I just ate one.
That is all.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Frozen Jugglers
So,
Have any of you ever played football?
If you have, you'll know the icing period after a game is a rather interesting afair. Not only is it painful, but rather awkward to complete with only one bag of frozen peas in the freezer.
So on to my storrry.
I suppose I should start with this, this post may seem rather egotistical and arrogant. However I do emphasize that it is more fact than anything else.
Sports are easy. For me that is.
I've been naturally good at almost every sport I've ever played in, excluding (Solitaire, Trivia, Checkers against Kim. She has superpowers!) oh and basketball. I'm rather fast, quite agile and have decent reaction time and such. Now I played baseball when i was younger, I was good. Not just good, I could have gone pro. Not in just baseball, but soccer and skiing as well.
I hated the competition though. I enjoy competition dont get me wrong, but only if its roots are pure. I love beating the opponent whoever it may be, but I want to have fun while doing this.
I was pushed as a child by my father, he played professional baseball for a short span. He was good, I was better. He wanted me to fufill his dream of playing in the big leagues. I could see it, he lived for it. And so, when I quit baseball he and I had a falling out. It was around the time of my parents divorce.
I dont know how I get so fucking sidetracked, BUT you were warned! So HA!
Today was the first game of our spring Flag Football league, I've never played organized football. Ever, but I am inherently good at it. I am not vain, shallow, or cocky. Its just straight fact.
It annoys people sometimes, they dont see me put in the effort they do and yet I still peform well.
Recently I decided to put the effort in, It shows.
Today I played like shit, these are the stats.
3 Touchdown Receptions
1 Interception for Touchdown
3 Blocked Passes
2 Drops.
I was livid at myself, I hate failing and to me I failed. I dropped two completely catchable balls, (lol nuts!) I have this notion that I must do everything perfectly within a game. If I do not I hate myself for it, detest letting others down.
The one thing that I hate most is the people I care about (the few they are...ooo that sounded harsh. DEAL WITH IT) feeling as though I failed them. I call it the white knight syndrome.
Meh, I'm odd upstairs! Most people would look at those stats and go damn, nice stats. But the one thing glaring at me is those two drops, its like the eye in lord of the rings. And I'm frodo with that heavy ass ring and I cant look away, fucking eye!
Kim, get on yer eagle and come save me with Ian Mcellon!
I'm ranting, but the good news!
I have fixed my internet, I just ate a banana. My Manly parts have returned to their correct size, and I'm in a relativly good mood.
However I have misplaced my phone. This could be quite troublesome.
Jah nah
Have any of you ever played football?
If you have, you'll know the icing period after a game is a rather interesting afair. Not only is it painful, but rather awkward to complete with only one bag of frozen peas in the freezer.
So on to my storrry.
I suppose I should start with this, this post may seem rather egotistical and arrogant. However I do emphasize that it is more fact than anything else.
Sports are easy. For me that is.
I've been naturally good at almost every sport I've ever played in, excluding (Solitaire, Trivia, Checkers against Kim. She has superpowers!) oh and basketball. I'm rather fast, quite agile and have decent reaction time and such. Now I played baseball when i was younger, I was good. Not just good, I could have gone pro. Not in just baseball, but soccer and skiing as well.
I hated the competition though. I enjoy competition dont get me wrong, but only if its roots are pure. I love beating the opponent whoever it may be, but I want to have fun while doing this.
I was pushed as a child by my father, he played professional baseball for a short span. He was good, I was better. He wanted me to fufill his dream of playing in the big leagues. I could see it, he lived for it. And so, when I quit baseball he and I had a falling out. It was around the time of my parents divorce.
I dont know how I get so fucking sidetracked, BUT you were warned! So HA!
Today was the first game of our spring Flag Football league, I've never played organized football. Ever, but I am inherently good at it. I am not vain, shallow, or cocky. Its just straight fact.
It annoys people sometimes, they dont see me put in the effort they do and yet I still peform well.
Recently I decided to put the effort in, It shows.
Today I played like shit, these are the stats.
3 Touchdown Receptions
1 Interception for Touchdown
3 Blocked Passes
2 Drops.
I was livid at myself, I hate failing and to me I failed. I dropped two completely catchable balls, (lol nuts!) I have this notion that I must do everything perfectly within a game. If I do not I hate myself for it, detest letting others down.
The one thing that I hate most is the people I care about (the few they are...ooo that sounded harsh. DEAL WITH IT) feeling as though I failed them. I call it the white knight syndrome.
Meh, I'm odd upstairs! Most people would look at those stats and go damn, nice stats. But the one thing glaring at me is those two drops, its like the eye in lord of the rings. And I'm frodo with that heavy ass ring and I cant look away, fucking eye!
Kim, get on yer eagle and come save me with Ian Mcellon!
I'm ranting, but the good news!
I have fixed my internet, I just ate a banana. My Manly parts have returned to their correct size, and I'm in a relativly good mood.
However I have misplaced my phone. This could be quite troublesome.
Jah nah
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Encaged
So...round two begins.
This one is late folks so I do apologize for the lack of intensity that you'll normally find here.
I spent today thinking about what I want to do with my life. Well scratch that, what I realistically want to do with my life. God knows I would love to travel with my friends and study the environment and spend my days never worrying about life. But such a lavish lifestyle I believe would not fit my personality. I hate ease, I enjoy thrill. The mundayne act of falling asleep or waking up with nothing to fear, and for me currently nothing to relish but the few chances I have to interact, and entertain with the ones I chose. I want this to change, in fact I aim to make it so. Its been a long time since I've devoted myself fully to something, my soul/mind/body make a intensly odd combo but sometimes they produce positive results. I believe its time to let them come together again.
Woah, that sounded rather egotistical. Meh, Cest la vie :P
Buns of Steel and Magnets should be kept safe distances apart.
I've met someone who lights my soul and sets my personality on fire. The road to come will be one full of smiles for me regardless of the outcome. This person should know full well who they are by just the first line of this hurrr paragraph. If not I'll hint them, No shirt shoveling.
I despise mushrooms.
OH SHIT, cuttting this one short. Forgot to put trash out and im driftting off to sleep here.
Cheerio!
This one is late folks so I do apologize for the lack of intensity that you'll normally find here.
I spent today thinking about what I want to do with my life. Well scratch that, what I realistically want to do with my life. God knows I would love to travel with my friends and study the environment and spend my days never worrying about life. But such a lavish lifestyle I believe would not fit my personality. I hate ease, I enjoy thrill. The mundayne act of falling asleep or waking up with nothing to fear, and for me currently nothing to relish but the few chances I have to interact, and entertain with the ones I chose. I want this to change, in fact I aim to make it so. Its been a long time since I've devoted myself fully to something, my soul/mind/body make a intensly odd combo but sometimes they produce positive results. I believe its time to let them come together again.
Woah, that sounded rather egotistical. Meh, Cest la vie :P
Buns of Steel and Magnets should be kept safe distances apart.
I've met someone who lights my soul and sets my personality on fire. The road to come will be one full of smiles for me regardless of the outcome. This person should know full well who they are by just the first line of this hurrr paragraph. If not I'll hint them, No shirt shoveling.
I despise mushrooms.
OH SHIT, cuttting this one short. Forgot to put trash out and im driftting off to sleep here.
Cheerio!
Monday, February 2, 2009
Entry
And so it begins...
Always wanted to use that line.
So, Hi there. Names Kyle. I'm 21/Male/Northeast. I enjoy long walks on the moonlit beach, Sunday morning brunch w/crumpets. ~.^
JayKay!
Random I know, however if you ever make the serious mistake of reading what I'm about to type I suggest you read the following disclaimer first.
DISCLAIMER:
~ I am Random, I will not apologize for this. Only to say, expect things to drift 34 different directions in the middle of a tale.
~I am not a writer, grammar will not be pristine. Deal with it.
~That one time when you were little, and the mean bully was around? I was on the side, giggling.
~These stories/tales if you will shall be a completely biased retelling of my life through my eyes.
~I will not praise myself to much, or belittle myself in these posts.
~I wear my sunglasses at night.
~The only man ever to conquer the Island Kingdom of England was William the Conqueror in 1066.
~I dislike Mushrooms.
~You are not as fat as you think you are.
~Do not try to solve math equations with Bubble Gum, best advice I've ever received.
~And finally I strongly suggest against attempting to scale 30 foot buildings when inebriated.
If you are currently reading this particular part that means you've read through and are still here, Impressive. So it shall begin.
Blogging.. I never really considered attempting it. Was not really a huge thing in my life, and still has yet to become however I have had some inspiration within the past few weeks of my life. But first I'll give you a quick description of myself, I find people are more at ease when someone they are reading about has a picture/description. I'm moderately tall, 6'3. I have Tangerine colored hair, perhaps the whitest skin you'll ever encounter. Green eyes that change ever so often change to blue and I am in decent shape coming in at about 182lbs.
Back to the inspiration, told you I was random. I have done many things throughout my life, met many people, visited a boatload of places however I've never been inspired to write till now. It began about three weeks ago when I started reading a friend of mines fictional story that she has begun to write. Actually, thinking back it might have begun years ago. This friend I speak of is Kim, she does not leave near me, we do not talk on the phone. The extent to our banter is that of MSN and emails. However she has succeeded to inspire me, perhaps not on purpose but succeeded none the less.
To describe Kim is near impossible, her personality is 1/1,000,000 type. Fun, quite funny, random..although she does not yet rival me in this area, considerate, and curious are a few words that come to mind. In terms of physical beauty she is downright breathtaking, I've yet to come across a word that will describe her properly. Now she began writing a story about a fictional world in which she is the main character and I have the honor of being a side character. I thought for a while that added to the inspiration. Almost like a debt being repaid. I mean if she took the time to add me to a story, should I not also include her in mine? I came to the conclusion that no, I had no moral obligation to write about her but I chose to anyway.
The longest current burning fire exists in Austrailia and has been lit for over 5,000 years.
She once told me that I seemed taken by her after I explained a dream I had. I proceeded to question her meaning of the word only to be told "I'll leave it to your imagination". Now she knows me rather well, so for those of you who dont I'll tell you this. My imagination is a dangerous place, not in the sense of true fear but in the sense of events. It is a intrical part of myself and I often find myself there. But back to my story, I've spent some time wondering of the word Taken and if I am indeed "Taken" by her. I suppose the answer I've come to is I dont know. I've always noticed things like I smile more when talking to her, I have never grown bored of her. As callous as that sounds its a fault of mine, seldom do I come across people who have the ability to keep me interested, Kim does. I find myself relaxed around her. Ironically those are all the things I've ever sought in a significant other. So I will indulge her response and come to the conclusion that aye, I am somewhat "Taken" by her. However I am not so naive to think she feels the same about me. She loves me as a friend and I am honored to have that status in her life. So, as we do with certain things in life it is something that I will let the tides of time tell.
Not sure why but yesterday morning in the shower it hit me that I should write this all down. So I did.
On a side note, I dropped the soap in my shower this morning. Thankfully I had bodywash stored.
~Yes, I do so enjoy the shower.
Wew, I dont believe I've written that much about anything disregarding school in the past 5 years. I'll leave it at that, as its time for my trip to the gym.
Till the next time random interweb peoples, Adieu.
Always wanted to use that line.
So, Hi there. Names Kyle. I'm 21/Male/Northeast. I enjoy long walks on the moonlit beach, Sunday morning brunch w/crumpets. ~.^
JayKay!
Random I know, however if you ever make the serious mistake of reading what I'm about to type I suggest you read the following disclaimer first.
DISCLAIMER:
~ I am Random, I will not apologize for this. Only to say, expect things to drift 34 different directions in the middle of a tale.
~I am not a writer, grammar will not be pristine. Deal with it.
~That one time when you were little, and the mean bully was around? I was on the side, giggling.
~These stories/tales if you will shall be a completely biased retelling of my life through my eyes.
~I will not praise myself to much, or belittle myself in these posts.
~I wear my sunglasses at night.
~The only man ever to conquer the Island Kingdom of England was William the Conqueror in 1066.
~I dislike Mushrooms.
~You are not as fat as you think you are.
~Do not try to solve math equations with Bubble Gum, best advice I've ever received.
~And finally I strongly suggest against attempting to scale 30 foot buildings when inebriated.
If you are currently reading this particular part that means you've read through and are still here, Impressive. So it shall begin.
Blogging.. I never really considered attempting it. Was not really a huge thing in my life, and still has yet to become however I have had some inspiration within the past few weeks of my life. But first I'll give you a quick description of myself, I find people are more at ease when someone they are reading about has a picture/description. I'm moderately tall, 6'3. I have Tangerine colored hair, perhaps the whitest skin you'll ever encounter. Green eyes that change ever so often change to blue and I am in decent shape coming in at about 182lbs.
Back to the inspiration, told you I was random. I have done many things throughout my life, met many people, visited a boatload of places however I've never been inspired to write till now. It began about three weeks ago when I started reading a friend of mines fictional story that she has begun to write. Actually, thinking back it might have begun years ago. This friend I speak of is Kim, she does not leave near me, we do not talk on the phone. The extent to our banter is that of MSN and emails. However she has succeeded to inspire me, perhaps not on purpose but succeeded none the less.
To describe Kim is near impossible, her personality is 1/1,000,000 type. Fun, quite funny, random..although she does not yet rival me in this area, considerate, and curious are a few words that come to mind. In terms of physical beauty she is downright breathtaking, I've yet to come across a word that will describe her properly. Now she began writing a story about a fictional world in which she is the main character and I have the honor of being a side character. I thought for a while that added to the inspiration. Almost like a debt being repaid. I mean if she took the time to add me to a story, should I not also include her in mine? I came to the conclusion that no, I had no moral obligation to write about her but I chose to anyway.
The longest current burning fire exists in Austrailia and has been lit for over 5,000 years.
She once told me that I seemed taken by her after I explained a dream I had. I proceeded to question her meaning of the word only to be told "I'll leave it to your imagination". Now she knows me rather well, so for those of you who dont I'll tell you this. My imagination is a dangerous place, not in the sense of true fear but in the sense of events. It is a intrical part of myself and I often find myself there. But back to my story, I've spent some time wondering of the word Taken and if I am indeed "Taken" by her. I suppose the answer I've come to is I dont know. I've always noticed things like I smile more when talking to her, I have never grown bored of her. As callous as that sounds its a fault of mine, seldom do I come across people who have the ability to keep me interested, Kim does. I find myself relaxed around her. Ironically those are all the things I've ever sought in a significant other. So I will indulge her response and come to the conclusion that aye, I am somewhat "Taken" by her. However I am not so naive to think she feels the same about me. She loves me as a friend and I am honored to have that status in her life. So, as we do with certain things in life it is something that I will let the tides of time tell.
Not sure why but yesterday morning in the shower it hit me that I should write this all down. So I did.
On a side note, I dropped the soap in my shower this morning. Thankfully I had bodywash stored.
~Yes, I do so enjoy the shower.
Wew, I dont believe I've written that much about anything disregarding school in the past 5 years. I'll leave it at that, as its time for my trip to the gym.
Till the next time random interweb peoples, Adieu.
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