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.