What, like 3 people read this?

Kudos to the person who commented on my last post...I appreciate that. Pretty sure I know who you are since I have such a small audience (adjective noted, no small audience jokes). Thought that I'd let the Big Boss Man, aka the A-Train get a little press so hopefully people will visit his site...and so that he will link to mine, if he knows how. Pistons' game in 5 and a half hours..."It's playoff time Detroit, let's go to work". Also, I'd like to apologize for the weird look in yesterday's post, I don't know what happened there. Tune in later for game highlites as well as other useless crap.

6 one way one third of a dozen the other and other reasons I hate math...

I've recently really gotten into the lazy man's sport of darts. I find myself playing at the most random times, usually when I'm upstairs in my room and I walk by the darts. One of the biggest things I've noticed when playing a game of 301 or some other game requiring my most basic math skill, is that I have none of said skills. I don't particularly enjoy math, but I'm good at advanced math, I love algebra. I literally went to my College Algebra class 6 times over the course of a semester: the first two days, 3 exams, one final. I still made an A in the class. But where is the transition from basic math to more advanced math? I honestly can't remember a gentle transition from one to the other. I basically learned two completely different subjects. I think it was in 8th grade when I was supposed to take Pre-Algebra but since I was in the gifted program, I was offered the oppurtunity to take high school Algebra instead. I opted for the Algebra, and here I am with trouble subtracting 57 from 194 in a stupid dart game(2,598 right?). Maybe it's that Rabun County/Georgia Southern education...

Can someone please explain to me why I have a better shot at picking a girl up if I'm a complete dick than if I just try to be Mr. Nice Guy? I've found that if you're really nice out of the gate they initially love to be around you, so much that they consider your relationship so special that you'd be a better friend than a boyfriend. (Not that that's a bad thing, Amber, Bridgette, Lauren, Courtney, Rachel, Tina, Sara, Brooke, Jamie, Shelly, Paula, Jennifer, and Amy)* I liken relationships to a major highway...when you first meet someone you're on the main highway, but there are several exits on the highway, and depending on how fast you're going, you could miss the exits. However, if you're going too slow, you might allow them the oppurtunity to open the door and tuck and roll. Along the highway there's the dating exit, which we should always keep our eyes out for and take it when we see it, then there are about 594 friendship exits...be careful they can sometimes be disguised as gas stations as well as visitors centers to trick you into stopping, and there you are, in Friendshipville** forever.

Roger Federer won his opening round today at Wimbeldon, as well as Lindsay Davenport. In other sports news, I'm completely obsessed with women's beach volleyball, and not just for the obvious reasons***. But I find myself picking a team, and then rooting for them, sharing in their ups and downs...happy if they win, devastated if they lose. Tomorrow night is the big night for the Pistons to prove themselves by beating the Spurs in San Antonio and forcing a game 7.

Until tomorrow, be safe, stay classy, and don't eat the yellow snow.








* names have been changed to protect identities and my sexuality
**or Friendshipton, Friendshipburg, or Platonicopolis depending on where you live
***namely to see the snazzy marketing such as Bud Lite umbrellas and XBOX banners around the court

Mean Beam and Other Observations

Is it just me or does Jim Beam always make you beligerent when consumed in large quantities (I like to call it beligerunk)? A few nights ago we had half of a 1.75 lter bottle of Mr. Beam in our freezer (the cold makes it syrupy) when we decided to all have a shot. 3 shots later I invented a drink that is similar in a Jager Bomb in that you drop a shot of Beam in a Red Bull and chug the entire thing, the difference of course is that Jager is a happy drunk...Beam is an evil, kill everyone who's ever done any wrong to you kind of drunk. The drink was aptly named the Mean Beam...a spin off of a great Sega puzzle game called Dr. Robotnik's Mean Bean Machine. Anyway, 37 shots between the 3 of us, 2 hours, and an arm wrestling tournament later, I have numerous dart holes in my wall as well as a completely flattened table where the tourny was held. I might point out that I didn't get very drunk and no vomit was produced by me, though my friend Josh was a different story.

I went to the Atlantic Ocean on Friday. It never ceases to amaze me how small we are in such a large world next to the ocean. It also never ceases to amaze me how very few hot chicks are at the beach at 7:30 at night.

The Pistons lost game 5 to the freakin San Antonio Spurs tonight, putting them down 3-2 in the series with the last 2 games in San Antonio. Here's to the Pistons pulling one more series out of their ass and winning it all.

I recently discovered that I am a moron when it comes to registration, and that I didn't properly register for classes this summer and will not be enrolled for Summer Term B, meaning I don't have class now until August. Look out Rabun County, I don't have a job in the 'Boro so here I come!

For some reason I'm obsessed with a country song of all things. I'm not sure of the title, but I know that Neal Mccoy does it. Speaking of Neal, is he half black, full blooded Native American, or just a really dark redneck? The reason I like the song so much is because at the very end Neal says to a drunken Rob Schneider "How many fangers am I holdin' up Billy?" The fact that he says fangers is hilarious to me, as well as the way he says "Billy". Well, the Nyquil is kicking in and Sex Games:Vegas is on Cinemax...here goes nothin...