Finals. Starcraft. Dillema.

Whatever is, is right.

I played a few games of Starcraft recently with the boys (James, Omar, Droo, and Manny) and i realized something: I LOVE STARCRAFT!!! And it's a great game! I don't have to spend any money like a poker game, and I don't have to go out of my way to play a game like Raquetball, and being in the game playing spurns so many hilarious and enjoyable conversations with the guys that I end up laughing my ass off till my ass is literally on the floor. But that's a nasty mental image. *puts ass back on*

We should really create a clan. Just to say that we're in a clan. Because seriously, we play together so much and it might as well be a clan. We won't get a website or forum or assign leadership positions or anything. All we would do is (maybe) get new bnet screen names, and maybe register with an official site saying that "yeah, we are in a clan." But really, all we would need is a name for a clan, and then tell other people that we are in a clan together.
I'm thinking name = FAHQ
(i said "clan" 6 times in 6 setences)

Jessica is going to be in San Antonio over winter break. I envy/am jealous of/wish i could go with her. But yeah she has family down there and she is as excited to go as i would be, so that's awesome. The vick has the car and will be working over break, while i will be diving and spending time with mah family. Christmas training in Orlando this year will be a little nuts with 5 guys in one room (embassy suites, so 3 full beds) but i predict fun times and many frusterating practices.

I'm taking a small break from studying in the library with Nigel. Socrates only makes sense if you sit down and read every
single
line
and read
every
single
dialogue
fivetimes.

One test left, then to destroy my brain further by playing lethal/copius amounts of video games.

Happy Birthday, Jarman

I can't believe i overlooked my own blog's birthday. This little guy turned 2 on the 10th. 361 posts, and a total of TWO layout changes. Countless comments, infinite rants, poetic garbage filling a page and a half, and whole conversations between me and omar, amy, weel, anyone else and etc. etc....

Happy birthday, blog.

This is where i would normally write about how i've changed, how i've grown and what i've done. But i'm too busy...maybe i'll update later.

Send birthday comments to my boot of snakes.

so sniffing the glue is bad?

I'm kidding, i haven't been sniffing glue.
But i have been wondering how normal of a life i lead.

Being involved with school and on top of that, diving, i don't know if i have a life of my own. My life is living in school and in the pool, not living doing what i want. And the only reason i'm in my current state is because i know i will get what i want later because of the rewards i will recieve from this. But jeebus does school suck, and i have never been more sore from weights in my liffffffffffe.

I dunno. I am thinking too much. And when i want to change the subject i use small sentences like "i dunno." so i dunno, ok?

I enjoy everything i see and believe that everything has a meaning and excellence about it. I appreciate good weather, bad weather, daytime, nighttime, studytime, sleeptime, driving time, eating time, diving time, reading time, waiting time, (sometimes) weights time, and most especially i enjoy and love sharktime. But i think it's because of sharktime that everything else is so fully enjoyed. She is really great. :D

my biscuits are burnin'!

not really. i don't have biscuits...
but our board broke friday. Yep, our 1 meter is cracked in the middle and doesn't function properly. I fear that tomorrow columbia will suffer a massive earthquake and our natatorium will tumble into a giant ravine in the earth's crust. that'd be n33t

i have a shit-ton of shit to shit out tonight. shit. chad comes into town too. i haaaaaaaaaate school.

Shark keeps me sane.

This weekend was fun and all, but i didn't do anything to plan out the (almost literally) shitty week ahead of me. Lots. of stuff. to do.
At least the weather's nice. :D

I'm still slightly off-kilter, emotionally. Rachel is back from her mother's funeral, and Greg went to the funeral also, and he had something interesting to tell us...

Rachel is jewish, and at a jewish funeral (i did not know this) every person in attendance takes a shovel and throws 3 shovels of dirt on the coffin. Greg did, Rachel did, everybody at the funeral did, and then after everybody finished, a bulldozer came and filled the hole after the ceremony. To watch your mother go into the ground, to lay dirt on top of her coffin, and then to watch a mound of dirt cover her up completely is just very very profound... and i dunno what else to think.

And i may not be very religious anymore, but i am going to need some outside help to finish up this semester. So if you see me online, ask me how much time i'm wasting by being online. And if you KNOW that i'm wasting time, tell me to get the fUUUUUUUUUCK off the computer and read/write/study for something. And don't let me give you any excuses either. "I've done enough work today" might be one of those excuses. If i make an excuse for being online, OR am online too long, warn me or call me and yell or spit at the monitor or something because i am so worthless without help.
[sharkisyes]

call me by my middle name: TIRED

Full middle name: friggin-tired. The hammer came down this week for me. And the hammer hit hard. (Emotionally and physically) Coming back from break and lifting weights at 6am was one of the options below...

1. Hard
2. Fun!
3. Select this answer if it hurts so much you want to strangle option 2.
4. Grapefruit automobile

The correct answer is: IT WAS BEYOND EXPRESSIVE AMOUNTS OF PAIN. So that means the above question/answer game is worthless and a waste of time... :D But thanks for playing anyway...

I've come to the conclusion that i like wasting time. Not enjoy the act of wasting it as much as i waste so much time that it could be filed as a category of "hobbies" or "things i do 13 hours a day". I haven't unpacked yet, my room is a mess otherwise, I haven't talked to Jo at all about anything except congratulating him on his engagement, and today will be the first day this week that i attend my math class. The time spent not spent doing anything could fill a closet with bottlecaps. Assuming of course that time = bottlecaps.

My dad pointed out that i am unhealthy over break. I survive on sugar, and he's right - that's not healthy. But i can't sit down and eat between class and practice, so it ends up being sugar most of the time. But who caaaaaares when i ultimately burn it off anyway

I'm in study hall and i hate it. Now a random game to figure out how much i actually hate study hall...

1. I hate it.
2. I LOATHE IT. (note the capslock key)
3. Study hall is the doughnut at the gas station that everybody's touched and has a big smudge on it
4. If my life was the internet, study hall would be a penis-enlarging, fat-losing, friend-finding mortgage-lowering-bonus-free-today-now-CLICK HERE pop up

answer located in comments page. wee!