From The Vault

Just happened to come upon these, scope them:

In other news, Portugal was nowhere to be found against Germany on Thursday. But my #2, Spain, pulled through today despite the mess of a game called by the referee. Seriously, two no calls in the box, that is ridiculous. Russia looked pretty good against a Netherlands team that, for the most part, looked like this was their first match together. As impressive as Russia looked, they will not redeem their group loss to Spain. I'm calling it right now, Spain over Germany 2-1 in the finals.

CAN'T GET ENOUGH

I hope that this doesn't sound super super conceited but I am in love with my band's CD. Honestly, I can't get enough of it. I want it to get big. Like, touring big but I know that won't happen.

I am really really bummed that I decided to leave Maple Grove. I hope that the rest of the group knows how much I loved being a part of the band and how much I absolutely love our music. Here's something for the rest of you to wrap your ears around, let me know what you think:

BOOKS

I have come to the realization that although reading a book is far more mentally stimulating than television, I am just not that big of a book reader. I would prefer to watch TV. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against books or those who enjoy reading them, I just have never been able to get that much into books.

Strike that, there was one point in my life where I used to stay up into the wee hours of the morning reading, that was in 3rd Grade. "Encyclopedia Brown" where have you gone?

Crush = Curse

Warning: The following is a true story of one man's battle with the greatest curse of all time.... The curse of the crush.

I'm accursed, at least I think so. I have the uncanny ability to turn into a complete pussy when it comes to my crushes. I don't know what it is. I mean, a majority of my friends are girls (granted, I have no feelings for these women except for maybe the occasional seductive appearance in my dreams,) but when it comes time for a crush, count me out.

For a while I was on this kick of having mini-crushes because if I never pursued, or tried for, my mini-crush(es) I didn't feel bad for not doing anything about it. You know, I didn't feel like I was letting myself down. With major crushes, if I didn't actively attempt to let the girl know that I liked her then I felt horrible and my self-esteem dropped by at least 24.68 points. For a brief moment in time I switched back to major crushes, that didn't work out as well as I had hoped.

When I do finally nut up and make a move on my crush one of two things usually happens: I get a little piece and fall head over heels without the same response or I just get denied.

On the recent heels of a successful session, I find myself at the worst point of the curse. You see I have this thing, I can't make out with a girl unless I really and genuinely like her. "That's so sweet," "Oh my gosh, how cute," and "I wish all guys were like that" are just a few of the responses I have had for my inability to close a non-committed sesh. We all know that the words of comfort I listed are just that - words of comfort, to someone these girls feel pity for.

Well, I really really like this girl. But due to the 1200 miles between us and my proficiency in the art of post-sesh pussdom, I am drawn to a conclusion that nothing will come of it. I have once again fallen victim to the curse.

Or have I? I'm trying to turn over a new leaf and rid myself of this curse that has followed me my entire life - the curse of the crush.

Stay tuned for details (stay tuned for a long time b/c I'm in Kansas City and she's in Utah.)

Tres Leches

If you can guess who this is then you get the prize.....

Numero Deuce

The Start Of A New Generation

So I want to just start posting things that I like on here. Don't worry kids, I'll still keep you updated on my life. Its just that I come across so many rad things and I want to post them on here.

Numero Uno:

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