asked my mom if she could get it for me. She too liked the movie and gladly purchased it. Right when I got home, I popped it into my VHS players and started watching it. Oh the joy I felt after watching that movie once again.

Like I said before, they're a buttload of great one-liners in that movie. I believe anyone who has seen that movie can recite at least two or three right there.

"Remember kid, there's heroes and there's legends. Heroes get remembered but legends never die, follow your heart kid, and you'll never go wrong"
"Oh man your in deep shit"
"You play ball like a girl!"
"Is that your sister out there in left field, naked? She's naked?"
"You know, if my dog was as ugly as you. I'd shave his butt and tell him to walk backwards."
"You mix your Wheaties with your mama's toe jam!"
"Oh yeah, the Great Bambino. Of course! I thought you said the Great Bambi."
"Yeah yeah, he looks pretty crappy."
" I don't know. Some lady gave it to him. She even signed her name on it... Ruth. Baby Ruth."
"For-ev-ver! For-ev-ver! For-ev-ver! For-ev-ver! "
"This is smores stuff. First you take the graham. You stick the chocolate on the graham. Then, you roast the mallow. When the mallows flaming, you stick it on the chocolate and cover it with the other end. Then, you scarf."
"No, I got a B once. Well, actually it was an A minus but it should have been a B. "

I could really go on for a while...

Turtles

This morning, while snoozning in my bed, I was awoken by the screams of twin nine year olds, boy and girl. Naturally, something had gotten my brother and sister excited. But what? It must of been major if it had got them screaming this early, around 8:30. I tried to go back to sleep, hoping they would just quiet down. No good. I now hear the footsteps coming upstairs...or I should say foot-stomps...since that's all they do, stomp their feet. Then I hear them enter my room. I now give up, knowing it was useless to try to get back to sleep. And before you knew, they were screaming in my ear. I couldn't make out what they were saying. Soon, they calmed down and told me what was going on.

Apparently, they found a turtle in the backyard...

Ah, the memories. I told them okay, only to remember a simpler time, a period of my life when things were different. There was no twin brother and sister. There was no yellow tabby cat sleeping on my chair. There were no gray hairs on my dad. There was me, much younger and smaller than I am now. And there was the same backyard, except with more trees and a treefort. And there was also a siamese cat lurking around, looking for something to do. Obviously, Jingles was bored. And there also was a turtle, but a different one. I too was very excited. And I too put him in a box. Though I wish somebody had told me a shoebox was not very good for keeping things in. In a matter of ten minutes, I had already named him, told my mom, started getting him food and water, and started to warn my cat not to eat him or else no dinner. You would not believe how happy I was that day. I thought that turtle was one of the coolest things in my life at the time. As the day went on, I soon became less and less excited over a turtle. It didn't do anything except crawl and it would hide in it's shell if you tried to touch him. After a little longer, it was dinner time. So I went in to go eat and tell my dad about "Cruncher". After dinner, I decided to take a bath, not knowing I would soon lose my new friend. When I came out, I saw that somebody had tampered with the box. And when I say tampered, I mean somebody taking the whole freaking turtle out! Imediately, I start to pout. I asked my dad what happened and he said he let him go. I did not understand why either. Looking back, I now know it was kind of stupid to be so angry at my dad for saving an animal's life. I did not realize I was hurting the turtle by keeping him in a shoebox were he should be in the woods where there is water and food. I forgave him like ten minutes later anyway.

Anyway, cut to today...

I go outside to go do some yardwork. After a while, I decide to go in the back yard and look for my brother. There, I see a big box in the middle of the ground. I look inside and I see that there is a medium sized turtle and a bunch of cut-up leaves and carrots. I pick him up just to see what he looked like. Apparently, the little guy was missing a foot. Eh, poor guy. I was tempted to release him, just like my dad had done years before. But I stopped, thought about what the twins would do if I did, and carefully put him back in the box.

As the day went on, I became more and more worried about the turtle. He was outside in the heat without water. Apparently the twins didn't even think about cooling him down with water...ever though it was excruciatingly hot outside. After spraying him with some water, I saw he was getting spooked about anything that moved. The box must of been getting to him. I decided I had to let him go. But before I could, I decided to tell the twins so they wouldn't be surprised to see an empty box filled with carrots, leaves, and pee. I rush outside for some reason and pick the little guy up. His feet are flailing around and I almost dropped him do to all the constant wiggling. I safely lower the guy to the ground and he quickly runs...well not run...more of a slow powerjog...away. We got a picture before he got too far away, just so we would have something to talk about later on.

Chances are, we will probally never see the three-foot turtle again. He will either make it to the ocean or get pecked to death by some bird. Let's hope it's not the latter of the two.

I Have Come To A Disliking of The Pool

Every week it's the same. My parents wonder why I don't come to the pool. I simply tell them it's because I don't want to. For some reason they don't belive me, think there is something behind it. I don't know why either, I mean, I just don't feel like coming to the pool, simple as that. I mean, I still come every once in a while. As a matter of fact, I just went Sunday. So it's not like I haven't been in ages. I don't know what has happened to me. I use to go every single weekend to the pool. But as of late, I feel like staying home or doing something else. Maybe it's because I have now realized that I hate hot days. I really do. They are a nuscence to me. I hate getting sunburn and putting on sunscreen. I hate hearing screaming kids everywhere and getting splashed by cool water when I least expect it. I hate getting into the pool and getting a shock of freezing water. I also hate coming home realizing I have a buttload of chlorine in my hair and it's going to suck when I take a shower. I hate how I can never find any cool bathing suits that fit me since my legs are so long...which leads to monster wedgies. I hate whenever I get out, my suit clings to my legs and whenever I pull it off, water comes out of nowhere and just falls. I hate how adult swim tends to last forever and happens very ofter. I hate how the concession stand tends have nothing good except for fatty no-good tasting crap or outdated candy. I hate how if you want to go do something during adult swin, there is nothing since it's a pool...and all there is water, sunbathing people, and fatty, fried food serving concession stands. I hate how I can't do a flip anymore when I go off the diving board when I knew I could do it before. I hate the feeling of jumping into the water and having the pressure nearly kill me at the bottom of the pool. I hate having to look under water and getting your eyes stung by the assassin known as chlorine. I hate how some pools charge five dollars just to get in with a guest. I hate how they have all these promotions to get more people here, which leads to more of everything previously said. I hate how I keep coming up with more of these things...

I Believe I Have Found a New Favorite Band

Hm...let's see. First there was My Chemical Romance. Then you had Panic! at the Disco (not proud about that one). Next was a mix of Red Jumpsuit Apparatus ,Red Hot Chilli Peppers, and Hinder. And by golly, I believe I have found a new favorite band. Now, they've been around for a while so it's not like no one has heard of them. In fact, I think they have a little cult following. Their music is a little different with random noises popping out of nowhere and there is only two them, instead of the usual four or five. Yeah, I think I've now become a fan of The White Stripes. Now, I know they have been around for a while and have had their share of controversies. But something has drawn me in. I don't know what it is, but I like it. The lead singer's voice is kinda annoying but it fits in well with the music so everything is alright. If anything, the next purchase I make on I-Tunes WILL be by them. Hell...if I like more and more of their music, I'll just cough up ten dollars and buy a cd on I-Tunes. It's cheaper on there than just buying a cd at some store.

Some may say I'm crazy for liking them. To them I say...there a little better than some of the previous bands I've liked...and now hate

Panic! at the Disco, Gym Class Heroes, Nickelback...to hell with you =)

I Can't Believe I Have Signed up for Cross Country

Do you know what this means? It means I will be running my ass off, something most people my size and shape arn't meant for. It's going to be a challange, I already know that. My dad scoffs at the idea, thinks I should stick to baseball. Well, I've been playing baseball for eight years now, and I want to get out and do more. I could still do baseball, it's in the spring, but I'm starting to lose interest in it. I want to do something I haven't done before.

I've already started training also. Running thirty minutes each day is no easy thing either. Specially when it's scorching...well not scorching...but still hot outside. According to the scale, I've dropped some weight while doing all the running. I'm not happy about it either. I liked being at 180-185 lbs., not no 170 lbs. Sure, it's probally just fat but I'm starting to look like a twig now.

One more thing...I've seen those uniforms. How the hell am I suppose to run in shorts that,I swear to god, come up to my butt cheeks? They are bound to intefere with the running somehow, probally by giving some monster wedgie.

But hey, I plan to stick with it and continue on. I could say wish for the best, but that would just ruin the whole format of this blog now wouldn't it?

Wow...this is going to suck

So yeah, this is my first blog on "blogger". I've been previously posting on my myspace, though I doubt many people were reading. Usually the post on there were pointless and had no meaning, but it was something to pass the time and kinda fun. I wonder what I should post on here. I could do just sports, since I'm hoping to be a sports writer one day. Or I could do something like a journal, something that keeps me from keeping stuff in and eventually going insane. Eh, I don't know. Time will tell. Hell, I've only had one of these things for about a good 10 to 15 minutes. Hopefully, having a blog will be a postive experience for me, one that I will continue with for more than a day or two.