| been a while |
[Jan. 4th, 2006|12:44 am] |
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| |  cheerful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | your sweet voice in my head (now that was corny) | ] |
well, it's been a very long time since I've updated this, but i think now is a very good time. so, here it goes.
I'll start with a brief overview of school. It started out kind of slow, I was sad from being away from caitlin and all my friends, but it was the same way with everyone. my roommate at least started out as a cool guy, so that was good. my next door neighbors on one side are really cool guys, i had two classes with one of them and the other one listens to aesop rock and motown, so it doesn't get much better than that. my classes for first semester were history of jazz, world religions, calculus, class piano, and french. Playing basketball has been a lot of fun; at first i had a hard time opening up to the guys on the team, but now i know they're really cool guys and i really enjoy doing it, even though it's cutting into my break time right now. but anyways, long long long story short of my semester i got an A in french, A-'s in world religions and class piano, B+ in history of jazz, and a C+ in calculus which i am perfectly fine with. better than my roommate anyway who has to take it again because he didn't pass. oh well, shit happens. Over break my beautiful girlfriend and bassem threw me a suprise birthday party which was probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me, so thank you guys so, so much and thank you to everyone who showed up, it really meant a lot to me. I won't lie, I definitely almost cried when i walked in and saw you all standing there. it was tough to get over my initial shock. christmas eve was fun, i went to caitlins mom's house for a party she always puts on and we played scatergories and then caitlin and i went to midnight mass which was actually fairly interesting. neither of us knew what was going on, but it was still cool. christmas was really good, spent it with the family. had christmas morning with my family and dan who came and had his first christmas which i'm glad he could share at my house, went to breakfast at caitlins aunt and uncles house, came back and played some amazing beach volleyball with my family, caitlin, and caitlin's brother vinnie who is ridiculously good at volleyball and also much better looking than i can ever hope to be. then we had dinner which was amazing. I would say what i got, but this break was so much more about the people i got to see than the items i got for my birthday and christmas that while i really appreciate the gifts, they would almost seem to be worthless next to the love i got over break. and while that's corny, it's how i feel, so fuck you. anyways, the next morning caitlin and i drove up to santa cruz where we got to spend two very amazing days and nights together until she had to leave on the 28th for washington. I know how hard it is to have to be away from someone you love, so i really feel for people who made relationships in college and then had to leave them to come home, but at the same time i want to say fuck you for having it so much easier than me. at least you get to spend the next however months together, i get to see my girlfriend once or twice a month if that. so not to sound bitter, but i'm bitter. after those amazing days with just me and her, i came back and spent some last minute time with my amazing friends, and then came up to redlands. newyears i spent with my team at a party where i was the only sober person there. conversation with girl on the girls basketball team: "wait, so you don't drink?" "haha no, i don't drink" "wait, so you mean like you're just not drinking tonight, or like..." "no, i just don't drink at all" "whoh, really? i didn't know that. and you're ok with everyone else drinking? you don't feel weird about not drinking?" "no, i feel fine with it." "wow. that's really cool!" "thanks, i guess" very strange. it was a lot of fun though for what it was. i had some great conversations. one guy on the team could actually beat out graisson or bobby for consuming most drugs, he's pretty ridiculous. i got to dance to rap music, and a really drunk girl who made out with a third of the basketball team that night decided to come up and grind on me for the most awkward and uncomfortable two minutes of my life. people were trying to get me to dance and then she decided to come up and grind on me while i just stood there mortified, while the rest of the room chanted my name. so, so, so awkward. oh well, it was fun. then we went back to the dorm and that same girl was going to strip for $100, so i decided to go to bed at that point. ah college. we had a game tonight against a good team and we beat them by 3, so that was really cool. plus i played some and the coach even put me in during crucial moments at the end of the game for defense, so that was really cool. the rest of the team is out drinking right now but i got caught up talking on the phone, so i decided to just go to bed. so then i wasn't ready to go to bed so i decided to do this. caitlin has a tournament in redlands this weekend so i'm really excited for that. plus no practice tomorrow so i get to sleep in and then watch the rose bowl. solid. i love you all, i hope you had a safe and happy break, and i hope your next semester/quarter/single class (chris) is a good one. see you |
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| prom |
[Jun. 7th, 2005|12:31 am] |
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| | dancing in the moonlight- van morisson | ] |
prom was amazing, one of the best nights of my life. i have some pictures, and i might put on more later, but for right now, this is the only one that matters
bud in a tux for his band concert. fucking hot |
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| ever take it off any sweet jumps? |
[May. 31st, 2005|05:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | stoked | ] |
| [ | music |
| | paint it black- angel | ] |
i got a new mother fucking bike today. i am so stoked. what now, bitch?
oh, and jen said that i have to say something about her and casey because of the last thing i put. so, here it is. i hear that jen takes it up the ass. i don't know if it's true, that's just what i hear. there, are you happy jen?
don't ever yell at me again, or else more will come (hehe come) |
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| an era ends |
[May. 27th, 2005|12:56 am] |
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| |  contemplative | ] |
I don't know, tonight was both really fun and really depressing. One of the biggest parts of my senior year is now done. Things really seem to be wrapping up, and I can't decide if it's a good thing or a bad thing. A little bit of both I guess. The fact is, almost every one of my close friends are in La Vista, and it really meant a lot to have a sanctuary for us all to have. To everyone in La Vista, thank you for all the memories. You made my senior year.
side note- after dropping off dan and caitlin i drove by mira costa and jen's car was still there. draw your own conclusions (getting nailed) |
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| When do you draw the line? |
[May. 9th, 2005|04:13 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | thoughtful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | wish you were here-pink floyd | ] |
Ramblings. Don’t read it if you want it to make sense
Discrimination is something that has plagued the world since man realized that guy looks different than me, he must be inferior. The amazing thing is all the different aspects that are discriminated against. Race, religion, sexual preference, zodiac sign; whatever the case, there is always someone out there feeling they are better than someone else.
Relatively recently, people have begun to understand that this is wrong. While there are obviously still people that discriminate, it has become better. However, when do you draw the line?
This is something I've been thinking about recently. Say a Christian doesn't accept a gay person because in their religion it is wrong for Adam to love Steve. Then I, being the liberal that I am, condemn the Christian for holding these views. This is where the hypocrisy falls. The Christian judges the homosexual because of their belief in the right to love someone of the same sex, which is wrong, but then I judge the Christian for beliefs that they hold. How am I, personally, any better than the Christian? However, on the same vain, how is the Christian better than the gay person? Because the bible tells them so?
A Nazi decides to exercise his right to free assembly and holds a rally condemning blacks and Jews. I go to the rally to protest in my beliefs that their discrimination against African Americans and gods chosen children is wrong. How is that any better than what they do? Am I allowed to judge another persons beliefs just because theirs aren't the same as mine?
My question is this; when can you draw the line? When is it ok to judge? The bible says "judge not lest ye be judged (or something of that sort, I’m not exactly an expert in scripture)," however they do almost nothing but judge other peoples beliefs. Liberals claim that discrimination against other people’s beliefs is wrong, yet they do nothing but protest what they believe is wrong. When, in this case, is it not hypocrisy? Or is that the point. Don’t judge me, but if you think differently than I do then you're going to catch hell.
Maybe I’m thinking about it too much, but really it seems to me that I am no better than the people I feel are wrong. Why do I have the divine right to judge what is just in this world? Why does anybody? The fact is they don't. People are going to believe what they think is right, or are brainwashed to think is right, and nothing I say can change that. Hell, I’m even going to keep on thinking the way I do and keep judging until the day I die. However, one thing I can try to impose is maybe, just maybe, tolerance is a two way street, and we should try to all just calm down and not judge each other for no reason but our own beliefs.
Unless, of course, the person is Mormon. In that case we all know they're too nice to be trusted and should be shot on site. (that was a joke, try to laugh) |
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| YOU |
[Apr. 24th, 2005|10:05 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the sgt. peppers album | ] |
Just a quick piece of advice; life is much more enjoyable when you don't take it too seriously. Remember that. |
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| fuck yeah |
[Mar. 14th, 2005|07:14 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | my new ipod | ] |
so my coach just called me and told me that I'm in the all star game and that I'm first team all bay league. Fuck yeah
and I finally got my ipod for christmas. Fuck yeah
and for some reason Caitlin is going out with me still. Fuck yeah
and you're awesome. fuck yeah |
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| We few, we happy few, we band of brothers |
[Feb. 19th, 2005|09:37 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | can we start again-bane | ] |
I'm going to start out my saying thank you to everyone who came to my games, I appreciate it more than you could ever know. thank you. If you don't feel like reading this don't, it's long and you probably don't care, but just read the first sentance of the next paragraph and the last quote at the bottom.
So my basketball career as a high school player is over. It's one of those things that you never thought would come, but then it does. I've been with basketball for four years, and for four years I've worked my ass off for this program. From when I first walked into the gym for my first practice as a freshman and nobody knew who the hell this tall guy was and where he came from, to playing and starting on the freshman team and recieving the most improved award, to sophomore year where i played JV for Eric, to junior year where I played varsity and we got to the quarter finals, to this year.
This year, while we may not have done very well, has been a lot of fun. This year really started in spring with spring training and spring league. Then came the summer. In summer before every practice i went and trained with tim for about two hours. I ran, lifted, did some skill work stuff, played against guys in college that marx would bring down and was training, and then after that I would go to a two hour practice. After tim's, practice seemed like nothing. Or it would have, if i wasn't dead on my feet. Two tournaments in the summer i really remember were Santa Barbera where we stayed up there, and brentwood. the santa barbera tournament was a lot of fun. we hung out, played poker, and got second place. We played really well, beating some really good teams, including beating Penninsula in the semi finals, making a free throw that won another game, and showing up some hot shot dick from the santa barbera team that we played in the finals. while we lost, we played our asses off and it was great. In brentwood we got third place and i played against this guy taller than me and a lot better that was committed to UCLA, and i didn't do too bad on him. I also hit him so hard that he almost fell and started bitching to the refs. it was awesome. I also went to this double pump camp with scott where i got on the senior all star team, which was awesome too. then this club team picked me up and we played in las vegas in the middle of summer, which was hell. but it was fun and a great experience. Then in August I trained with Scott and tim which was a lot of fun, too. Then came the fall. yeah...i don't remember too much about the fall except that we lost a lot of fall league games but it was still fun. Then the season started in November. Shit, it started in November. for over three months i've spent almost all of my time playing basketball with my team. my team. It really was my team. it was never named, the coaches never said anything, but all of the players deferred to me as the captain. which is probably why i'm so depressed about the season, i'm the one that lead us into it. so many games we should have won but didn't, so many close calls, but in the end, i realize now that it doesn't matter. so what, we lost some games. at least we had fun doing it. i love almost all of the guys on the team. it's really all but one. everyone was close, everyone talked to eachother, and it made everything so much more enjoyable. while everyone was great, the people i'm probably going to miss most are the two other big men, scott and kevin. I've spent more time with scott this season than everyone else, with extra training and the double pump camp and such, and working with kevin and having him on the team last year has always been great. that's what i'm going to miss the most this season, my team. fuck the games, fuck the scoring, fuck the name and picture in the paper, none of that shit matters. what matters is the bonds you create with people. if you don't play a team sport, or if you had bad people on the team you might not be able to relate, and if you can't, then i truly feel sorry for the experience that you missed.
this quote from shakespeare really tells how I feel. just replace some things and it fits exactly.
"From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day." |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 9th, 2005|09:50 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the music of the night- phantom of the opera | ] |
So the last three games have gone with 21 points, 25 points, and in the most recent 29. i thought that was kind of cool.
Last night i went to this place called dave and busters with my two older brothers and a couple of their friends. It was a really cool place with an arcade, pool, and food. and bars. which of course meant that i got to be designated driver, which also meant that i had to drive on the freeway in the rain, but that's ok. the night was really fun. i kicked ass at pool, but their tables are really big since they're regulation size. but since i was gone for the game it meant that i couldn't go to amy's birthday dinner, which really sucked since i wanted to, but i guess shit happens.
today we drove back from my brothers apartment and picked up my little brother to go to the LA car show, which was really cool. there were some really cool cars.
later today i went to the gym with dan, which was fun. just normal lifting stuff. i walked right in without any hassle, which made life easy since i don't belong to the gym.
now i should be doing my art essay, but instead i'm putting up these two great comics from today's paper. enjoy
that's right, i said it, fuck U2
crazy white people |
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| walking |
[Jan. 2nd, 2005|02:20 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  lonely | ] |
| [ | music |
| | nice guys finish last- green day | ] |
I drove down to the beach tonight and walked around a bit, just listening and watching the waves. At the risk of sounding lame, if you ever have any problems, that can really help calm you down. except maybe for the drunk people. But besides that it's really nice. That's the first time I've ever gone out after curfew as well, and the problem with that is it was so easy that it's probably going to become more of a habit. Oh well I guess.
I hate it when people are so nice that they can't tell the truth for fear of hurting someone. Just stop being so damn nice.
fuck it, i'm going to bed.
i can't win |
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| I'm the white guy |
[Dec. 16th, 2004|10:49 pm] |
i'm the one on the right. you know, the white one. don't forget you naysayers of affirmative action, it works both ways.
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| just because i don't want to sleep |
[Dec. 11th, 2004|11:58 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the jackson 5- i want you back | ] |
so another week with lots of basketball. i don't really care, so basically i played pretty well, the team played well at moments but we basically blew, and i got all tournament again. the end
last night was julias and viviennes birthday party, and it was fun. moonbounce, food, good people for the most part. we left the party and came back to find people drinking, and i saw this little girl, her name isn't important, sitting there with a beer and a wine glass and pooring the beer into it and drinking it. her face was all red and she was doing some dumb shit, and it completely was an attempt to be like other people. it was a reason to get attention. it was probably one of the most depressing things i have ever seen. i don't know, you probably had to see it, but i had to go home after that, i couldn't take it anymore.
today i had to watch film at 9 for basketball, shoot around in the gym from 10-11, then a game at 12. so that was way too long. then after the game i went home and slept for a while, and my brother woke me up to go get a malt, so we went to sloopy's, which i would highly recommend, they're really good. then we walked around down town for a little, and my brother decided to buy me a really nice silk shirt, which was really, really nice of him.
then we went to dinner with my grand parents, parents, brothers, luc (donalds friend) and krista (donalds girlfriend). it was in celebration of my brother matt graduating from pepperdine, but i had to miss the graduation ceremony since i had a game. the dinner was good, i got pretty filled up. I had a new york pepper steak and a fudge brownie pie with ice cream, which was awesome.
after i got home julia told me that people were at viviennes, so i picked her up and went over there. the night was basically spent playing mario kart and keeping noah away from his vodka. julia is better than me at mario kart, but at least i can drive. then i had to go home. that's about it.
one last note: i got my senior pictures yesterday i think. here it is
horray for pictures
go die |
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| i'm deep in a dream of you |
[Dec. 5th, 2004|12:38 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | jazzy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | ella fitzgerald- deep in a dream | ] |
so my week was consumed with basketball, so i guess I'll talk about that first. if you don't want to hear about basketball, just scroll down.
monday-played banning and killed then. i didn't play too much. it was fun, but i only got 5 points and 9 rebounds.
tuesday-practice. nothing too exciting
wednesday-we played morningside and lost by 7 i believe. it was pretty lame, especially since i had half of the teams points. i had 18 points and 12 rebounds.
thursday-played pacifica, and won by a fair margin, i think it was about 10-12. we played pretty well, and i had 14 points and 16 rebounds. i couldn't make a fucking shot, if half of the ones that i missed went in i would have had 103 points. 6/6 from the freethrow line, though.
friday-we played gardena, and played like shit, but we won by two since gerald made a three pointer with about 30 seconds left to put us ahead and then our defense kicked ass. i had 17 points and 15 rebounds.
saturday-practice, nothing special. afterwards i got a plaque for being all tournament, which was pretty cool. we're going to send one of the tapes to lehigh, and maybe i'll go to college, who knows.
coolest play- i'd been wanting to do this for a while, so it made it even better. this guy drove in the lane and tried to shoot over me, so intead of just blocking it i reached up and grabbed the ball out of the air with one hand. it was awesome.
special thanks- the special thanks goes out to bassem for actually coming to my game on friday. that was really cool of him and i really appreciate it. i'm definitely going to the band concert coming up because of it. so thank you bassem. and to tim for looking in the paper and seeing my name. that was really cool, too.
things that don't involve basketball-
we've started a jazz unit in mellis, and it's the greatest thing i've ever done in school. ever. just listening to jazz in class is great, and it's gotten me to play clarinet again, and finally figure out a song that i've been listening to for a while. the note was fucking sharp, how lame. if you're looking for a good jazz singer to listen to, get ella fitzgerald. she's got a hot voice.
so friday night i went to dinner with my family and then went to bed at 9. ace.
saturday i had the sat's in the morning, which seemed to go fine, and then i went to get donuts with chris, which was awesome. we need to just go get donuts and sit in there for hours. anyone. lets go now. after practice i took a nap, which was solid. pizza for dinner, then i went over to viviennes house where i sat on a couch with calvin and sheila all night with my arm around both of them, and me and calvin talking about how gay we looked and how all the dumb drunk people would probably be making fun of us, it was great. then i went home and played clarinet, where i figured out a song i wanted to figure out for a while. well, at least some of it. i was very happy. definitely a good day.
ah, it's raining. i love rain. i love you. have a nice night/wonderful day. |
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| I love Jen, but Jen loves saves the day |
[Nov. 29th, 2004|10:59 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | good clean fun- last night i dreampt an emo kid loved me | ] |
My live journal is now good clean fun themed, which is always good.
speaking of which, i stole this idea from Tim, but it fit so well that I had to.
We killed Banning in the first game of the season, which was cool. the show on saturday was awesome, and over my dead body was insane. i just don't care right now. that's probably not good. have a nice day. |
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| FUCK THE SAT'S |
[Nov. 20th, 2004|12:59 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | peachy keen | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the four tops- i can't help myself | ] |
when i wrote this i wasn't really that mad, but i read it again and it sounds like the next person who said something to me would have gotten stabbed. just take it with a grain of salt and realize that i'm just rambling.
the SAT's can lick my butt and suck on my balls.
the whole concept of the test is fucking retarded. we're going to make a test that's standardized, so everyone has an equal chance, but really we're going to make a whole bunch of study things that only rich people can afford so that we can keep the poor out of college. then, we're going to make it so that everyone judges their intelligence with how well they do on this test. if you don't do well on this test, then you're a failure and you're stupid. if you do better on this test than someone else, then you're smarter than they are.
fuck you
all this test shows is either that you can take the time and money to study for it, or that you're good at taking tests. i'm not saying that the people who do well on this test aren't smart, i'm saying that it doesn't make you better than anyone else. all this test does is kill some peoples self esteem and give other arrogant people another chance to brag for five minutes.
fact: the SAT was created by ivy league schools to keep jews out since they thought that the jews weren't smart enough to do well on the test. so, in fact, if you do well on this test, you're obviously a racist.
I'm sick and tired of people asking what are your test scores, what's your class rank, where are you applying to college, why can't you get laid, etc. sure it can make fun conversation sometimes, but i don't need some ass that i don't even know talking to me about it. live your own fucking life and stop comparing yourself to other people. your self worth isn't determined by your grades, or by your test scores, it's by what you do with your life. if you need good test scores, or good grades to make yourself feel better, then fine, but don't drag me into your bullshit. i go through the same things where i feel bad when i do worse than someone or better than someone else, but you know what, why? why should i care? i did better than some people smarter than me, and worse than people who are complete retards. if you did the best that you can possibly do, then be happy that it's the best that you can do on one test.
i don't care if someone feels good about doing well on a test, i do too, but don't ask someone how they did just to gloat. i've seen it all the time. oh, how'd you do on the sat's? oh, a 1570? yah, that's pretty good i guess. oh, me? a 1600. yah, pretty impressive huh? you know what else is impressive? me punching you so hard in the nose that your bone goes into your brain and kills you. that's pretty fucking impressive, isn't it?
here are my scores:
SAT I- 1230
math-630
english-600
SAT II's-
writing-590
literature-640
math 1c-710
US history-720
i'm done with the SAT II's, and i'm taking the SAT I's again in december. now you know what i got, don't fucking ask me. i don't care if the person who asks me doesn't have this, there's a very good chance that they'll get stabbed in the eye with a fork when they do.
some of this obviously didn't matter, or was an over exaggeration, or even didn't make sense, but it's still something to think about next time you ask someone what they got on the SAT's.
and now on a completely different note...
i took this a year ago when i was hiking, and i thought it was cool. it probably looked better in the picture than on the internet, but it still looks good. the tree makes it artsy.
i appreciate you. |
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