So yesterday, I was whipping my hair back and forth...
I left Dustin's house this morning at about five-thirty, and it was pouring rain. And of course, the back window of my truck was leaking.
"Maybe...if I drive really fast...I'll get home quicker! Then I'll be able to get these wet towels out of my back seat! Which means I can take dry towels, and put them where the previously wet towels were! Yea!"
So I was driving fast. And by fast I mean I was going the speed limit. Which is pretty fast considering it was (and still is) cold and rainy outside.
And I turned onto Southport Road going about fifteen miles under the speed limit, but that wasn't enough. So instead of me actually turning, I slid. But this time I couldn't stop. I kept sliding and sliding. Eventually my truck went through the video store across the street, and then hit a bunch of houses.
Why was my truck still sliding?
It wouldn't stop!
My sliding truck was picking up speed and a white tunnel began to form around it!
I had hit a time warp...
Eventually I was sliding faster and faster, increasing speeds and no way for me to stop it! My doors wouldn't open and my phone wasn't working because I was in a time-warp tunnel! I screamed and cried! I tried to unbuckle my seat-belt so I could kick open the windows, but it was jammed! I kept going and going and going and I couldn't stop sliding! I was surrounded by an array of colors! Some colors I had never seen before! I saw Father Time! I saw Mother Nature! I saw God! I saw myself! I saw her! I saw a light! WHY WAS THIS HAPPENING ME!
And then I woke up, got into my truck, and drove home.
Todays date: November 25, 1999. Fuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
cup.
I don't like Nascar.
And that's weird. Because I used to kinda almost sorta like it. But I think that's only because my dad would watch it when I was little, and I grew up thinking I was a Dale Earnhardt fan. Then I realized I was a Tony Stewart fan. Then I realized that I couldn't care less. "Fuck it. Let's watch more football."
Last night, as I sat at my new roll-top desk, I began writing all of my habits down in my notebook. Some good, some bad, and some so weird that they couldn't be good nor bad.
And I re-read them after I was done. Some of them made me laugh. Like how I always keep my chair next to my bed so Snickers can jump up at night, or how I make sure every single loose strand of hair is pulled out of my head after I take a shower.
But my favorite one, neither good or bad, is this.
"I narrate my own life in such a way, that I lead myself to believe that I live in a parallel universe."
And I know that sounds weird, and yes, I was narrating my life way before J.D. was.
But I really do this. I always run things through my mind. First in the normal way, or at least what I perceive to be normal, and then through the impossible scenarios that may exist in the parallel universe. In fact, it's this thought process in which I've written most of my college papers.
And my professors love them. I do this, because sometimes I like to think that any given situation could have happened in a different and more crucial way.
For example.
I'm driving down the highway. Someone is driving really close behind me. And I'm talking, like so close I can smell the drivers after-shave.
Whenever this happens, the driver eventually realizes that I'm not going to speed up. So he, or she, switches into the next lane and passes me. Nothing bad has happened.
Except........
In my mind, these scenarios played in my head.
1. I brake check the driver, either causing a wreck, or he just ruined both vehicles. I'll leave that up to the drivers behind him.
2. As the driver passes me, I roll my windows down and jump onto his vehicle. I then jump into his vehicle and I either steer straight into the highway dividers, I steer into oncoming traffic, or I throw the guy out the window.
3. I follow the driver. Wherever he drives, I drive. The rest may or may not be history.
4. I veer more to the right of his vehicle, then I steer left into it and cause the driver to spin backwards into the vehicles behind us. Oops.
Even though I would NEVER do these things, and I never THINK of them as something I would do, it's still something I could be doing...in a parallel universe.
Whenever I burn incense, it makes my Diet Coke taste like Pine-Sol.
I've been awake for seventy-four hours and fifty-one minutes.
Fifty-six minutes.
I'm out of things to write. Either that, or I'm too tired to think of what I really wanted to write before I started writing all of this nonsense.
Fifty-seven.
And that's weird. Because I used to kinda almost sorta like it. But I think that's only because my dad would watch it when I was little, and I grew up thinking I was a Dale Earnhardt fan. Then I realized I was a Tony Stewart fan. Then I realized that I couldn't care less. "Fuck it. Let's watch more football."
Last night, as I sat at my new roll-top desk, I began writing all of my habits down in my notebook. Some good, some bad, and some so weird that they couldn't be good nor bad.
And I re-read them after I was done. Some of them made me laugh. Like how I always keep my chair next to my bed so Snickers can jump up at night, or how I make sure every single loose strand of hair is pulled out of my head after I take a shower.
But my favorite one, neither good or bad, is this.
"I narrate my own life in such a way, that I lead myself to believe that I live in a parallel universe."
And I know that sounds weird, and yes, I was narrating my life way before J.D. was.
But I really do this. I always run things through my mind. First in the normal way, or at least what I perceive to be normal, and then through the impossible scenarios that may exist in the parallel universe. In fact, it's this thought process in which I've written most of my college papers.
And my professors love them. I do this, because sometimes I like to think that any given situation could have happened in a different and more crucial way.
For example.
I'm driving down the highway. Someone is driving really close behind me. And I'm talking, like so close I can smell the drivers after-shave.
Whenever this happens, the driver eventually realizes that I'm not going to speed up. So he, or she, switches into the next lane and passes me. Nothing bad has happened.
Except........
In my mind, these scenarios played in my head.
1. I brake check the driver, either causing a wreck, or he just ruined both vehicles. I'll leave that up to the drivers behind him.
2. As the driver passes me, I roll my windows down and jump onto his vehicle. I then jump into his vehicle and I either steer straight into the highway dividers, I steer into oncoming traffic, or I throw the guy out the window.
3. I follow the driver. Wherever he drives, I drive. The rest may or may not be history.
4. I veer more to the right of his vehicle, then I steer left into it and cause the driver to spin backwards into the vehicles behind us. Oops.
Even though I would NEVER do these things, and I never THINK of them as something I would do, it's still something I could be doing...in a parallel universe.
Whenever I burn incense, it makes my Diet Coke taste like Pine-Sol.
I've been awake for seventy-four hours and fifty-one minutes.
Fifty-six minutes.
I'm out of things to write. Either that, or I'm too tired to think of what I really wanted to write before I started writing all of this nonsense.
Fifty-seven.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Iron Lion Zion
I'll admit...I've only seen the first Harry Potter movie and I've never read any of the books.
And you know what?
I don't care.
I'll never watch the movies and I'll never read the books.
I like Twilight.
I've seen all of the movies so far and I've read all of the books.
And you know what?
I'll continue to watch all of the Twilight movies and read all of the Twilight books. Because that stuff appeals to me.
I don't know what my deal has been lately. My sleep pattern is all messed up. I keep falling asleep at ten. Then I wake up at three, then go back to sleep at five, then wake back up at twelve.
I was watching "The Walking Dead" for the first time the other night. It was episode three, in case you were wondering. I hate horror movies, and this show would be classified as a horror show. But I watched it anyway, even though I was scared at the zombies. And these were like...legit fucking scary zombies. Ew.
And I was laying in my room with my television on. I heard a bunch of noise upstairs. It was probably my mom or Chuck. But because I had just watched "The Walking Dead," I though it was a bunch of fucking scary zombies coming downstairs to mess with me.
So I noticed the light in the kitchen was turned off. And I can tell, because the light usually creeps past my door because I leave it cracked a little bit in case Snickers wants to come in.
I muted my television, and listened carefully. I couldn't really hear anything other than the whir of the furnace. But the silence I was hearing was the kind of silence you hear when someone is close by and trying to be really quiet. I got up out of my bed and went to open my door, and right as I'm pushing my door open...
MY MOTHER IS STANDING RIGHT FUCKING THERE OMG IT SCARED US BOTH.
She's lucky she wasn't a zombie. Because I might have rabbit punched her in the nose.
And you know what?
I don't care.
I'll never watch the movies and I'll never read the books.
I like Twilight.
I've seen all of the movies so far and I've read all of the books.
And you know what?
I'll continue to watch all of the Twilight movies and read all of the Twilight books. Because that stuff appeals to me.
I don't know what my deal has been lately. My sleep pattern is all messed up. I keep falling asleep at ten. Then I wake up at three, then go back to sleep at five, then wake back up at twelve.
I was watching "The Walking Dead" for the first time the other night. It was episode three, in case you were wondering. I hate horror movies, and this show would be classified as a horror show. But I watched it anyway, even though I was scared at the zombies. And these were like...legit fucking scary zombies. Ew.
And I was laying in my room with my television on. I heard a bunch of noise upstairs. It was probably my mom or Chuck. But because I had just watched "The Walking Dead," I though it was a bunch of fucking scary zombies coming downstairs to mess with me.
So I noticed the light in the kitchen was turned off. And I can tell, because the light usually creeps past my door because I leave it cracked a little bit in case Snickers wants to come in.
I muted my television, and listened carefully. I couldn't really hear anything other than the whir of the furnace. But the silence I was hearing was the kind of silence you hear when someone is close by and trying to be really quiet. I got up out of my bed and went to open my door, and right as I'm pushing my door open...
MY MOTHER IS STANDING RIGHT FUCKING THERE OMG IT SCARED US BOTH.
She's lucky she wasn't a zombie. Because I might have rabbit punched her in the nose.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Ridiculous People
I need to write. Big figging time.
First of all, I need to address a few people really quick. I feel as if I need to explain something to you, in front of...well...whomever is taking the time to read this.
Chloe Fox.
I love you. So much. And I know, we exchange "I love you's" a lot because we really DO love each other as best friends should. I hate that I'm so upset at the fact that you're dating Seth now. And I'm not mad at you, or him, or anything that has anything to do with you two dating. I hate it because I didn't take the freaking chance all of those times you were with me at Kim and Dave's watching Notre Dame. But I'm not now, nor will I ever be upset at anything you say or do.
Adam Friedman.
God...I write and talk about you so much. I promise no homo, but it's getting to that point where even my mother questions my sexuality. Well whatever. But I wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you being my friend again. I know it seems childish, me always bitching about our friendship. But really, you're one of the most important people in my life. I hope it stays that way this time. Just...fucking hit me in the face next time I act up.
Taylor Wicker.
You know...it was you who inspired me to start up my own blog and record my feelings and such. And lately, I've yet to really insert a meaningful post here. Anyways. I was catching up on you blog tonight, and needless to say, it was beautiful. You are absolutely one of my favorite writers. And I read H.P. Lovecraft and Marry Higgins Clark books, so I hope you're honored...again. Anyways. I hate that we haven't spoken in ever. And I hate that we haven't hung out at all. I remember that we planned on it over the summer, but life got in the way, which is totally understandable. I was just wanting to how you were and everything. I mean, that's if you even read this junk. Just saying. I miss you, and you're great.
Okay now...okay now I'm gonna write about what happened the other night.
I was watching some college basketball and eating a pizza. Again. I swear, a pizza is made EVERY SINGLE DAY IN THIS HOUSE.
That and grilled cheeses. I fucking love grilled cheeses.
So my little puppy dog, Snickers HAD to go outside and chase things ONE more time before we went to bed.
And as I'm standing at the threshold of my sun room that leads outside, I started to space out into the nature.
It had been cold and rainy and cloudy and dreary all damn day. I loved it. I love cold and rainy and cloudy and dreary days like it had been THAT day. And I was remembering something that I was doing earlier on before it had gotten dark. I was hunched over the back of my couch in the front of my house that looks out passed our bay window.
It wasn't sunny since the clouds had blanketed the sky, but the sun was still behind the clouds...it's not like it just disappeared...so there was still a dim grey lighting upon the earth. It was still raining like it had been that morning, and it was about three in the afternoon at this point. I looked down into the garden below out window. It's funny, because I can't even tell you what's planted there. Just a bunch of flowers and bushed and plants and such.
HOWEVER
I did know the name of the plants. It's called a yucca plant. My grandma had one of them growing in the front of the garage in Kentucky. They aren't regarded as a "pretty" plant, but I like them. They grow as a big yellow bulb and eventually sword-like leaves starting sprouting from the bulb. The one we have is about five years old, so it's pretty big.
Raindrops fell on and off the leaves for fifteen minutes. Eventually the rain let up and the raindrops were able to stay on the leaves without falling off. I stared at those raindrops for forever. I just wanted to live in one of those little drops. With the grey light and the green from the leaves making it a minty green color. it just looked so beautiful. I wish I could live my life in a watery minty green bubble.
Well anyways, I'm standing at the threshold waiting for Snickers, who was still barking at something. I decided to walk out into the grass. It was almost icy. My feet against the cold, wet grass. The mud was slick too. I probably could have broken out went down the hill. I could see my breath so clearly. I don't think it was THAT cold out. I kinda just stood there. I wasn't thinking about anything. Just standing. And I hadn't realized that Snickers was like, "Hey dude, lemme back in the fucking house. My paws are cold." For some reason I find it appropriate for my little five pound chihuahua to say "fuck."
I just felt like getting that out of my system. I know it's not worded exactly how it should be. I need to revamp my writing techniques and such. I feel like I'm getting further away from how I used to write. It might just be in my head.
Any errors? Lemme know. It's four in the morning and I'm tired.
I only hope that Adam, Chloe and Taywick read this.
First of all, I need to address a few people really quick. I feel as if I need to explain something to you, in front of...well...whomever is taking the time to read this.
Chloe Fox.
I love you. So much. And I know, we exchange "I love you's" a lot because we really DO love each other as best friends should. I hate that I'm so upset at the fact that you're dating Seth now. And I'm not mad at you, or him, or anything that has anything to do with you two dating. I hate it because I didn't take the freaking chance all of those times you were with me at Kim and Dave's watching Notre Dame. But I'm not now, nor will I ever be upset at anything you say or do.
Adam Friedman.
God...I write and talk about you so much. I promise no homo, but it's getting to that point where even my mother questions my sexuality. Well whatever. But I wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you being my friend again. I know it seems childish, me always bitching about our friendship. But really, you're one of the most important people in my life. I hope it stays that way this time. Just...fucking hit me in the face next time I act up.
Taylor Wicker.
You know...it was you who inspired me to start up my own blog and record my feelings and such. And lately, I've yet to really insert a meaningful post here. Anyways. I was catching up on you blog tonight, and needless to say, it was beautiful. You are absolutely one of my favorite writers. And I read H.P. Lovecraft and Marry Higgins Clark books, so I hope you're honored...again. Anyways. I hate that we haven't spoken in ever. And I hate that we haven't hung out at all. I remember that we planned on it over the summer, but life got in the way, which is totally understandable. I was just wanting to how you were and everything. I mean, that's if you even read this junk. Just saying. I miss you, and you're great.
Okay now...okay now I'm gonna write about what happened the other night.
I was watching some college basketball and eating a pizza. Again. I swear, a pizza is made EVERY SINGLE DAY IN THIS HOUSE.
That and grilled cheeses. I fucking love grilled cheeses.
So my little puppy dog, Snickers HAD to go outside and chase things ONE more time before we went to bed.
And as I'm standing at the threshold of my sun room that leads outside, I started to space out into the nature.
It had been cold and rainy and cloudy and dreary all damn day. I loved it. I love cold and rainy and cloudy and dreary days like it had been THAT day. And I was remembering something that I was doing earlier on before it had gotten dark. I was hunched over the back of my couch in the front of my house that looks out passed our bay window.
It wasn't sunny since the clouds had blanketed the sky, but the sun was still behind the clouds...it's not like it just disappeared...so there was still a dim grey lighting upon the earth. It was still raining like it had been that morning, and it was about three in the afternoon at this point. I looked down into the garden below out window. It's funny, because I can't even tell you what's planted there. Just a bunch of flowers and bushed and plants and such.
HOWEVER
I did know the name of the plants. It's called a yucca plant. My grandma had one of them growing in the front of the garage in Kentucky. They aren't regarded as a "pretty" plant, but I like them. They grow as a big yellow bulb and eventually sword-like leaves starting sprouting from the bulb. The one we have is about five years old, so it's pretty big.
Raindrops fell on and off the leaves for fifteen minutes. Eventually the rain let up and the raindrops were able to stay on the leaves without falling off. I stared at those raindrops for forever. I just wanted to live in one of those little drops. With the grey light and the green from the leaves making it a minty green color. it just looked so beautiful. I wish I could live my life in a watery minty green bubble.
Well anyways, I'm standing at the threshold waiting for Snickers, who was still barking at something. I decided to walk out into the grass. It was almost icy. My feet against the cold, wet grass. The mud was slick too. I probably could have broken out went down the hill. I could see my breath so clearly. I don't think it was THAT cold out. I kinda just stood there. I wasn't thinking about anything. Just standing. And I hadn't realized that Snickers was like, "Hey dude, lemme back in the fucking house. My paws are cold." For some reason I find it appropriate for my little five pound chihuahua to say "fuck."
I just felt like getting that out of my system. I know it's not worded exactly how it should be. I need to revamp my writing techniques and such. I feel like I'm getting further away from how I used to write. It might just be in my head.
Any errors? Lemme know. It's four in the morning and I'm tired.
I only hope that Adam, Chloe and Taywick read this.
Monday, November 15, 2010
College Hoops
Okay. Ok. Okie.
This is gonna be a blog post dedicated to ONLY the 24 Hour College Hoops Marathon.
Sound boring?
I don't give a fig. Or fuck. Whatever.
So here are MY predictions of EVERY game in the marathon.
Oh. And major ups to my bud Jeff Yager for helping me out and such. We're thinking of starting our own sports blog. Now THAT would be awesome.
But lets get to the scores and predictions.
Game 1: Miami at No. 19 Memphis
I'm a little late for this one considering the game has already started. HOWEVER. It's at half-time right now, and Miami in only one point behind Memphis. I'm calling the upset. Miami over Memphis by 5 points.
Game 2: St.John's and St.Mary's
This is a really odd game. Two devout catholic schools playing each other? Expect blood. St.John is returning ten, count 'em, TEN seniors from last year. And even though St.Mary's lost their two biggest post-players, they have one of the best shooting back courts in the country. It's gonna be a doozy, but I'm thinking St.Mary's barely squeeze by in a tight game. Sorry Gaels, but even this win doesn't promote you to "knock-off" status in the WCC.
Game 3: Central Michigan at Hawaii
Don't bother with this game fellas. Both teams are mediocre at best and CMY played an early Sunday game already. They aren't used to the time change, so I'm going with Hawaii by 10 points.
Game 4: Stony Brook at Monmouth
I hate the Dallas Cowboys. I hate Miles Austin. I hate Monmouth. Stony Brook finally put together a decent season last year and made it to the NIT. I totally expect them to kill Monmouth by at LEAST 20 points.
Game 5: Robert Morris at Kent State
The only reason Kent State is going to win this game is because Robert Morris got ripped of their loins after a near upset in the tournament against Villanova. Sorry Colonials, but Kent State has this game by 15 points.
Game 6: Northeaster at Southern Illinois
Both of these teams are picked to finish in the bottom half of their conferences. But with that being said, the Salukis (SIU) have some Indiana talent on their roster. I'm going with SIU by 10 points.
Game 7: Oral Roberts at Tulsa
Oral Roberts may or may not win their conference depending on how well Oakland does, and Tulsa is a joke even on the football field despite their 23+ win seasons the last three years. I'm going with Oral Roberts by 5 points.
Game 8: La Salle at No.17 Baylor
Eh. This is a totally lopsided game. La Salle is looking really bad this year. And I mean like...A-10 bad. Baylor by 30+ points.
Game 9: No.20 Virginia Tech at No.3 Kansas State
Now THIS is gonna be a good game. You have two Top 25 teams from the ACC and Big 12 conferences and Va Tech has a LEGIT chance to make the tourney this year after barely missing it the last few years. Unfortunately, despite how close this game will be, I think K-State pulls away in the final stretch for the win.
Game 10: Marist at No.7 Villanova
No contest, Marist lost all but one game last year. 'Nova by a BUNCH.
Game 11: No.5 Ohio State at No.10 Florida
Wow. This is probably THE premier game of the marathon. And even though I SHOULD write a lot about this game, I really only have one thing to say. Just because Ohio State lost their best player in Even Turner to the draft, that does NOT mean that they aren't stacked. They are loaded at shooting guard and forward. Florida? Fuck you Tebow. I'm flaky though. This goes into overtime and Ohio State wins.
Game 12: Detroit at No.11 Syracuse
I wish Jim Boeheim would just figging retire. So what, you only won ONE championship? Two bad you couldn't win it when it counted against IU. Gotta love them Hoosiers, and me bringing up something that happened thirty years ago. 'Cuse by a bunch.
Game 13: Miami(Oh) at No.1 Duke
No. I'm calling the upset. Duke goes down.
Game 14: Saint Joe's at Penn State
I think Joe Pa is coaching the basketball team this year. Taylor Battle is gonna rock some heads in the Big Ten conference this year as well. Penn St. by a bunch. Love you Jeff.
Game 15: No.18 Butler at Louisville
I know we're all still pissed about Butler losing in the championship to Duke. And I know that despite losing Gordon Hayward to the draft, Butler STILL has Shelvin Mack, Ronald Nored AND a new and improved and beefed up Matt Howard. I love Pitino and the Louisville Cards...but I don't like the name if their new arena, even though that won't be the reason they lose (though I would like to believe so). Butler by 15 points.
Game 16: North Dakota at No.25 Wisconsin
Ugh. I'm getting tired. You can't beat Bo Ryan in November. Badgers by a bunch.
Game 17: Belmont at No.23 Tennessee
Get it together Bruce. Yet another upset. Thank you UIndy. Belmont on top.
Game 18: South Carolina at No.2 Michigan State
Whew. I kinda like Michigan State. I thought they should have beaten UNC a few years ago in the championship game, and I know they're pissed about the tough Big Ten schedule they've got going on. South Carolina doesn't have the 'Ole Ball Coach in this game. Michigan State by 20 points.
Game 19: San Diego State at No.12 Gonzaga
Okay. So even though I thought that SDSU should have stayed at No.24 in the pre-season polls, and even though I think they'll make the tourney this year, and EVEN though they have a big man at forward (6-foot-7 Kawhi Leonard), I still think that Gonzaga wins...but only by 8 points.
Game 20: Nevada OR Pacific at UCLA
Okay. So this is an odd match up. Whomever wins the Nevada v. Pacific game gets to play UCLU. I'm not sure why it's set up like that, but it is. Deal with it. I think Pacific beats down a sluggish Nevada team and I also think think that they route UCLA.
IU will make the Big Dance.
Butler makes the Final Four.
Winthrop and South Dakota State will also make the Big Dance.
Irish barely get by and make it too...the Big Dance.
Duke will lost in the first round and only ONE ACC team will make it into the second round and beyond (UNC).
Grammatical errors? Hahahahahaha. You're funny.
This is gonna be a blog post dedicated to ONLY the 24 Hour College Hoops Marathon.
Sound boring?
I don't give a fig. Or fuck. Whatever.
So here are MY predictions of EVERY game in the marathon.
Oh. And major ups to my bud Jeff Yager for helping me out and such. We're thinking of starting our own sports blog. Now THAT would be awesome.
But lets get to the scores and predictions.
Game 1: Miami at No. 19 Memphis
I'm a little late for this one considering the game has already started. HOWEVER. It's at half-time right now, and Miami in only one point behind Memphis. I'm calling the upset. Miami over Memphis by 5 points.
Game 2: St.John's and St.Mary's
This is a really odd game. Two devout catholic schools playing each other? Expect blood. St.John is returning ten, count 'em, TEN seniors from last year. And even though St.Mary's lost their two biggest post-players, they have one of the best shooting back courts in the country. It's gonna be a doozy, but I'm thinking St.Mary's barely squeeze by in a tight game. Sorry Gaels, but even this win doesn't promote you to "knock-off" status in the WCC.
Game 3: Central Michigan at Hawaii
Don't bother with this game fellas. Both teams are mediocre at best and CMY played an early Sunday game already. They aren't used to the time change, so I'm going with Hawaii by 10 points.
Game 4: Stony Brook at Monmouth
I hate the Dallas Cowboys. I hate Miles Austin. I hate Monmouth. Stony Brook finally put together a decent season last year and made it to the NIT. I totally expect them to kill Monmouth by at LEAST 20 points.
Game 5: Robert Morris at Kent State
The only reason Kent State is going to win this game is because Robert Morris got ripped of their loins after a near upset in the tournament against Villanova. Sorry Colonials, but Kent State has this game by 15 points.
Game 6: Northeaster at Southern Illinois
Both of these teams are picked to finish in the bottom half of their conferences. But with that being said, the Salukis (SIU) have some Indiana talent on their roster. I'm going with SIU by 10 points.
Game 7: Oral Roberts at Tulsa
Oral Roberts may or may not win their conference depending on how well Oakland does, and Tulsa is a joke even on the football field despite their 23+ win seasons the last three years. I'm going with Oral Roberts by 5 points.
Game 8: La Salle at No.17 Baylor
Eh. This is a totally lopsided game. La Salle is looking really bad this year. And I mean like...A-10 bad. Baylor by 30+ points.
Game 9: No.20 Virginia Tech at No.3 Kansas State
Now THIS is gonna be a good game. You have two Top 25 teams from the ACC and Big 12 conferences and Va Tech has a LEGIT chance to make the tourney this year after barely missing it the last few years. Unfortunately, despite how close this game will be, I think K-State pulls away in the final stretch for the win.
Game 10: Marist at No.7 Villanova
No contest, Marist lost all but one game last year. 'Nova by a BUNCH.
Game 11: No.5 Ohio State at No.10 Florida
Wow. This is probably THE premier game of the marathon. And even though I SHOULD write a lot about this game, I really only have one thing to say. Just because Ohio State lost their best player in Even Turner to the draft, that does NOT mean that they aren't stacked. They are loaded at shooting guard and forward. Florida? Fuck you Tebow. I'm flaky though. This goes into overtime and Ohio State wins.
Game 12: Detroit at No.11 Syracuse
I wish Jim Boeheim would just figging retire. So what, you only won ONE championship? Two bad you couldn't win it when it counted against IU. Gotta love them Hoosiers, and me bringing up something that happened thirty years ago. 'Cuse by a bunch.
Game 13: Miami(Oh) at No.1 Duke
No. I'm calling the upset. Duke goes down.
Game 14: Saint Joe's at Penn State
I think Joe Pa is coaching the basketball team this year. Taylor Battle is gonna rock some heads in the Big Ten conference this year as well. Penn St. by a bunch. Love you Jeff.
Game 15: No.18 Butler at Louisville
I know we're all still pissed about Butler losing in the championship to Duke. And I know that despite losing Gordon Hayward to the draft, Butler STILL has Shelvin Mack, Ronald Nored AND a new and improved and beefed up Matt Howard. I love Pitino and the Louisville Cards...but I don't like the name if their new arena, even though that won't be the reason they lose (though I would like to believe so). Butler by 15 points.
Game 16: North Dakota at No.25 Wisconsin
Ugh. I'm getting tired. You can't beat Bo Ryan in November. Badgers by a bunch.
Game 17: Belmont at No.23 Tennessee
Get it together Bruce. Yet another upset. Thank you UIndy. Belmont on top.
Game 18: South Carolina at No.2 Michigan State
Whew. I kinda like Michigan State. I thought they should have beaten UNC a few years ago in the championship game, and I know they're pissed about the tough Big Ten schedule they've got going on. South Carolina doesn't have the 'Ole Ball Coach in this game. Michigan State by 20 points.
Game 19: San Diego State at No.12 Gonzaga
Okay. So even though I thought that SDSU should have stayed at No.24 in the pre-season polls, and even though I think they'll make the tourney this year, and EVEN though they have a big man at forward (6-foot-7 Kawhi Leonard), I still think that Gonzaga wins...but only by 8 points.
Game 20: Nevada OR Pacific at UCLA
Okay. So this is an odd match up. Whomever wins the Nevada v. Pacific game gets to play UCLU. I'm not sure why it's set up like that, but it is. Deal with it. I think Pacific beats down a sluggish Nevada team and I also think think that they route UCLA.
IU will make the Big Dance.
Butler makes the Final Four.
Winthrop and South Dakota State will also make the Big Dance.
Irish barely get by and make it too...the Big Dance.
Duke will lost in the first round and only ONE ACC team will make it into the second round and beyond (UNC).
Grammatical errors? Hahahahahaha. You're funny.
Friday, November 5, 2010
The Jack Hammer
I have to be up in four and a half hours. I might as well stay up longer.
I went to the play at PMHS last night called "Pillow Talk." It was really good and funny as Hell.
"You're so hard."
"Not lately."
Also, I'm pretty sure the whole play was based upon Wesley Wren's life. I'm just saying.
So I was texting my mother today while I was at work. Now...other than the fact that I probably should NOT have been texting at work anyways...my mother likes to think that his rule doesn't apply to her. I usually find myself talking to her more often when I'm at work over texts, than any other time.
Anyways...
So I recently had Charlie take all of the change I've saved up over the last six months from work so he could use his bank's coin star machine. And since he he's a a bank member at this particular bank, they won't charge him anything on the dollar.
In the end...I would be getting all of the money without having to pay a...use of machine...fee? Or whatever. You know what I mean!
Well I was wondering how much it was I had saved up, since I hadn't spoken to him in a couple of days. So I figured I'd ask my mom. Mom's should know these things right? Right??? Kinda. And maybe not ever. But i couldn't even tell you if she knew or not..because this is the conversation we had via-text.
Me: "Hay mom, do you know how much I had saved up in change? I don't know if Charlie has it or not."
Mom: "Vodka?"
Me: "Vodka? wtffffffff?"
Mom: "Hahaha, wth? Idk, I'll have to ask him."
Me: "Stop texting like a teenager. You're not sixteen."
Mom: "I used to be a teenager!"
Me: "Yea, like a million years ago."
Me: "A million and one! Get it right!"
...wow
Also, my mother isn't seventeen years old. I know some of you were wondering. BECAUSE ONLY SEVENTEEN YEAR OLDS TEXT LIKE THAT
But she owns a house, a car, and apparently John Travolta and Eric Clapton. The first step is admitting you have an obsession. She has yet to do so.
That was my day. Because work was uneventful.
I went to the play at PMHS last night called "Pillow Talk." It was really good and funny as Hell.
"You're so hard."
"Not lately."
Also, I'm pretty sure the whole play was based upon Wesley Wren's life. I'm just saying.
So I was texting my mother today while I was at work. Now...other than the fact that I probably should NOT have been texting at work anyways...my mother likes to think that his rule doesn't apply to her. I usually find myself talking to her more often when I'm at work over texts, than any other time.
Anyways...
So I recently had Charlie take all of the change I've saved up over the last six months from work so he could use his bank's coin star machine. And since he he's a a bank member at this particular bank, they won't charge him anything on the dollar.
In the end...I would be getting all of the money without having to pay a...use of machine...fee? Or whatever. You know what I mean!
Well I was wondering how much it was I had saved up, since I hadn't spoken to him in a couple of days. So I figured I'd ask my mom. Mom's should know these things right? Right??? Kinda. And maybe not ever. But i couldn't even tell you if she knew or not..because this is the conversation we had via-text.
Me: "Hay mom, do you know how much I had saved up in change? I don't know if Charlie has it or not."
Mom: "Vodka?"
Me: "Vodka? wtffffffff?"
Mom: "Hahaha, wth? Idk, I'll have to ask him."
Me: "Stop texting like a teenager. You're not sixteen."
Mom: "I used to be a teenager!"
Me: "Yea, like a million years ago."
Me: "A million and one! Get it right!"
...wow
Also, my mother isn't seventeen years old. I know some of you were wondering. BECAUSE ONLY SEVENTEEN YEAR OLDS TEXT LIKE THAT
But she owns a house, a car, and apparently John Travolta and Eric Clapton. The first step is admitting you have an obsession. She has yet to do so.
That was my day. Because work was uneventful.
Dedededededede
DAMMIT!
I have like...NO time to go over all of the awesome things that have happened since my last blog post...which was over a month ago.
And I hate that I'm so lazy that I can't type up ONE story a day. I mean, it really makes me sad. I feel like I've let Chloe and Taylor down.
And it makes me happy to see that I have as many followers as I do, especially my sister. Emily Bradley...this is my house and you will PROTECT my house.
I guess I'll give a brief synopsis over the month that has passed since my last post...
1. Notre Dame still continues to break my heart. If they can just win TWO more games...two...more...fucking...games...
2. For those of you who truly care about me, and worried about me over the last six months, I'm fine now. It'll be okay.
3. I'm going to Marian starting my sophomore year. HOW AWESOME IS THAT!
4. I saw The Wavves with Wesley Wren
5. Again, for those of who were worried about me, Adam Friedman and I are talking again, and I may or may not be playing bass for a band of ours again. This makes me cry happy tears of happiness.
6. I broke my record for most McGangBangs consumed in a night.
7. I had to drive Dustin down to Vincennes a couple of days ago...ask me about that when you have the chance.
8. I've begun a workout program at LA Fitness so I can play some football at Marian. Progress is slow, but I'll be there eventually. And ladies, if you start to like what you see, do tell!
Umm...I'm almost positive I'm missing some stuff. Whatever. It's like three-thirty in the morning. Gimme a break. (kit-kats)
Shessh, I know this isn't quality writing. I've gotten away from that in my blog, and I hate it for you guys who choose to read this.
But just wait, I'll start dedicating more of my free time here, I know you thirteen people want to read what I have to post. Maybe. I don't really give a flying fig.
The thirteen of you make me happy.
Blablabla.
My life is good right now.
Also, The Jackhammer. Wes and Zach, that's happening a lot more often now.
I will attempt to start back up the greatness which I had begun some months ago on Blogspot. And by attempt I mean, if I'm NOT watching Sports Center. Again. Fucking football.
I have like...NO time to go over all of the awesome things that have happened since my last blog post...which was over a month ago.
And I hate that I'm so lazy that I can't type up ONE story a day. I mean, it really makes me sad. I feel like I've let Chloe and Taylor down.
And it makes me happy to see that I have as many followers as I do, especially my sister. Emily Bradley...this is my house and you will PROTECT my house.
I guess I'll give a brief synopsis over the month that has passed since my last post...
1. Notre Dame still continues to break my heart. If they can just win TWO more games...two...more...fucking...games...
2. For those of you who truly care about me, and worried about me over the last six months, I'm fine now. It'll be okay.
3. I'm going to Marian starting my sophomore year. HOW AWESOME IS THAT!
4. I saw The Wavves with Wesley Wren
5. Again, for those of who were worried about me, Adam Friedman and I are talking again, and I may or may not be playing bass for a band of ours again. This makes me cry happy tears of happiness.
6. I broke my record for most McGangBangs consumed in a night.
7. I had to drive Dustin down to Vincennes a couple of days ago...ask me about that when you have the chance.
8. I've begun a workout program at LA Fitness so I can play some football at Marian. Progress is slow, but I'll be there eventually. And ladies, if you start to like what you see, do tell!
Umm...I'm almost positive I'm missing some stuff. Whatever. It's like three-thirty in the morning. Gimme a break. (kit-kats)
Shessh, I know this isn't quality writing. I've gotten away from that in my blog, and I hate it for you guys who choose to read this.
But just wait, I'll start dedicating more of my free time here, I know you thirteen people want to read what I have to post. Maybe. I don't really give a flying fig.
The thirteen of you make me happy.
Blablabla.
My life is good right now.
Also, The Jackhammer. Wes and Zach, that's happening a lot more often now.
I will attempt to start back up the greatness which I had begun some months ago on Blogspot. And by attempt I mean, if I'm NOT watching Sports Center. Again. Fucking football.
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