ok so i decided that muse is one of my favorite bands as of now.
i decided this because they effing rock.
here is a video for you to watch.
if you don’t agree with me after you’re through watching you might be gay.
or you might not have any balls.
or you could be a girl (see above reason).
or you might have accidentally cut both your ears off in a freak chainsaw accident (so you can’t hear).
anyways…………
lil’ wayne is also pretty good…
A MILLI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
welp i just got through watching the mlb all-star game with james and j.c. and it was pretty exciting. it lasted 5 hours and went to the 15th inning and even though the american league ended up winning it was still fun to watch and by that time i sorta just wanted it to be over.
haha i think dan uggla pretty much won the least valuable player award hands down. he went 0-5 with 3 strikeouts, 6 men left on base with 3 errors. not to mention he set the record for most errors ever in an all-star game.
dan uggla
great work dan.
oh yeah and it was pretty cool to see a bunch of the redhawks that i knew from batboying playing in the all-star game. i think their were about 6 or 7 that played but the two that i was around the most were ian kinsler who plays for the texas rangers now and adrian gonzalez who plays for the san diego padres.
ian kinsler
adrian gonzalez
if you didn’t get to see uggly uggla embarrass himself i’ll try and upload a video of his atrocious performance tomorrow. i’m sure it’ll be all over the place.
i worked today…. i have to admit that i actually had fun. there weren’t many kids at the pool since it was cloudy which left all of the lifeguards with plenty of time to screw around, much to the dismay of our head lifeguard lindsay. i actually felt sorry for her at first because she was the only girl working out of like five guys, and she said she wasn’t feeling good, but then i just decided she was being a puss and so i stopped feeling so bad.
ok so first let me preface this story by telling you that I’m terrible at throwing sports. i’ve played soccer my whole entire life and the only sport that i’ve played where i’ve had to throw anything was basketball which doesn’t take much skill.. so i believe it or not i suck at throwing. yes i know, how can you suck at throwing? well, i’ve found a way. so i’m being rotated from stand number one to stand number two when i see this plastic little mermaid doll and i get this great idea to throw in the pool next to stand number three to see if i could scare matt, another fellow lifeguard. so i pick up the doll.. wind up.. and BLAM!! out of nowhere i get this horrible burst of strength which ended up making me throw the stupid doll completely across the pool nowhere even close to stand number three…. normally i wouldn’t mind missing my target by so much (i’m used to it.) but this time the hard plastic mermaid grenade was coming in hot straight towards candy (the old lady who works at the pool bar) and some dude, lets just call him lacron (candy’s assistant bartender). so ariel hits right in front of the two unexpecting bartenders and explodes into three flaming pieces of shrapnel, the first blasting candy right off her seat, the second knocking lacron’s drink right out of his hand, and the third landing somewhere off in the distance, probably on the golf course (yeah, i threw it that hard).
let me tell you. it was awesome. except for getting in trouble afterwards. unfortunately only two people got to actually see the whole spectacle, stewie and some big fat dumb pool hippo who ended up ratting me out.
at first i denied throwing the mermaid because candy was stomping around like some long legged pissed off puerto rican and lacron was looking around like “WTF! MY DRINK!”
but then she went around the pool asking every person there if they saw who threw it. at first i thought i might get away with this amazing feat of unintentional prankery but then hippo dude decided to come forward and point me out. they then proceded to call my boss (after candy had already punched me twice in the throat, which caused me to cough blood for thirty minutes.. well… maybe not really…) who came by and grinded my ears off for five minutes with her mindless babble and made me apologize (for the second time i might add).
oh well. it was worth it i think. kept things interesting, ya know? everybody needs a surprise every now and then, even if it is in the form of an exploding mermaid doll.
soooo….. besides running around in womens bathing suits, climbing onto the roof, nick accidently pouring pool shock on his penis (which proceeded to burn it off, well… maybe not completely off) and tricking city bites into giving us free choco tacos not much happened… well except for lindsay yelling at us for the last half hour that we were closing because “we were screwing around the whole night and setting a bad example for the kids”… and if your starting to feel sorry for lindsay.. well.. dont… ive had to put up with working with all girls plenty of times and let me tell you…. that is TERRIBLE……
anywaysssssssssssss thats work for ya..
oh and hey how cool would it be if they made dr. pepper ice cream?
way cool. i know.
so theres this song by radiohead and i haven’t ever really taken the time to listen to the words, but i just recently did and it got me thinking. it’s basically a list of all these different things that people think will make them happy. when i really started thinking about them i realized how meaningless so much of it seemed. i don’t mean that a lot of the things wouldn’t make me happy, i just mean that it seems like they’re so temporary and unfulfilling.
it goes like this:
more productive
comfortable
not drinking too much
regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week)
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries
at ease
eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats)
a patient better driver
a safer car (baby smiling in back seat)
sleeping well (no bad dreams)
no paranoia
careful to all animals (never washing spiders down the plughole) haha elise
keep in contact with old friends (enjoy a drink now and then)
will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in wall)
favours for favours
fond but not in love
charity standing orders
on sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants)
car wash (also on sundays)
no longer afraid of the dark
or midday shadows
nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate
nothing so childish
at a better pace
slower and more calculated
no chance of escape
now self-employed
concerned (but powerless)
an empowered and informed member of society (pragmatism not idealism)
will not cry in public
less chance of illness
tires that grip in the wet (shot of baby strapped in back seat)
a good memory
still cries at a good film
still kisses with saliva
no longer empty and frantic
like a cat
tied to a stick
that’s driven into
frozen winter sh*t (the ability to laugh at weakness)
calm
fitter, healthier and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antibiotics
then i read this argument by blaise pascal called pensees that sort of explained why i felt the way i did about that song. he says: “there once was a man of true happiness of which now remain to him only the mark and empty trace, which he in vain tries to fill from all his surroundings, seeking from things absent the help he does not obtain in things present. but these are all inadequate, because the infinite abyss can only be filled by an infinite and immutable object, that is to say, only by god himself.”
that’s why so much of that seemed so.. transparent i guess… i guess god is the only thing (is god a thing? hmmm…) that really lasts forever, that can never be taken away from me.. i dont really know where i’m going with this but i guess i just think its pretty cool to have something that i’m absolutely sure about, especially when there’s so much uncertainty surrounding other areas of my life.
