Friday, April 15, 2005
I need some pills for my back!
My back is giving me hell again. It is sore all the damn time and it's starting to slow me down.
I have fractures that will never heal in three of my lumbar vertabrae. They started out as stress fractures during my sophomore basketball season, then I kept playing through the pain until I couldn't get out of bed one morning. I finally went to the doctor and he said that the fractures that had once been healable were now fractured completely through and would remain that way.
They cost my a considerable amount of flexibility and mobility in high school sports and were the sole reason I didn't try to play football here (Doctor's orders).
I need a new bed. Mine is kind of old and I think a new one would help. Also, I don't really take care of my back like I should. I work a job that isn't good for it. I carry kegs into the house when I have very healthy and capable roommates to do that. And I haven't stayed in the kind of shape that I should have.
But therein lies another problem. I can't exercise too much or my back starts hurting, but I need to be in good shape to give my back the best chance. What do I do? Start swimming probably, but I fuckin' hate indoor pools. I don't know why; it's just a thing.
Talk to me when I'm 40.
Moving on.
I'm ecstatic for the weekend, except for the fact that I have to work Saturday night until close. We'll see if I can weasel out of it.
I hate the phrase "for the fact that" and I just used it. Fuck. ...except for the fact that...because of the fact that...due to the simple fact that... There are better ways to say things.
I also hate the word "veggies." I was thinking about this today. I don't know why. Can people not say "vegetables?" My mom used the word all the time and I even hated it then when I was like 9 years old.
I hate it when people insert the word "like" into sentences where it just isn't needed. I just did that in my previous paragraph too. I'm starting to annoy myself.
I have to quit.
Until The Next.
I have fractures that will never heal in three of my lumbar vertabrae. They started out as stress fractures during my sophomore basketball season, then I kept playing through the pain until I couldn't get out of bed one morning. I finally went to the doctor and he said that the fractures that had once been healable were now fractured completely through and would remain that way.
They cost my a considerable amount of flexibility and mobility in high school sports and were the sole reason I didn't try to play football here (Doctor's orders).
I need a new bed. Mine is kind of old and I think a new one would help. Also, I don't really take care of my back like I should. I work a job that isn't good for it. I carry kegs into the house when I have very healthy and capable roommates to do that. And I haven't stayed in the kind of shape that I should have.
But therein lies another problem. I can't exercise too much or my back starts hurting, but I need to be in good shape to give my back the best chance. What do I do? Start swimming probably, but I fuckin' hate indoor pools. I don't know why; it's just a thing.
Talk to me when I'm 40.
Moving on.
I'm ecstatic for the weekend, except for the fact that I have to work Saturday night until close. We'll see if I can weasel out of it.
I hate the phrase "for the fact that" and I just used it. Fuck. ...except for the fact that...because of the fact that...due to the simple fact that... There are better ways to say things.
I also hate the word "veggies." I was thinking about this today. I don't know why. Can people not say "vegetables?" My mom used the word all the time and I even hated it then when I was like 9 years old.
I hate it when people insert the word "like" into sentences where it just isn't needed. I just did that in my previous paragraph too. I'm starting to annoy myself.
I have to quit.
Until The Next.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
The OC, Sheff, and Lew
The OC
The Kirsten crushin' on Carter plot needs to go away.
Tre didn't give the girl any ecstasy. She was all over his shit, like he would need to drug her to get some ass. Tre is just covering for Marissa. I think this much is obvious.
And, do you think the cops/paramedics would really know so quickly that it was ecstasy that did her in?
Another question: What if Tre is cleared of the ecstasy thing, but then he gets fucked over because she's a minor and they messed around?
And how did that bitch end up in the pool? Is it realistic to think that Seth would be the first one in the pool to save her?
Zach is sneaky, clever fellow and also the next cast member to be written off. I set the over/under at 4 episodes (without looking it up, because I could). I take the under.
I'm really glad Julie didn't shoot that dude. That would have sent the show the way of most of FOX's reality shows, which would be horrible. That is also the reason why Julie's dude shouldn't kill Caleb.
Similarities in the Reed/Summer/Seth thing to the Anna/Summer/Seth thing? Maybe a few.
What will happen in the next few weeks?
Kirsten will finally try surfing just to hang out with Carter because she will be jealous of Sandy and the hot doctor lady.
Ryan will continue to repeat his behavior, but then turn around and defend his brother.
Marissa will find out about the porno and go ask Tre to buy her booze. She'll get far too fucked up and Tre will get in trouble somehow.
Cal is up to something with Julie and that whole thing; it'll come out, whatever it is.
Enough of that crap.
On to baseball.
The media better not over-cover the Gary Sheffield-Boston Fan Incident. It was harmless. Really. ESPN will do about 30 minutes of it on SportsCenter, replay the NBA thing a half dozen times, we'll see clips of Bartman and Jeff Mayer, and then I will go to Bristol and go postal on their producers for slowly ruining sports.
Radke again had a shaky first inning, but then settled down. The day I bench Lew Ford on my fantasy team for sucking all year, he goes yard for a 3 run dong. Damn. I need to write something for school now. Fuck.
Until The Next.
The Kirsten crushin' on Carter plot needs to go away.
Tre didn't give the girl any ecstasy. She was all over his shit, like he would need to drug her to get some ass. Tre is just covering for Marissa. I think this much is obvious.
And, do you think the cops/paramedics would really know so quickly that it was ecstasy that did her in?
Another question: What if Tre is cleared of the ecstasy thing, but then he gets fucked over because she's a minor and they messed around?
And how did that bitch end up in the pool? Is it realistic to think that Seth would be the first one in the pool to save her?
Zach is sneaky, clever fellow and also the next cast member to be written off. I set the over/under at 4 episodes (without looking it up, because I could). I take the under.
I'm really glad Julie didn't shoot that dude. That would have sent the show the way of most of FOX's reality shows, which would be horrible. That is also the reason why Julie's dude shouldn't kill Caleb.
Similarities in the Reed/Summer/Seth thing to the Anna/Summer/Seth thing? Maybe a few.
What will happen in the next few weeks?
Kirsten will finally try surfing just to hang out with Carter because she will be jealous of Sandy and the hot doctor lady.
Ryan will continue to repeat his behavior, but then turn around and defend his brother.
Marissa will find out about the porno and go ask Tre to buy her booze. She'll get far too fucked up and Tre will get in trouble somehow.
Cal is up to something with Julie and that whole thing; it'll come out, whatever it is.
Enough of that crap.
On to baseball.
The media better not over-cover the Gary Sheffield-Boston Fan Incident. It was harmless. Really. ESPN will do about 30 minutes of it on SportsCenter, replay the NBA thing a half dozen times, we'll see clips of Bartman and Jeff Mayer, and then I will go to Bristol and go postal on their producers for slowly ruining sports.
Radke again had a shaky first inning, but then settled down. The day I bench Lew Ford on my fantasy team for sucking all year, he goes yard for a 3 run dong. Damn. I need to write something for school now. Fuck.
Until The Next.
PICTURE DAY!
PICTURE DAY!
That is, until my first OC update in over a month.
Stay on your toes.
Until Later.
That is, until my first OC update in over a month.
Stay on your toes.
Until Later.
Give it up for Dave. He is seen here giving me the finger while chilling with Amanda, Kristi, Krista, and Nicole on the couch at The 213.
How about a pic from the archives? This taken from Spring Break 2004 in Fargo, ND. From left to right: Me, Zim, Jamie, and Mike. Mike is one of my best friends, dating way back to 1st or 2nd grade when I lived in Alexandria, MN.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Temp, you suck.
What the fuck was going on on the World Poker Tour tonight?
Add Temp Hutter to my list of hated poker players, along with Hellmuth and Mike The Mouth.
I don't have any step-siblings, so I have no first hand of experience of the analogy I'm about to make, but does anyone else feel like the Red Sox are your new step-brother who moved in and got all the attention and was so squeaky clean that you just knew deep down there is some darker, demonic side to them, the same guy who wears zipperless windbreaker jackets over polo shirts and dons too many gold bracelets and necklaces? He's the guy who rubs his good fortune in your face, the guy you want to punch between the eyes and watch the bags beneath them turn a deep shade of purple while he sobs on his girlfriend's shoulder. Yes. I have issues.
I just wish that the Red Sox, their fans, and their media (including ESPN) could get over themselves for five goddamn minutes.
Go Twins.
As exciting as their championship was, and I was rooting for them after the Twins were eliminated, it's still just like the first fight a younger brother ever won over his older brother. They strut now. But what about when they get bounced in the ALDS?
Everyday I rediscover a song that reminds why I love punk rock. Today it was "Fight It" by Pennywise.
Come to EC and hang out this weekend, all of you.
Speaking of the Twins, actually I wasn't, I just briefly mentioned them, but I'm going to speak (write) of them now: Silva and Morneau. Minnesota needs those boys back and soon. Who knows how much endurance Mays has in him or what kind of games they'll get from Lohse and the fifth starter spot is the biggest wild card, whether it is one of three or four minor league dudes or the artifact that is Terry Mulholland.
The House of Reps actually did something I liked today. They are in the process of getting rid of the estate taxes so that Big Brother can't rip you off twice on every dollar. Stupid.
I watched Closer last night. Great acting, good flick, I love dialogue driven material, especially when it is explicit in nature. So Alice or Jane or whatever, well done.
Sideways tonight. Expectations aren't real high because it is dangerous to expect much from movies that have received as much hype as this one has. I refer you to I, Robot.
Until The Next.
Add Temp Hutter to my list of hated poker players, along with Hellmuth and Mike The Mouth.
I don't have any step-siblings, so I have no first hand of experience of the analogy I'm about to make, but does anyone else feel like the Red Sox are your new step-brother who moved in and got all the attention and was so squeaky clean that you just knew deep down there is some darker, demonic side to them, the same guy who wears zipperless windbreaker jackets over polo shirts and dons too many gold bracelets and necklaces? He's the guy who rubs his good fortune in your face, the guy you want to punch between the eyes and watch the bags beneath them turn a deep shade of purple while he sobs on his girlfriend's shoulder. Yes. I have issues.
I just wish that the Red Sox, their fans, and their media (including ESPN) could get over themselves for five goddamn minutes.
Go Twins.
As exciting as their championship was, and I was rooting for them after the Twins were eliminated, it's still just like the first fight a younger brother ever won over his older brother. They strut now. But what about when they get bounced in the ALDS?
Everyday I rediscover a song that reminds why I love punk rock. Today it was "Fight It" by Pennywise.
Come to EC and hang out this weekend, all of you.
Speaking of the Twins, actually I wasn't, I just briefly mentioned them, but I'm going to speak (write) of them now: Silva and Morneau. Minnesota needs those boys back and soon. Who knows how much endurance Mays has in him or what kind of games they'll get from Lohse and the fifth starter spot is the biggest wild card, whether it is one of three or four minor league dudes or the artifact that is Terry Mulholland.
The House of Reps actually did something I liked today. They are in the process of getting rid of the estate taxes so that Big Brother can't rip you off twice on every dollar. Stupid.
I watched Closer last night. Great acting, good flick, I love dialogue driven material, especially when it is explicit in nature. So Alice or Jane or whatever, well done.
Sideways tonight. Expectations aren't real high because it is dangerous to expect much from movies that have received as much hype as this one has. I refer you to I, Robot.
Until The Next.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Team Just Nguyen is 1-0
Is this weird? When I am using my mouse on my computer and listening to music and I'm ready to click on something, I'll often wait to click my mouse with the beat or in time to the music. Does anyone else do this?
I went out last night Jesse Huxtable's 21st. From what I remember it was really fun. I drank entirely too much, did some dumb shit, passed out, woke up, and remained drunk into the early afternoon today. I pretty much don't remember from about 1:30 on. But Happy Birthday to Jesse. She's the best.
Soccer game today. It was the first of the intramural season. We felt pretty confident going in. We have an all-state player (Jesse), a career scoring record holder from Wausau East High School (Will), an experienced goalie (Shane), and a nice supporting cast of females: Joanna, Katie, Megan, Liz, Crissy, and Toni.
I was feeling good sporting a #15 Wausau East football jersey from circa 1982.
So the first half went pretty well, we headed to the bench in a 0-0 tie. Will botched a few scoring attempts. Jesse ran all over the field covering up for my lack of experience, that's what we'll call it, lack of experience. Shane played a solid net. I got my first foul.
Then came the second half.
I got my ass ejected. I was playing defense, sort of, and some dude kicked the ball over my head and instead of reacting to it like some guys might, I just watched it sail over my head. Well, #10 for the other team was busting his ass chasing the ball. I saw him sprinting toward me as I watched the ball go over my head. I turned, hunched a little bit and braced for contact. The dude sort of jumped and ran smack into my left shoulder and ate it hard on to the grass. I didn't move, didn't even step back. But that guy was layed out. Apparently in soccer you can get a foul if you don't move and someone runs into you. I understand the play was too violent for soccer. But I didn't intend to hurt him and I surely didn't go out of my way to impede his progress. In fact, I just stood in the same place and let him initiate the contact. So I was asked to go sit down.
After the game Jesse felt it necessary to tell me to go say something to the guy, which I was already on my way to do. I love it when he treats me like a son.
Anyway, Will scored in the second half and we won 1-0. Yippy.
Season scoreboard: Wins - 1. Goals 1 (Will, 1). Fouls - 2 (Brent,2).
Very excited for the weekend, welcoming Aaron Gooze and Adam to the 213.
Giddy Up.
I went out last night Jesse Huxtable's 21st. From what I remember it was really fun. I drank entirely too much, did some dumb shit, passed out, woke up, and remained drunk into the early afternoon today. I pretty much don't remember from about 1:30 on. But Happy Birthday to Jesse. She's the best.
Soccer game today. It was the first of the intramural season. We felt pretty confident going in. We have an all-state player (Jesse), a career scoring record holder from Wausau East High School (Will), an experienced goalie (Shane), and a nice supporting cast of females: Joanna, Katie, Megan, Liz, Crissy, and Toni.
I was feeling good sporting a #15 Wausau East football jersey from circa 1982.
So the first half went pretty well, we headed to the bench in a 0-0 tie. Will botched a few scoring attempts. Jesse ran all over the field covering up for my lack of experience, that's what we'll call it, lack of experience. Shane played a solid net. I got my first foul.
Then came the second half.
I got my ass ejected. I was playing defense, sort of, and some dude kicked the ball over my head and instead of reacting to it like some guys might, I just watched it sail over my head. Well, #10 for the other team was busting his ass chasing the ball. I saw him sprinting toward me as I watched the ball go over my head. I turned, hunched a little bit and braced for contact. The dude sort of jumped and ran smack into my left shoulder and ate it hard on to the grass. I didn't move, didn't even step back. But that guy was layed out. Apparently in soccer you can get a foul if you don't move and someone runs into you. I understand the play was too violent for soccer. But I didn't intend to hurt him and I surely didn't go out of my way to impede his progress. In fact, I just stood in the same place and let him initiate the contact. So I was asked to go sit down.
After the game Jesse felt it necessary to tell me to go say something to the guy, which I was already on my way to do. I love it when he treats me like a son.
Anyway, Will scored in the second half and we won 1-0. Yippy.
Season scoreboard: Wins - 1. Goals 1 (Will, 1). Fouls - 2 (Brent,2).
Very excited for the weekend, welcoming Aaron Gooze and Adam to the 213.
Giddy Up.
