The EZ News

Triumphant Return

Thu, 09 Mar 2006 04:37:25 GMT

Fear not my faithful yet non-existant reader, your ole boy Ethan has returned. I never made an appearence during the entire months of January and February (you know I love how the second month of the year is also the only month with 2 R's). So why break my silence? Why return now on this day at this junction in my life? What is there to juxtapose it against the previous two months of no entries.

Well lets see. Hmm... why is that? Oh yeah I remember now. Its because today was probably one of the most personally gratifying days I've ever had. Yeah thats kind of a shocking statement isn't it. All these years all the things I do and today is the day that seems to make it all seem grand, and that much more worthwhile. Today I found a reason and a satisfaction in all the things that I do that I haven't found previously. I was proud, happy, excited, and I found a level of accomplishment in life that I never achieved in my years of mastering classes, raping tests, and getting good grades.

So what happened?

Since nearly the beginning of the semester I've been working with some of the UF football players who have decided to turn pro this year and try their luck in the NFL Draft April 29th and 30th. I started with just two, a couple of local guys who went to high school in Gainesville and were fortunate enough to take their skills to their hometown university, Vernell Brown and Jarvis Herring. Vernell had been the face of Florida football this year, a short 5'6 player who weighs in at about 160 pounds, but his heart probably weighs another 160 pounds. During the season it was always a joke of mine to pick on Vernell some as a heckling fan. Its easy to single out the little guy on the football field. However as the season went on I grew to be a big fan of Vernell. By the end I was scream, "Take the Heisman back from Reggie and give it to Vernell!" I also felt that he had become the best defensive back on our team. An ankle break forced him out of a number of games, games that got way to close or that we lost. Jarvis was his buddy from high school and a safety on the team. I knew the name but I wasn't very familiar with him as a player. Who pays attention to the safeties?

The head strength and conditioning coach here at UF brought them down to coach Holloway for help running the 40 yard dash, and I soon found myself working with them. I thaught them drills and then coach Holloway got them started in the system. As the days went on though coach Holloway stopped coming down to work with them. After the first week they were basically all mine except for the occasional direction as to what the workout for the day should be or an observation on a technique.

Eventually I started adding more people to my group. Three offensive linemen started coming out. Tevares Washington, Lance Butler, and Randy Hand. It was funny working with 3 guys over 6'4 tall and 300 pounds in weight. I always felt like the small tree in the forest. Then Dee Webb decided to leave the people who were training him in Miami and come back up. He was on the track team the year before and already knew much of what we teach. Then Todd McCullough the line backer started coming out right after having surgery to remove part of the meniscus in his knee. He really wasn't cabable of much at first and I had to get creative with teaching him to have his body do things correctly. Last I added in a couple of former UF football players, Tre Orr and Zeph Augustine, who wanted to give it a shot.

And so today was the pinacle of all our hard work. The day that all the scouts showed up to "The Swamp" to see just what these prospects had, and damnit if we didn't show up and give them all we had.

Vernell having the first last name in alphabetical order had to go first in everything. He got out there and did his thing, got the ball rolling in the direction of success. From there it was just great times and good runs. I was there giving some feedback after the first run so that they could go out the second run and try to improve.

The times aren't ever given out as anything definitive. Basically every scout times and then they get together afterwards and compare times. So the following results are some of the best times we saw or heard.

Vernell 4.38
Dee 4.32
Jarvis 4.67
Tre 4.54
Tevares 5.13
Lance 5.27
Randy 4.98
Zeph 4.59

I found some stuff on NFL.com that showed much different times but like I said sometimes they vary across the board. Haha either that or I just want to believe that they all did really well, because its making me feel pretty dang good about myself and what I did.

Drunken Inspired

Thu, 22 Dec 2005 07:42:01 GMT

Oh its two o'clock in the morning
after a night of heart felt exploring
I didn't get to where I wanted to be
But in the end I knew thats the way it would be
Feeling like the night was so grand
as it ticked by on the clock's hour hand
Up and down, left and right, but never there
looking for a circle but found a square
would have been pleased in a love triangle
some crazy drama to deal with and unentangle
But thats not the way my life ever works out
through this string of present and lasting doubt
gonna make it, gonna do it, gonna find a way
until tomorrow brings another chance, another day

Sad Days, even the tests prove it

Tue, 01 Nov 2005 23:43:28 GMT

The Boy Next Door
Random Gentle Love Dreamer (RGLDm)

Kind, yearning, playful, you are The Boy Next Door. You're looking for real Love, a lot like girls do. It might not be manly, but it's sweet.

We think the next three years will be very exciting and fruitful ones for you. Your spontaneous, creative side makes you a charming date, and we think you have a horny side just waiting to shine. Or glisten, rather. You enter new relationships unusually hopeful, and the first moments are especially glorious. If you've had some things not work out before, so what.

Your exact opposite:
The 5-Night Stand

Deliberate Brutal Sex Master

On paper, most girls would name the Boy Next Door as their ideal mate. In the real world, however, you're often passed over for more dangerous or masculine men. You're the typical "nice guy:" without just a touch of cockiness, you're doomed with girls. A shoulder to cry on? Okay, sure. But never a penis to hold.

More than any other type, Boys Next Door evolve as they get older. As we said, many find true love, but some fail miserably in the search. These tarnished few grow up to be The Men Next Door, who are creepy as hell, offering backrubs to kids and what not.

ALWAYS AVOID: The Nymph

CONSIDER: The Maid of Honor, The Peach

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Proverbial Thought of Todays Run

Tue, 25 Oct 2005 02:43:46 GMT

I was running by one of the dorms a friend of mine lived in the summer before her first fall where she lived in a different dorm. After that spring she moved back to that original dorm of the summer stating, "I was happy there." Today it occured to me...

Don't put the happiness in your life on the place you were at that time. Instead put the happiness on the person who was happy, yourself. You do not need a place to be happy, you can just be happy.

Baton (Beaten) Rouge

Tue, 18 Oct 2005 04:31:01 GMT

This past weekend I had the opportunity to partake in my first ever road trip to a Gator Football away game. Friday after I got off of work 4 guys I know and myself piled into my car and began our trek to Baton Rouge, the home of the LSU Tigers, for an SEC conference game of unparalleled importance for both teams.

After an interesting night of driving to Baton Rouge and arriving at 4 AM EST and then sleeping with 5 people in the car we ventured out onto the campus in an attempt to find more gator fans. Hopefully we would encounter some rich tailgaiting UF alumni who would wish to share their bounty with us. In the first while of searching our journey produced little more fruition than a random gator fan here or there suffering the same verbal assault of "Tiger Bait" (another great UF cheer "Gator Bait" that every other school in the SEC has stolen and attempted to use for their own against us because they can not think of anything creative). Then to my surprise some LSU fan comes up and starts a friendly conversation with us. The chap was quite likable and we told him of our quest. He said he had shared shots with some Gator fans earlier in the day and that he would lead us to where he and his friends had been tailgating.

When we reached his mythical promised land we were met with open arms by 10 of our LSU peers. The instantly shared with us the glory of "The Dehydrator," a three hose funnel with a water cooler jug instead of a funnel at the top. I said, "I'll do one, I'll do one." and it turned out to be a decision of illustrious wealth. We soon were partaking in their keg, their jager, their conversation, their lawn games. Everything except for their women. A little challenging broke out between us Gators and our Tiger hosts which lead to me talking one of my fellow gators into doing a keg stand. Just as we hoisted him up over the keg 2 Louisianna cops showed up. No one hesitated and we began the glory that is a keg stand. I was the counter and my counting could be heard all across the land. One of the cops who was not 5 feet away watching says, "If he doesn't get to 20 he's a pussy." I had a hitch in my counting, but my friend did not flinch. I slowly counted my way past 20 to 21 where my friend stopped. The cops pleased the got to witness the event went about their way ensuring the peace of all fans.

After some healthy drinking one of our LSU friends made a comment about my Swamp Things t-shirt that I was wearing. He felt that Louisianna was more of a swamp than Florida was. I came back with the greatest defense ever siting the movie Waterboy. I told him the movie was filmed in Florida and passed off easily as the not as swampy Louisianna. This turned the conversation in a new direction, all out trash talking. Things got heated. My voice could be heard for miles around, and all who could hear heeded my words as I preached the power of the great Gator Nation. My obnoxiousness reached unprecidented heights as the LSU fans tried to find a break in my ubreakable logic. Then to my dismay I felt my feet leave contact with the ground. For a breif moment I thought that maybe my righteousness was so great that I had broken the bounds of existence and finally achieved the ability to fly. However, my mind quickly grasped the fact that hands had a hold of me and were drawing me towards a trash can. I twisted in their grip and crashed back to earth. I was grabbed again and brought right up to the trash can which I cleverly pushed over thwarting their attempt to toss me in. I proclaimed to them, "You see I go to UF and am clearly much smarter than your LSU education has prepared you for." Brains frequently can best brawns, but their comes a time when there is just too much brawn for even the greatest brains to tip the scale back into their favor. I found myself on the ground one hand clenched around the ankle of an LSU fan the other performing an amazing balancing act with my beer, attempting to not let a drop spill forth from it. Eventually though the beer was knocked asunder from my hand and with it went my god like strength. Having had my strength robbed from me I was powerless to stop them from lifting me into the air again. Yet even without my great strength I was still powerful enough to put their weakness on display to all who would witness their attempts. Eventually I was outnumbered and could not prolong the inevitable of my trip into the trash can. I scurried out, jumped to my feet and laughed the event off. One of their women folk came over and began talking to me. It wasn't long before I found myself being knocked over backwards again into the trash can. I got back up looked for my spilled beer cup, found it laying on the ground in all its glory, refilled it gave some LSU fans props for besting me and continued to drink my fill with them. They might have been able to toss me into the trash but I was ensured that at the days end they would have suffered much greater humiliation at the hands of my Gators.

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In the end the Gators lost. I did my part but they couldn't hold up their end of the bargain.

The Rules Explained

Sun, 09 Oct 2005 22:51:52 GMT

This post will have pushed my post Rules to live by off the page, and so I figured that there is no time like the present to end the suspense and elaborate on the oh so important three rules of life and relationships.

Rule #1: Never bet on a horse with a hard on

If you're at the horse track and you see a horse walking around before the start with a hard on are you going to put all you money down on that horse? No you aren't. In life people make this mistake all the time. Look around at the guys around you, its easily to tell which ones have the metaphorical hard ons. The guys so consumed in how they look, or how bad ass they are. The guys trying to get with all the girls acting like big sleeze balls. The guys who are always in the gym who are complete meatheads. These are the guys you don't want to bet your money on. These are the guys you don't want to be your boys because when you bet the house on them they're going to leave you broke. Ladies these are the guys you don't want to get into relationships with because when you climb on that horse's back you're in for the ride of your life from which you'll ultimately get bucked off. Oh but you'll make the bet anyway, you will, and just watch you'll learn your lesson and be like damn I should have followed rule number one. Then you'll turn around and make the mistake again because if you're willing to bet on a horse with a hard on once you're always willing to make that bet.

Rule #2 A man with a hard on is 90% stupid

Every guy has experience this at some point, and ladies you've probably fallen for it a couple times yourself. Here's the best example... A guy and a girl are making out, its getting pretty hot and heavy and all that. In a brief pause the guy utters, "I love you." In this situation they should both just stop and laugh because they know it isn't true because damnit thats the cock talking right there. Its sucked up all the blood from his brain leaving him 90% stupid and he has no ability to stop his cock from talking. That cock is all screaming, "I love it! I love it! I love her! Let her know man, let her know! Dude tell her!" Yeah you say no to that when you're 90% stupid already. But once he's said it she's going to believe it and then she's going to hold him to it. From then on he's dragging ass knowing he screwed up, she thinks he's serious but he isn't, it was actually only his little friend that was serious. So then they both end up bullshiting eachother forever until shit really hits the fan. Think of those guys mentioned in rule #1 too, just how smart are they? So guys be aware of rule #2 next time, no wait check that, Every Time and save both you and her the pain. Ladies you take note too and just laugh at him next time.

Rule #3: Never underestimate the power of the bootie

I haven't figured it out yet. How come women haven't figured this one out yet? I mean they have but really they haven't. This rule is alluding to the fact that because females have the bootie that they're in control because every man wants it. The best example possible... How many times have you ever heard of a man making his wife sleep on the couch. You Haven't! Guys don't have that kind of power! Men can only try to hold some semblence of power in a relationship. Generally all a guy can do is listen for his name. Here's another example... If the female in a relationship blows up on the guy in the relationship then he's just supposed to take it, but if he blows up on her just the same then she starts questioning the relationship and everything. Never underestimate that power gentlement, never! Ladies, come on give us a break every now and then. Please? No? As you wish.

So there you go everyone. You've been warned.

I've gotta see about a girl

Fri, 30 Sep 2005 00:33:54 GMT

Today was kind of interesting. A girl came up to me and wanted to go on a date with me... Well she actually just wanted to know where the new physics building was, but I could tell this conversation was going in the date direction. So anyway this girl says to me, "Hey Ethan!" Actually she didn't really know my name was Ethan, but I would have told her my name if she asked. Anyway there she was all, "Excuse me do you know where the new physics building is?" Actually I'm just paraphrasing, so that may not be exactly what she said, but it went something like that. So, meanwhile I had no idea what to do! Should I tell her where the new physics building is and risk the chance of never seeing her again, or should I tell her that the new physics building is actually my house because I'm the best looking best physics doing mother F'er in the world, and that it's really weird she was asking ME of all people on campus where my house is!? Now my heart is pounding at an ungodly pace, my hands are shaking and my back is just drenched in a nervous sweat. I start crying... I mean tears are rolling down my cheeks, my chin, my neck, my chest, flowing into my mouth, well no tears actually got into my mouth, but I bet some were real close. So after about ten minutes of complete silence, excluding my sobs, I says to her, I says, "Miss I like you" I guess I didn't actually say that, but I would have if I weren't in such a sensitive place at the time. What I did do was point to the big building right down the street and say, "It's right there...idiot." And so ended that wonderful moment where I met my life partner. So if you're reading this and you're thinking, "That was me!" Please leave a comment and I'll take you out for a nice steak dinner, which I won't eat because I'm a vegetarian, but it'll be fun to watch someone else enjoy themself.

Conversations from the past week

Sat, 24 Sep 2005 16:31:31 GMT

Ok we'll start out small and work our way up...

I'm talking to a friend who tells me that her wisdom tooth is bringing her more pain than wisdom. So being the witty guy I am I say, "but maybe thats the wisdom of the wisdom tooth, to learn that with wisdom comes pain which must be dealt with"

Oh so philisophical I am.

Then I'm talking to another friend who is informing me that in her career in real estate she has just reached multi million dollar producer status and she tells me that its a pretty big deal. So being the witty guy I am I say, "I would bet, I don't multi million anything. I only look like a million bucks not multi."

Oh so funny I am.

Haha I like patting myself on the back. Its fun!

A Nike rep visited us at work this week and we were looking into appearal to order for next year. The Nike guy saw that I was wearing a pair of Nike Frees (the shoes that are supposed to feel like you're barefoot) and asked me what I thought of them. I told him my opinion and then he says to me, "I think they should be a sport f*cking shoe." And he continues, "They're made for grip between the sheets, inables athletes who wear them to achieve unparalleled speeds. It might only be three inches but its coming at speeds she's never imagined before. When you're really good too you can just kick them off mid thrust and grab on with your toenails. Thats when you know you're training has paid off, and she's got another thing coming to her."

Just a little unexpected haha.

I was talking to my friend Alex yesterday who is basically involved in a trip around the world like the one I mentioned in the previous posting, he's really the inspiration behind my desire to do so as well. He's in South Africa right now and we were talking and he tells me, "You realize America has become the creedence song 'Bad Moon on the Rise'?" It took me off gaurd how accurate he was. He continued, "I hear Hurricanes a blowin, I fear rivers over flowin, I see earthquakes and lightning... Earthquake just hit LA, The levees are breaking again. The song pluralizes hurricane. Voice of rage and ruin? - dunno, maybe bush?" Then I told him that we had a full red moon the weekend of the Tennessee game. CCR had visions of the future maybe? I don't know but the lyrics follow for you to take a look at them.

I see the bad moon arising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightning
I see bad times today

Don't go around tonight
Well, it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise

I hear hurricanes ablowing
I know the end is coming soon
I fear rivers over flowing
I hear the voice of rage and ruin

Don't go around tonight
Well, it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise

Hope you got your things together
Hope you are quite prepared to die
Looks like we're in for nasty weather
One eye is taken for an eye

Don't go around tonight
Well, it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise

Don't go around tonight
Well, it's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise

Oh man I forgot.

Thu, 22 Sep 2005 00:26:21 GMT

I came here to write something proverbial, but gees now its gone. There is nothing where some great thought was just in my mind. So maybe I'll just sit here and stare at the screen like I've been doing lately and maybe I'll come up with something...

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hmmm... Are you bored yet by my inability to entertain or amuse you?

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Hey! I've got an idea, which for clarification is not the original intended idea of this posting that was forgotten. Recently when I've been asked how its going or how I'm doing I've replied with, "I'm just a squirrel trying to get a nut." I think its a great way of looking at life, simplistic, metaphoric, and comical. Why does a squirrel try to get a nut you think? I can think of two reasons both of which are based on the first, which is to feed itself, the second is so that it can survive the winter. So why am I just a squirrel trying to get a nut? Well I guess I'm just trying to get what it is I need to survive both today and tomorrow. Why a squirrel though? Well if I could be any animal I'd have to be a squirrel. There is just something about the freedom and excitement that must coincide with jumping from branch to branch among the trees. I guess thats it, the metaphor broken down... To be free, excited, and to have what I need to survive both now and into the future. Yeah, thats exactly how I want to live my life.

I started looking into a possible trip to Iceland this summer in July. I'd really like for it to be the first stop of many that would lead me around the world. The itinerary I have in my mind currently is Iceland, England, into Europe to hit up all the fun there, Cairo, South Africa, India and up to Bhutan and Nepal, Hong Kong, Australia, New Zealand, somewhere in South America where I can see ancient pyramids, and home. Yeah that would be the greatest. Only problem is I don't want to do it alone, and how am I going to find someone with the money and desire to want to do such a thing with me? Who wants to run away like that for a year, knowing when you come back everything is going to be different? I definitely do. Gosh, the experiences, the memories, the knowledge, the sites would all be so worth coming home broke and whatever else. I'm serious, come on sign up, let me know you want to.

Hey I guess this entry didn't do half bad for itself considering its horrible beginnings. :-)

22 years of bad luck finally turns around for one crucial moment.

Sat, 17 Sep 2005 19:02:20 GMT

So here I am walking down the street today after the pizza luncheon (an event the UAA puts on for its employees where they feed them all calorie ladden pizza, hot dogs, sweets, and soda just to show they appreciate you) and it occured to me that I hadn't picked up my football ticket the day before, the last day to pick them up. My jaw went slack, I stopped walking, I just stood there dumbfounded. The biggest game of probably my entire college football possibilities (#5 Tenn vs #6 Florida, Urban Meyer's first SEC game) and I wasn't going to be able to go. The only thing I could think of to do was to call my boy Timmy.

Tim answered the phone and I muttered in monotone, "Oh my god, I didn't get my football ticket yesterday." Tim was almost as dumbfounded as I. I asked him if they had gotten their tickets and he told me that they had the day before. I sort of flipped out, "Why didn't you call me?!?!?" I sputtered around for a few moments and then started babbling, "What should I do, what should I do?" Tim suggested that I go to the ticket office and see if they had any unclaimed tickets available. This seemed like the best course of action so I turned around and headed back to the football stadium.

I was standing at the corner of the street watching traffic so that I could cross to the stadium and then I noticed passing right in front of me on her scooter was my ex-girlfriend. She must have seen me as she was headed down, I have a very easily recognizable profile, however, I didn't see her coming because she came from my left perifary and I was looking to the right. I was sort of peeved that she couldn't even say hi to me, its not like we broke up on bad terms (unless we did and I was just not aware of some real reason). I turned around in the direction she was headed and said, "That was cold blooded." Like kicking a man when he's down.

I made my way up to the football stadium student ticket office and talked to the kid behind the window. I told him, "I forgot to pick up my ticket yesterday, is there anything I can do?" He looked at me and said coldly that there wasn't at the current time. He mentioned that there was a possibility I could try to get an unclaimed ticket after 5. It was my only chance at this time, to get in line before 5 and hope that I could buy back my own unclaimed ticket. Only I had one huge problem with that, I'd still be in practice up until 5 and I was well aware that by the time I'd gotten up there the line would be too enormous for me to have a chance to get the few unclaimed tickets remaining.

I called Tim back and told him the situation. He said he was going out to eat with his girlfriend and then they were going to go hang out by the pool after which he was willing to wait in the line for me. Anything was worth a try to me at that point. I headed back to the track, my weekend in shambles, my hopes low, but ready for afternoon practice to take my mind off the situation. I went back to my office and told coach I think I just had the worst 30 minutes of my life. He asked what happened and I told him. Later one of our managers came in and asked how I was doing to which I responded that things weren't so good. He commeneted that he had thought I was having a great week. I told him, "I was until I realized I didn't pick up my football ticket yesterday." I'm telling the manager the story and I hear Mouse, the head coach I work with, in the background talking on the phone to the guy at the ticket office telling him, "I had my intern working to the bone yesterday and he didn't get a chance to come down and get his football ticket. Is there anything you could do for him?" Next thing I'm giving Mouse my student ID so that he can give the guy my ID number so they can see if they can do anything for me. We had an hour before practice and we waited to hear back but didn't.

We headed down to practice and my mind let the situation go while I punished the group of 800 meter runners I've been working with. Tim called me back at about 4:30 and said he was coming to get my ticket to get in line for me for the 5 o'clock possibility. I was worried, I knew the line would be large already. Tim finally got my ID from me at 4:40. He called me back from the line shortly thereafter and informed me that the line was at least 100 people long. I knew very well that all those people weren't going to get tickets so I just told him to forget it, and I put all my faith in my boy Mouse, hoping his connection had come through.

We finished practice just before 5 and I asked Mouse if the guy from the ticket office had called him back. He went to check his messages on his office phone and of course like always he had a million so it was going to take a little while. I ran back down to the track because I had forgotten my water bottle. When I got back to the office Mouse was calling the guy at the ticket office. He said that they were going to give me a ticket but that I was going to have to pay $28 for it. That was no worries, I just wanted in. My boy Tim had my student ID still though, so I asked Mouse to ask if I needed an ID. They said that they preferred my student one but I could get by with my regular ID.

I high tailed it the near half mile to the football stadium. I called Tim as I left the office to see if he could bring me back my student ID. He said he was on Museum road which was just one road south of where I was, but he was going the opposite direction. I didn't make him come back to me because it was rush hour and it probably would have taken longer. I told him to go and I continued my brisk walk to the stadium. I got there and saw the huge line Tim had seen earlier, backed up across almost an entire side of the stadium. At the ticket office back door where I was told to go there was a guy about to go in. I went up and started talking to him. I told him that I was there to see Mark, and that coach Holloway (thats Mouse) had sent me. The guy looked at me and I asked him if he was Mark. He said that he wasn't and asked me who sent me to which I repeated that coach Holloway had. He let me in asked me my name and after I told him a guy across the room said, "Are you Ethan Tussing" and of course he mispronounced Tüssing but I didn't care. I told him I was and went over. He handed me a ticket and informed me that from now on I had to pick it up by Thursday. I told him that I knew and that coach Holloway had me working so much yesterday I just didn't have a chance and it slipped my mind. I asked if I had to pay for it and he said no and sent me on my way.

I was so elated, I think that was one of the luckiest things that has ever happened to me. Mouse made it all possible. Its great to know the man some times. I was so appreciative to him and Tim for trying to help me get a ticket and then for coming through, and I didn't even have to pay for it. It felt like all the dues I'd paid had finally accumulated to this one moment. Things going in my direction for once was a big shocker. Hopefully the trend keeps up.

What to say

Tue, 13 Sep 2005 03:11:56 GMT

I feel compelled, like I should write here, but the thoughts to put into words just aren't there right now. I'm tired, pooped. I've been hanging out with a new and different group, one in which I'm the only male, and it has presented some long and interesting nights. That coupled with 7 or 8am practice 4 times a week and my mind is a little numb right now. I really want to go in depth on the 3 rules but the spark just isn't there right now, and you just can't rush or force creative genius, you just can't (Just like you can't stop me from trying to drag sentences out as long as possible in this post). I'd like to talk about whats going on with my new position with the track team and about how great it is and all that but there really isn't a whole lot more to say about it without going into details that would bore the poop out of most people so I'll spare you all and just leave it at that but if the urge really overcomes me later I may just have to talk about it to talk about it because really isn't that what a blog like this is supposed to be about just because I can't live up to the utter wittiness of other blogs doesn't mean that I should try to, should it? I'm glad football season has started because I'm so excited about my fantasy team this year and the prospect of seeing which losing team from last year turns into a winner this year. I went to this interesting religious thing at my roommates church tonight, a debate about the existence of god focusing on the perspective of two of the nineteenth centuries greatest minds, C.S. Lewis and Sigmund Freud. Was really interesting to discuss religion again for the first time in so long, will make me think about my own current stance on my own religion I've created for myself, and maybe it will become a point of importance in my life again. My eyes are so heavy right now, they have been for so long today. I guess its about time to call it a night, eventhough MNF isn't over yet, I guess sometimes rest is more important than Atlanta vs Philly, but only very rarely.

1 AM Drunken Internet Free Verse

Mon, 05 Sep 2005 05:36:58 GMT

If I had could only have one wish
I wouldn't have been dealt such anguish
you wouldn't have left in the fall of O five
left me stuck working shitty ass nine to five
without the fun and excitement of you presence
Never seeing any of that fuckin benevolence
It makes me scream out alone at night
Tired of all this stupid ass plight
We had been through a car ride of excitement
During the utter concessions of delightment
Now I'm pulled over on the highway of life
Trying to figure out how to get through the strife
Cop got me for driving with no headlights
Somewhere near the union known as Reitz
Drunken in the night so bloody angry
You left me yearning so thirsty and so hungry
But the cops of life showed me leniency
Despite all my blatant delinquency
I need to exit before this shit will deepen
Stuck inside because the car door won't open
Trapped and bottled up so completely secluded
From the pleasures of life utterly excluded
Driven all these miles and all these hours
This life, this existence, it was always our's
Not sure where I was ever headed or going
But the odometer it keeps on showing
All the miles compounded atop of miles
That add up to miles of trials

Rules to live by

Sun, 04 Sep 2005 21:30:03 GMT

Some of you may have heard me share these recently. I figured they were worthy enough of their own journal posting. Its really good information which if you can decifer its semi metaphorical basis then it can take you to great things.

The three rules of life and relationships...

1. Never bet on a horse with a hard on

2. A man with a hard on is 90% stupid

3. Never underestimate the power of the bootie

Heed these three rules and their oh so important implications. Remembering them could save your life one day or at least save you from making a really bogus mistake. If readers show interest in the form of comments then I will go ahead and share the oh so commical explanation and rationalle that goes behind each rule, and if you're really interested I could pull out Ethan's Two Postulates for you as well.

Knowledge is power my young grasshoper, and the power gained from the knowledge of the three rules is infinite. Use it wisely.

Catching Up

Sun, 28 Aug 2005 21:07:33 GMT

So lets see. What do I have to say about everything I've been through this summer. Wow there is definitely a lot...

Track. I think I'll keep this one quick. We ended up second in the SEC and NCAA again this year, behind Arkansas. Those guys were just too dang good. Josh and Kerron both repeated taking the NCAA title in the 110 and 400 hurldes events. It was probably the best track meet I've ever been to. Excitment and broken records around every turn. I thought it was a high point to end my college track career with. We went to USA's after that where Kerron won and made the world championship team. I coached Josh and Kerron for a couple weeks after that, and then Josh by himself for a few more weeks once Mouse, the head track coach left for Europe. It was fun working with Josh. Gave me something to do and got me out of the house.

Speaking of the house, the deckhouse to be exact. It was definitely an interesting experience living with 6 sorority girls, 3 female soccer players, and 2 other guys. Yeah 12 people picked to live in a house for 3 months. It was great, I loved it. My boy Tim, who moved in with me, would disagree with me but oh well. At the beginning of the summer we basically were going out every day except for Tuesday. Eventually though we fell off the pace and we stayed in a lot more. I started hanging out with one of the soccer players and eventually we developed into a bit of a couple. The experience really contributed to making my summer a great one, probably my favorite in college.

As the summer came to a close it became time for me to get in some last minute traveling. Hall, Tim, Eric and myself went on a cruise that left from Jacksonville and then went to Key West, the Bahamas and back home. It was a 5 night cruise and a lot of fun. Had to major let downs though during the cruise. The first came when I was sitting on the beach in Key West and my cell phone rings. My mother is on the phone and she has a bit of shock in her voice to find that I have answered the phone. She then informs me that the internship I applied to that I have to do this fall in order to graduate denied my application. It didn't really concern me though at the time. I had basically been expecting it to happen. My only issue was then what was I going to do? I didn't get down until later that same day when I lost $400 dollars in the boat casino. Hall and I had it all figured out how we were going to play evens and odds and win tons of money playing roullette. So I'm playing evens and odds and the plan is that whenever you get a series of one after 4 times you start betting on the other. We had enough money to cover ourselves up to 11 times of the same thing (like if it went black 12 times in a row we were out all our money). So the first time I get a streak going what does it do? Yeah it goes even on my 12 times in a row. The lady dealing takes all my money and says, "Oh you lost it all." I'm so bloody certain I got set up. It was just too convenient. Hall and I had both done this before and had never seen it go more than 9 times in a row for anything. Tim said it best though, "You can't beat the house." So I think my gambling days are over. The same thing happened to Hall a few hours later but he pulled out with $160 dollars left. We had made a deal to split whatever we won and or lost so we both came out minus $380.

After that I stayed out of the casino and spent most of my time in the karaoke bar singing horribly, watching shows, seeing commedians, and dancing. I always went early to get a seat in the front row. It paid off nicely too. The second commedian that we went to see saw us in the front row and commented on how young we were. I said back to him, "Whats that supposed to mean." The commedian was a black man and he then started calling me Opie, the whole subject of the show changed after that too. The rest of the night was basically about my young balls. It was pretty classic. The third and final commic we saw got me involved to. This time he wasn't on a stage put on floor level and he was right in front of me. He asked me questions all night long, frequently though he would just give an answer for me. Still it made me seems funny. Afterwards he ended up in the karaoke bar with us and we chatted for a little while before I sang Stayin Alive and he followed me up with Jimmy Buffet's Lets Get Drunk and Screw which he did amazingly.

After that Hall, Eric, and I went to the club on the boat, and I freaking unleashed everything I had and became the greatest dancer the cruise ship had ever seen. People were sitting around just watching me break it down. I could hear people cheering when I would do something. Eventually I had some girls come up to me and tell me how great of a dancer I was. Then they tried dancing with me, but girls aren't ready for a guy that knows what he's doing on the dancefloor it seemed. Which was fine with me because for the first time I was actually enjoying myself more solo dancing. Eventually after a couple hours of dancing my audience was all gone, I was soaking wet, and it was time to calm down. Eric and I walked around the boat for awhile, Hall was actually up on the deck talking to a girl.

We got into Jacksonville after the cruise and Eric and I high tailed it down to Gainesville. I hung out there for two days and then I left with Manny, a guy I knew through a couple of the guys I lived with on the dorm my freshman year, for Miami and then onto Hawaii. Oh Hawaii, WOW! Our first adventure came on the way to Hawaii when an individual on our plane had what appeared to be a heart attack. The plane did an emergency landing in Memphis and we thought we were going to be there for only half an hour or so. Unfortunately though the crew used part of the medical bag and we had to have a full one to fly over the ocean and of course since Memphis has no over seas flights that leaves from it they didn't have any there. So we ended up waiting for 4 hours to get what we needed flown in from Atlanta, turning our 9 hour flight into a 13 hour ordeal. That put us in Hawaii much later than the expected 7 o'clock. Unable to get our rental car we eventually found our way from the airport to Waikiki and the hostel we were staying in. We made it to our beds about 1 o'clock Hawaii time which is 7 am over here. Rather rough if you ask me.

So the next day we went and checked out the beach and the local aquarium which was really good. We were trying find out about getting a rental car because our reservation was dropped when we came in so late when Manny's friend from HS who is currently living in Hawaii called us up. He was a lifesaver thereafter as he basically became our tour guide for the trip. He gave us the real island tour too instead of just getting stuck in all the tourist traps. He took us on an amazing hike that brought us to a series of waterfalls at the top of a mountain. We even climbed up this tiny rope later beside one of the waterfalls to get up to the next level of falls. When he took us to the north side of the island we were a little disappointed because all the beaches known for having huge waves were completely flat, like some huge swimming pool. The waves are only in winter so I decided against trying to surf haha. We got up at 5 on morning and went and checked out the Ha'iku stairs which is also known as the stairway to heaven. 4000 steps up 2000 ft of elevation on the side of a mountain. I only made it up about 1/5 of the way swallowing back a pretty healthy dosage of fear. Nonetheless though we got some really cool pictures from that height. We did a bunch of walking around did another more touristy hike, saw some museums on the islands, went to the zoo, hung out with the British people staying in the hostel, hit up a bar one night, ate some great food, saw an amazing sunset. Check out the pictures at http://www.dotphoto.com/Go.asp?l=ektmtl&P=4CD2&AID=2734682&CID=1389840&T=1&ILD=1110387

The return trip was pretty non-eventful except for me having a hard time readjusting to food on the continent. When we got back to Gainesville I hung out with my soccer player lady friend from the deckhouse for a little while and things seemed a little off to me. She left the next day for Ohio with the soccer team and when she got back a week later I would discover that our time together had come to a close, she having lost her feelings for me while we were apart. I was quite disappointed because I was looking forward to hanging out with her more now that I was going to be in Gainesville for another year.

I set up an internship with the track team so that I could get something done and graduate. I'm basically the biomechanics analizer for the team and office assistant to the head coach. I spent most of the first week putting together notebooks for the team, coming up with the practice schedule for this semester (7 am practice 3 times a week is going to be exciting), and talking with Mouse, Coach Pfaff, and our athletes. It feels good not to be a manager anymore, although I'm still basically in charge of the current managers. At the beginning I wasn't going to be paid but Mouse found a way to get me paid hourly. Its a big pay cut for me but at least this way I can afford my room and food.

Been hanging out with Hall, Eric, and Tim at their new off campus apartment a lot. It gets boring around here in 104 now with me and 3 guys I don't really know. We really haven't interacted much at all. I still like only being 5 minutes away from work though a lot.

Thats about it for now. I'm pretty content with everything. I'm looking forwad to seeing how the semester, my last, plays out. Hopefully some things come around and make it great.

Political Spectrum

Tue, 23 Aug 2005 23:35:12 GMT

Ahhh this is classic

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Socialist

92%

Communism

83%

Democrat

83%

Anarchism

75%

Green

58%

Nazi

17%

Fascism

Republican

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New Blog

Sun, 21 Aug 2005 19:50:35 GMT

Gasp! Yeah I did it. I really did. I'm not even sure why yet. Oh well whats done is done. I have moved from my Lagbane Blog at xanga.com to this new blog here at LiveJournal. Hopefully the colors are withstandable. I spent a good bit of time coming up with a color scheme that I liked and I thought was bearable.

I do however plan to continue posting entries in my Lagbane Blog for my couple of friends over at xanga. Although I'm not sure if those people read them though, but occassionally I'll get a comment. Oh oh, and this way people can comment. Although I'm not sure if thats really a good idea or not... hmm...???