tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78557586806903244852024-03-21T16:48:05.376-07:00Life...RemixedMy life is like a remixed song. It starts off going in a direction that you think you expect. Then, *wicky wicky* there's a new direction.Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-25196065316295754622011-07-16T10:52:00.000-07:002011-07-16T10:53:10.397-07:00Goal UpdateWell, 4/5 isn't bad.Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-60795314069208456562011-01-24T04:47:00.000-08:002011-01-24T05:05:43.598-08:00New Me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ensVRUcgXkFfyWnbgxuVl3V5H3J1V6d_QZ3cCp24t9OoWLeQBDkz3dLmN5SB-Fpef2RdKWA2OkVx1qZPHf5wfeYatAeXkCBWD4VDH0lHZJFHanOtfr3woBoCtGuPJmmlQyqri0NJqzQ/s1600/DeterminedBoo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565737585090249682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ensVRUcgXkFfyWnbgxuVl3V5H3J1V6d_QZ3cCp24t9OoWLeQBDkz3dLmN5SB-Fpef2RdKWA2OkVx1qZPHf5wfeYatAeXkCBWD4VDH0lHZJFHanOtfr3woBoCtGuPJmmlQyqri0NJqzQ/s320/DeterminedBoo.jpg" /></a> It's a new year. Everyone knows that means there are millions of new years resolutions that will be abandoned by the end of January. You ALSO know that I'm as stubborn as a mule. Here's a few of my new years resolution/lifestyle changes: <ul><li>Abs competition = Working out and eating healthier AND cheaper</li><br /><li>DWI = No drinking til my birthday</li><br /><li>Stop biting my fingernails</li><br /><li>Get my fucking life together/get a real job/live by myself</li></ul><p><strong>Last and CERTAINLY not least...</strong></p><ul><li>Get over Ms. Meggie Humphreys</li></ul>Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-71737438414834859642010-09-29T23:16:00.001-07:002010-09-29T23:16:49.287-07:00This is only a....test to see if you're still reading.Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-68419110015124046602010-07-20T10:59:00.001-07:002010-07-20T11:00:31.585-07:00Every time....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LfscnjFiFETn7LCokyfKTJLStjzu48PqHWP1EPtQJR4s-YWsdB_l7LTk6uCspj6G1H8m9sWk5GXtk2OITcosR_c79Q-1nwLFGG-ANrY6H_8bIQevZkpadEKftHZufJaQoBWgoTshwLI/s1600/remiond.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496049704395082082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LfscnjFiFETn7LCokyfKTJLStjzu48PqHWP1EPtQJR4s-YWsdB_l7LTk6uCspj6G1H8m9sWk5GXtk2OITcosR_c79Q-1nwLFGG-ANrY6H_8bIQevZkpadEKftHZufJaQoBWgoTshwLI/s400/remiond.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-66969042912787703792010-06-17T12:33:00.000-07:002010-06-17T12:33:42.692-07:00I Embrace It<object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/wsG2S_1PRnk/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wsG2S_1PRnk&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wsG2S_1PRnk&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-47160928393949067032010-06-02T13:55:00.000-07:002010-06-02T13:55:38.944-07:00Mazzy Star - Fade Into You (Black White Version)<object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/XucegAHZojc/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XucegAHZojc&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XucegAHZojc&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-17137799234152628572010-05-03T19:27:00.000-07:002010-05-03T19:28:13.208-07:00My Goodness...<object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/ruQ0O44CB38/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ruQ0O44CB38&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ruQ0O44CB38&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-7976778068171567822010-04-27T15:35:00.000-07:002010-04-27T15:48:02.380-07:00Quickie<ul><li>I got Staph from CHS, had surgery, and am back to normal. You already know this.</li><br /><li>Due to my "off-time," I have to do my internship til May 26th. </li><br /><li>As I am writing this, I am <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>SUPER-STRESSED</strong> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">because I am being observed for the first time (in the Health classroom)tomorrow.</span></li><br /><li>It is now apparent that I have effectively put-off all the paperwork for my portfolio to the last minute...as usual.</li><br /><li>My Adele Station on Pandora is perfect background music for lesson-planning. I suggest you all listen to it while YOU plan YOUR lessons... :)</li><br /><li>98% of my High School Internship is fantastic. </li><br /><li>1% of my High School Internship is weird because little, high school girls want to get fresh with Coach Howard.</li><br /><li>1% of my High School Internship is frustrating due to one or two students that think they don't have to do anything or listen to anyone. </li></ul><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464952401336966562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimkJmHR7gjVCkIhEjMk5Icax_1bA3w90u_QWoPBgtkf9M1D1Bw33vtK7WBFb9eOGaZBCXCjMtyt983x122HONhPe5RwYPvlwbTE5RQRW222FUu-NoiQrGd2qUcB7Vh7l7d10mJenSwCwA/s320/adele.jpg" /></p>Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-31316234636040539732010-03-23T18:50:00.001-07:002010-03-23T19:43:39.170-07:00Spring Break<div>What's up, folks? I know that it's been a while since I've posted, so here's "the haps:"<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZQsQsfaH7eLkRKQJm-UOLFeCVJYG2m117TAHiGMGfIA54jZoUMRDSp48FT0zn10tqvEu2czPsqHrYUwGuwdNuDydoG_lUAJUvu9IYs_SU8W75nBmqXZpBQtDnMc1JisMGDlBYY7Pjlg/s1600-h/country-boy-relaxing_~tow0033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452018929821565650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZQsQsfaH7eLkRKQJm-UOLFeCVJYG2m117TAHiGMGfIA54jZoUMRDSp48FT0zn10tqvEu2czPsqHrYUwGuwdNuDydoG_lUAJUvu9IYs_SU8W75nBmqXZpBQtDnMc1JisMGDlBYY7Pjlg/s200/country-boy-relaxing_~tow0033.jpg" border="0" /></a>It's spring break around these parts. MOST college seniors try and relish their last spring break in college. Me? Not so much. You see, I will have a job in a field that, conveniently allows me to have a spring break as long as I'm employed. That being said, I haven't done ANYTHING productive in the last 4 days. "B" and "C" are in South Padre Island like a normal married couple. :/ I am just kicking it solo, taking care of their dogs, and trying to relax a bit.<br /><br />I can see the end of the proverbial tunnel. I'm a mere 25 days of Student Teaching away from graduating. I still have a LOT of paperwork for my "Exit Portfolio" that I still have to do before I'm officially done, but I should be fine. I <em>will </em>say that I'm a little worried about finding a job. I may have to try and get licensed in another content area other than Health and Physical Education so that I could teach another subject. For the time being, I'm just going to try and focus on graduating.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-6k68AoJVwv4GAZnz6gl40nY4FOIywjyIHh3CNdKthxnSvLfooPMPcKVpzgkzt5Q__QkGROv2t7WJwuDnif8rnYh7e9s__U1ncdbGVBYagZPVBh9nDyC9IyeaZsLWVkjMMXCpoCfW5I/s1600-h/article-1201576-05CF0DD1000005DC-868_468x319.jpg"></a>Bulleted list from my first week at the high school? You got it:<br /><ul><li><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcRFsfHEDB1tnmPqPYhCzkciVW0Z8QyA0TGw75xsSma8Ajw_4-wP893Y7AdIJjil-gTBlPnKsCOg8XpPlWZu8UkuYiGF-tlBa731HODQe5VfGPEmIt9SR1kd4b4eUKD5BVn9w5OFAFDe0/s1600-h/article-1201576-05CF0DD1000005DC-868_468x319.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha-d3mkzr_akzwXM5XMYBM5PIGHvQvL3dhLCDevxYZEryHNCCxbWxRXukLSHW56bSBwyFW2XZU9Joe1XaEBs3VX5gD5ut3ud5HAsi15PrkcaHZCZkv7aX3KJYC4aOCXYBh7wmd9s0yrxM/s1600-h/article-1201576-05CF0DD1000005DC-868_468x319.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452025352980556738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha-d3mkzr_akzwXM5XMYBM5PIGHvQvL3dhLCDevxYZEryHNCCxbWxRXukLSHW56bSBwyFW2XZU9Joe1XaEBs3VX5gD5ut3ud5HAsi15PrkcaHZCZkv7aX3KJYC4aOCXYBh7wmd9s0yrxM/s200/article-1201576-05CF0DD1000005DC-868_468x319.jpg" border="0" /></a>the high schoolers are equally impressed as the 2nd graders when I dunk a basketball</li><br /><li>just as i expected, I really enjoy wearing slacks and a tie to "work" everyday</li><br /><li>I see a little bit of "my high school self" in almost all of my students</li><br /><li>I've already been hit-on by an 18 year old student (don't worry, I'm a professional)</li></ul></div>Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-5389301527687827622010-02-24T14:29:00.000-08:002010-02-24T14:48:08.770-08:00Annual UpdateAs far as I know, no one is still checking this. I don't care. I'm still going to update it when I get the time. What's new with me? I'll tell you. I'm 3 and 1/2 weeks into my internship. The first six weeks I'm at Pyron Elementary. The second 6 weeks I'll be at Clarksville High School. I can already tell you that I like the elementary better. There's a few up-sides to working with little kids:<br /><ul><li>they ALWAYS want to participate</li><li>with just a little teaching, they make HUGE improvements</li><li>who doesn't love to be admired by 25 Second Graders five times a day?</li></ul>As for the high school, I'll be teaching one class of Athletics and 4 classes of Health. I think I will like the Health class. Who knows...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0cJlQWRQofyGUzSoemJFuCGNvdbUk6hblcbTbYN0oTwJfuqAFLtsDuBCoesN44eKx7dqUrTkUR0ERU8eX9NYEbWN2ZPipfN-dp9dNA0sUco3m5RhI7Jv7Kv5OSexYfn6gNCqg870hORo/s1600-h/22138_1348552162821_1501842037_30926130_6163001_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0cJlQWRQofyGUzSoemJFuCGNvdbUk6hblcbTbYN0oTwJfuqAFLtsDuBCoesN44eKx7dqUrTkUR0ERU8eX9NYEbWN2ZPipfN-dp9dNA0sUco3m5RhI7Jv7Kv5OSexYfn6gNCqg870hORo/s200/22138_1348552162821_1501842037_30926130_6163001_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441944983514918578" border="0" /></a>In other news, my intramural basketball team won the Arkansas state tournament again. No surprise. We'll be going to the regional tournament at Mississippi State soon. Last year, we won that tournament too. Fingers crossed.<br /><br />As for my social life:<br /><br />If you're reading this, you should already know that I, by my own accord, do not have anything to report. As silly as you may think I am, I'm sticking to my guns.<br /><br />That's about it. For your viewing and listening pleasure, I present my personal "Pump Up Jam of the Moment":<br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EeEgtfm8W2E&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EeEgtfm8W2E&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-75125679731564082532010-01-13T06:11:00.000-08:002010-01-13T06:14:25.744-08:00Herro...<div style="text-align: center;">My otherwise moderate-to-good mood was spoiled when I saw this:<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbXOu6z9rupQiG9cfeHJxQ5gyKouDkVgN4GFB3gOiuta0Pc5iycrCDmR09Bh9wxOxXCPjNuTf66TyAZTu-uZVx8E6ercGAjtoYTsJyfHdWVwInI1Vl1OEzqEZGO2-AD7MEuDTn09sAUiY/s1600-h/youretoolate.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbXOu6z9rupQiG9cfeHJxQ5gyKouDkVgN4GFB3gOiuta0Pc5iycrCDmR09Bh9wxOxXCPjNuTf66TyAZTu-uZVx8E6ercGAjtoYTsJyfHdWVwInI1Vl1OEzqEZGO2-AD7MEuDTn09sAUiY/s400/youretoolate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426227409108019074" border="0" /></a>Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-3254638365703298972009-09-16T16:30:00.000-07:002009-09-16T16:47:59.439-07:00Anyone there?I'm am probably the world's worst blogger because I NEVER update. Well, second worst....megaaaaaaaaaan (that's supposed to be read in the style of "gillyyyyyyyyyyyyy"). Now that I'm back, at least for now, I think I should clarify some things about my semi-recent posts:<br /><br />Anyone who<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXq8BundpKp41DZ2TLKN6Zzafc8l2hIRoMWKnavmd5sLgUABHWTgHCOOFy6251UPC-tKgkwYuPzM26xVL1W58rp3nFTb1x4hjopXsq8uNAnTn0tcnQZYqJitywx0OrCxLh1A2QbR76aNE/s1600-h/2070445571_ecf1562209.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXq8BundpKp41DZ2TLKN6Zzafc8l2hIRoMWKnavmd5sLgUABHWTgHCOOFy6251UPC-tKgkwYuPzM26xVL1W58rp3nFTb1x4hjopXsq8uNAnTn0tcnQZYqJitywx0OrCxLh1A2QbR76aNE/s200/2070445571_ecf1562209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382214546666264818" border="0" /></a> reads this knows that I'm, sadly, still hopelessly in love with Meggie. As usual, I've seen the errors in my ways and have a billion regrets. I can't do anything about it currently. I've taken all the steps that are possible as of right now. The result? Probably the best that I could hope to receive. Now all I can do is wait.<br /><br />School....ohhhhhhhhh, school. My appeal for internship was denied. I took the required Praxis and have to wait until January to Student Teach. It's easier to get a job in May anyway.<br /><br />Housing. I, currently, need a place to live. I'm thinking about moving in with a friend of mine. I doubt it'll be a problem, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOec_MVsNdzvkYmRftWidF73jfGcMcKCmBE3MiaLcn-p9LLuCH2Zgug4OVJ6UkQmnWBL9I42aK2D2qdFytifqAgKEhHIRppHlQmf0PX6gPonqYkpuxLwr4akajxKWi8Z1J13ULr_JOXNs/s1600-h/blueprint-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOec_MVsNdzvkYmRftWidF73jfGcMcKCmBE3MiaLcn-p9LLuCH2Zgug4OVJ6UkQmnWBL9I42aK2D2qdFytifqAgKEhHIRppHlQmf0PX6gPonqYkpuxLwr4akajxKWi8Z1J13ULr_JOXNs/s200/blueprint-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382216086590571794" border="0" /></a><br />Other news...I am loving The Blueprint III.Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-23323405495844534392009-08-26T01:53:00.000-07:002009-08-26T01:58:07.690-07:00Shut UpYes, I love her.<br /><br />No, I can't stop loving her.<br /><br />Yes, I support that she loves someone else.<br /><br />No, I've never met this 'someone else'<br /><br />No, I'm not willing to try to let her love anyone other that me<br /><br />I know that I'm less-than-desirableBig Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-39480322469617602032009-06-25T18:59:00.000-07:002009-06-25T19:22:50.813-07:00Daddy's Back...for nowHere's the skinny (or in my case, not-so-skinny):<br /><br />I'm working. If you wake up and ask yourself, "I wonder what Big Mike is doing?"..If you wanna go grab a bite to eat for lunch...If you just wanna call me and catch up....The answer is I'm working. Oh, and my cell phone has crapped out again. I know, I know. I break phones all the time. I'll get the problem fixed soon. Here's the deal about this job:<br /><ul><li>I work from 6am to whenever the boss says to go home. Monday thru Saturday. (sometimes Sunday)<br /></li><li>I get (as of 2 days ago) $9.00/hour</li><li>If I work more than 40 hours a week, I get time + 1/2. (Now $13.50)</li><li>I routinely work 60-70 hours a week.<br /></li><li>Ugh.</li></ul>I <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span>, however, find time to watch the first episode of The Real World: Cancun. Here's another bulleted list containing my thoughts:<br /><ul><li>CJ is a dreamboat. Even<span style="font-style: italic;"> I</span> would have sex with this man. Not surprising, I know. He's cool in my book though. He has a gf. I believe he will not cheat on her, even though he's already SLEPT in a female roommates bed. (He should have slept with Derek)</li><li>Joey is an ass. That's it. He's a creep.<br /></li><li>Derek is the only normal person in the house. I have a slight man-crush on him. Of course, he's gay.<br /></li><li>Emilee is too much. Too nice. Too sweet. Too much. She wants CJ even though he has a woman. No, Emilee.</li><li>Jasmine/Ayiiia are nothing to me....yet.<br /></li><li>Bronne is me. You know it. I know it. He got so drunk that he made out with a woman's MOTHER. He has little personality other than being a follower. I'm anxious to see this season so that Bronne can show me what I would be like on the RR.</li><li>I have saved Jonna for last on purpose. This damn girl. She has a bf at home. Listen to me closely: No she doesn't. She "started dating" this homely looking guy (to quote High Fidelity: "What I really learned from the whole Charlie Debacle is that you gotta punch your weight. Charlie was out of my Class: too pretty, too smart, too witty, too much. What am I? Average. A middleweight. Not the smartest guy in the world, but certainly not the dumbest.") before she got on the show so that she could be the drama queen that cheated on her significant other. She told Derek that she wouldn't. She will. I just hope it's not with CJ. Needless to say, I don't like this girl. As the adage goes: If she looks like a liar and she sounds like a liar, she's a slut.<br /></li></ul><div style="text-align: center;">PS: This song is on Repeat in my head lately.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vcK8mS4JCug&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vcK8mS4JCug&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div>Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-83085372746655436162009-05-27T21:39:00.000-07:002009-05-27T21:45:39.220-07:00Summertime UpdateI'm in Russellville. I'm poor. There's nothing to do. I'm looking for a job. That's what's been happening in my life.<br /><br />I recently have become addicted to Disc Golf. If you don't know what that is, look it up on YouTube. It looks nerdy, but it's SO fun.<br /><br />Other than that, I'm a loser. Nothing going on in my world. :(Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-68644762946752854492009-05-07T17:37:00.000-07:002009-05-07T17:41:28.681-07:00Follow UpI know that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Fayetteville</span> will be more fun. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Russellville</span> sucks. I know this. You know this. There is nothing to do, hence, nothing to spend my hard earned money on. With the money saved, I could purchase a much needed vehicle for my internship this fall. Basically, it's Fun vs Responsibility.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdfxc-lscNLlxPJN6iV_1JB_QL3gTjMpWpI523AG8sBm0PZ2ejBW0MJw2Bf30nZgA-FKJjwEW079H8bOoMI_L2-AsddDrL6MaYr_5arlVvFaPVFZdBl6Ly150M288v9bqGbpgRBHSjEAs/s1600-h/scales.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdfxc-lscNLlxPJN6iV_1JB_QL3gTjMpWpI523AG8sBm0PZ2ejBW0MJw2Bf30nZgA-FKJjwEW079H8bOoMI_L2-AsddDrL6MaYr_5arlVvFaPVFZdBl6Ly150M288v9bqGbpgRBHSjEAs/s200/scales.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333246723449344930" border="0" /></a>Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-50275485284078109512009-05-06T13:15:00.000-07:002009-05-06T13:37:46.131-07:00Clap Ya Hands Like This...Like THIS!<br /><br />The sun is out today. I don't know for how long, but Mikey likey. As for what's new with me, it's Finals Week at Arkansas Tech University. That means a couple of things. 1) I don't study. 2) My classes are at strange times during the day. 3) I get to stay up late for no reason. 4) The semester is almost over. 5) As a result of #4, I have to make a decision about my summer plans.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1NW1MRNCWH6UatChDH9VMA5TkgBZ3dPCxA4A5hh3NkDbp1BlZYIwNXsLa23m4IPqeY4e2qpL5okRiKKI-WhKrZnGrYOM04Mo_inHq_yYppTHXcpPpaNfXhOod3FCguyxW6VsHfc6RZng/s1600-h/volley-01.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1NW1MRNCWH6UatChDH9VMA5TkgBZ3dPCxA4A5hh3NkDbp1BlZYIwNXsLa23m4IPqeY4e2qpL5okRiKKI-WhKrZnGrYOM04Mo_inHq_yYppTHXcpPpaNfXhOod3FCguyxW6VsHfc6RZng/s200/volley-01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332812651801724386" border="0" /></a>I have narrowed it down to two options. I can either:<br /><ol><li>Maintain my residence in Russellville. Get a job (probably the shitty factory job that I used to have working nights). Try to save money. Try to lose weight. Play a shit-load of sand volleyball with friends. Orrrrrrrrrrr...<br /></li><li>Pretty much move to Fayetteville. Stay with Marshall and Lauren. Work behind the bar at Habibi like last summer. TRY to workout regularly, eat healthy, and lose weight. TRY NOT to spend all my money at restaurants and the mall. Play a shit-load of sand volleyball in the Fayetteville Summer Sand Volleyball League. Have tons of fun.<br /></li></ol>Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-19746302765147023372009-04-28T11:14:00.000-07:002009-04-28T11:45:55.299-07:00Came Up ShortAfter a looooooooong weekend in North Carolina, I regret to inform you that I am NOT a National Champion. As it turns out, there's only one winner, and we lost. Out of the 40 teams that were there, we finished 4th. An admirable finish, you say? Sure. Except for the fact that we had a legitimate chance of winning the whole she-bang-a-bang. There was only one team that was definitively better than us, and we didn't even get a chance to play them. Oh well, right?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisStvPlgmk7Byr_F73Hs7wKd2hVQFXr7zRajVWhBQtQJ-r-kKDiENI8kdyYgdFeMSsUmB3wHHPdgCIrE-3f49WSDLmhSvk5xlE3JXx_nYCFHrdkAW8StwZUb3KVGsYWJVNXO5aork8oDo/s1600-h/2641_1130401013249_1023930832_31047919_5543935_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisStvPlgmk7Byr_F73Hs7wKd2hVQFXr7zRajVWhBQtQJ-r-kKDiENI8kdyYgdFeMSsUmB3wHHPdgCIrE-3f49WSDLmhSvk5xlE3JXx_nYCFHrdkAW8StwZUb3KVGsYWJVNXO5aork8oDo/s320/2641_1130401013249_1023930832_31047919_5543935_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329812877671894082" border="0" /></a>We got to visit the Duke and UNC campuses. If you don't already know, I am a HUGE Duke Blue Devil fan, so the sight-seeing was the highlight of the trip for me. We shopped the Duke bookstore and bought several pieces of Duke apparel. Among the unreal parts of the trip: We got into Cameron Indoor Stadium (where Duke plays their games.) I walked on Coach K Court. I hung from the actual rims that they play on. I randomly ran into Duke Players Jon Scheyer, Greg Paulus, and Brian Zoubeck in the halls of Cameron. I got a picture with Greg Paulus. It was awesome. As for UNC's campus, their basketball arena was closed for renovations. I did, however, get to go through their basketball hall of fame museum. Yes, I was 6 inches away from Michael Jordan's UNC sneakers.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5kgKFirdRwV9mE-BtrXVUtTIdxLB4nylqbaJIWxOK-LhbHLhH-NgX9IqU0WGHjdTQM7SJUCVOicjRqyBLk7fOY65EmRM3eh5B-uiewBSScbCVWJHL16JqQZrLJdQGFbvTPtqW52hUw_M/s1600-h/michael-jordan-1982.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5kgKFirdRwV9mE-BtrXVUtTIdxLB4nylqbaJIWxOK-LhbHLhH-NgX9IqU0WGHjdTQM7SJUCVOicjRqyBLk7fOY65EmRM3eh5B-uiewBSScbCVWJHL16JqQZrLJdQGFbvTPtqW52hUw_M/s200/michael-jordan-1982.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329814449552051378" border="0" /></a><br /><br />All in all, it was a good trip. Yeah, it sucks that we lost, but we gave it a good run. I had a sweet trip, good times, tons of laughs, and great memories. I'll post some pics when I get them developed.<br /><br />PS: Dear Tall, Skinny Waitress from NC State Sports Bar,<br /><br />No, I don't have a girlfriend. Yes, I am tall and relatively muscular. Yes, I feel awkward when you touch my shoulders too many times. Yes, I won trivia. Yes, I am smarter than you. No, I will not call you. No, I will not text you. Yes, you should eat something, Ms. Skinny. Peace out.Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-66178356726013274052009-04-22T11:30:00.000-07:002009-04-22T11:46:45.138-07:004 Day Weekend Post<div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327585818583006914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvRCpaW4IYyZTWZy5wEN0nunkYZ2_nT1QPNGqSNkpakuFHxMs76pQFf1E9zGMbo4Fi58pWwUYrOm84gbzQLZuTwBl3l2pYXVN_afEzqPes9cN6uTRtXE3qcLrYGkIsU4_7yU6ZajTGeX4/s320/national_basketball_2.gif" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="left">Why do I have a four day weekend, you ask? Well, I get to wake up at 5 a.m and ride to Raleigh, NC tomorrow. I get to stay there until Sunday. Boo Yah. (or "Boosh," if you prefer) I get to hoop it up with the nation's best basketballers that AREN'T on a collegiate team. Let's hope that I can hold my own. </div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5mlE3OGx2tpooILeJjIWdGYc4iNs2dyi99WcvkvFRzy1n2y9weG1HA2Dihpjdz-KF-jyEFKFFHjpuSJ12fsSaMj95EvKYHvdNXRE30WLo_5V3sVuqOiio0m9j3AWkp8X5stW9kt2R-Es/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327588781702420578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5mlE3OGx2tpooILeJjIWdGYc4iNs2dyi99WcvkvFRzy1n2y9weG1HA2Dihpjdz-KF-jyEFKFFHjpuSJ12fsSaMj95EvKYHvdNXRE30WLo_5V3sVuqOiio0m9j3AWkp8X5stW9kt2R-Es/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a>On to other news, why haven't I posted more often? I have no real reason. Laziness. Lack of fun stuff. All of the above. I can tell you what I HAVE been doing: drinking too much. Why is it that when any one of my friends wants to chill out and drink, <span style="font-size:130%;"><em><strong>I</strong></em></span> always answer a loud, resounding, enthusiastic, "I'm IN!?" Ugh. Whether it be vodka/tonics at the house with JG, 50 cent drafts at the 40 with Chris, Lauren, and Trent, or Burnett's Sweet Tea Vodka/Arby's Sweet Tea in the hot tub, I have been getting all kinds of drunk on all kinds of days of the week for no reason. There'll be no getting drunk this weekend because of the basketball. There'll be no drinking during the week next week either. Next weekend, however? I'll probably be back on the wagon.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327588418271876226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMjbB6wqJXSXkHRFpwJCMs5VmnK6z_-ZvFs3ZTpKBDUY-yjQomQzl5qE69OfUTpgSs0rlrNqc6ysJsTQSVViAltFJjsi3h_b3_P-H-nRbmvcnbGqbZg1D4COWkhZG7OIDyB8nkrjiXftc/s400/carter_dunk_france_220.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Nothing could be more true </div><div align="center">than the E-card shown above. *sigh*<br /></div><br /><br /><br /></div>Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-3195710997088587832009-04-13T20:29:00.000-07:002009-04-13T20:35:28.307-07:00Quick, Late Night PostHere's the status quo:<ul><li>I'm tired from playing approximately 4 1/2 hours of basketball today.</li><li>I smell like a foot. Or ass. Or a foot that's been lodged deep, deep in an ass.</li><li>I want a shower.<br /></li><li>I want a post-shower Vodka and Tonic.</li><li>I'm quickly realizing how much I need a lady.</li><li>I'm quickly realizing how far I am getting from having a lady. </li><li>Pandora is hooking me up with "Didn't We Almost Have It All" by Whitney<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-7ERtApsmlGG7FQHCxhyx9l0rLtRS_uQ5L93M45VMY1BIt2R0IiZyeC42U8hJDzMuQlXW-E-FfJQBkNIICwrzjc_bKRR5_I0B2sk_eW23w6_nYoOm9gb0Xflf5CIglVoshmWC9PqCoM/s1600-h/lonely.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-7ERtApsmlGG7FQHCxhyx9l0rLtRS_uQ5L93M45VMY1BIt2R0IiZyeC42U8hJDzMuQlXW-E-FfJQBkNIICwrzjc_bKRR5_I0B2sk_eW23w6_nYoOm9gb0Xflf5CIglVoshmWC9PqCoM/s320/lonely.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324385475861030098" border="0" /></a></li></ul>Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-49123366304542933522009-04-09T07:36:00.001-07:002009-04-09T07:38:24.888-07:00Bonus Pic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgtxkQPqOsP17LyHhKLKnuTsTnad1B8JzBQJVKqzoBNOkoETzkppUCJ5UeUJ_9a7VNoalZ3G057NPKVvzXye3h632HknUj8mJorFivb7dV6ZzcyIZf8yjvEv1Q-oVlLs3qAZ9FbSBukmM/s1600-h/n1077366744_367861_4488316.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgtxkQPqOsP17LyHhKLKnuTsTnad1B8JzBQJVKqzoBNOkoETzkppUCJ5UeUJ_9a7VNoalZ3G057NPKVvzXye3h632HknUj8mJorFivb7dV6ZzcyIZf8yjvEv1Q-oVlLs3qAZ9FbSBukmM/s320/n1077366744_367861_4488316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322700923193552306" border="0" /></a>Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-72605924596576518732009-04-01T09:21:00.001-07:002009-04-01T09:34:37.529-07:00T-Town<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj845Xau9H1dMVWRp4LxtI3XkugoUXOF8Q-lWutATZRpwgMeBZXHGkAhuYGpoJ7OorWE_OSlzVuf1rj6KQY3ppvWJtVIyAUMUahyzmUQFNuhFIu4O-j1V6FuEf1NgMhmm1mfY69vDG1BU/s1600-h/Tampa3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj845Xau9H1dMVWRp4LxtI3XkugoUXOF8Q-lWutATZRpwgMeBZXHGkAhuYGpoJ7OorWE_OSlzVuf1rj6KQY3ppvWJtVIyAUMUahyzmUQFNuhFIu4O-j1V6FuEf1NgMhmm1mfY69vDG1BU/s320/Tampa3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319761905934157986" border="0" /></a>Gorgeous...everyday.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidqHEJP5d5Kay6R6c63JfdkrFi24_KQf0Vi4xhn6RdWkPZ2ykR15BEGVzCGBLfoFU5pzR383JhWBeqqgHbyUd-KgXhP1HfGcTrz9FD5PpGltxN84GZDT9cwr3bkUAnoIB1VIW7hkmUx7s/s1600-h/Tampa2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidqHEJP5d5Kay6R6c63JfdkrFi24_KQf0Vi4xhn6RdWkPZ2ykR15BEGVzCGBLfoFU5pzR383JhWBeqqgHbyUd-KgXhP1HfGcTrz9FD5PpGltxN84GZDT9cwr3bkUAnoIB1VIW7hkmUx7s/s320/Tampa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319760894486084738" border="0" /></a><br />Trav, Cavey, and me...Coronas are on special all summer long.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7HOWzOP-9O11Rc2eJq93XntG9-Lnikaw2rdPqAq3oH0XXwZuWe9eJOAysVedsuhFKduhbSIvlIY9x7OSpOsV-VTGFAgsLAQp-nIUo1HL91SvycYSp1Y3Cfm693eUWURgAAs75swgWmqQ/s1600-h/Tampa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7HOWzOP-9O11Rc2eJq93XntG9-Lnikaw2rdPqAq3oH0XXwZuWe9eJOAysVedsuhFKduhbSIvlIY9x7OSpOsV-VTGFAgsLAQp-nIUo1HL91SvycYSp1Y3Cfm693eUWURgAAs75swgWmqQ/s320/Tampa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319760826700235426" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Theme Night: Golf Pros and Tennis Hoes.<br />That's how we do it.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK3mONn2zQL5Rhvka0F8S4Bjx7PM7l87PnwbIHZhvvxMrVXYzVxoIY_1-fZFpqE5yam5phf9ncW3FjQtab4BorJ3JPSoHJL5lJ2fgrPgVp_TGyqvkP9QRTpOxKMW8pysk6sa6n7Gsapjw/s1600-h/2647_1083610690692_1239093990_30345607_2112753_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK3mONn2zQL5Rhvka0F8S4Bjx7PM7l87PnwbIHZhvvxMrVXYzVxoIY_1-fZFpqE5yam5phf9ncW3FjQtab4BorJ3JPSoHJL5lJ2fgrPgVp_TGyqvkP9QRTpOxKMW8pysk6sa6n7Gsapjw/s320/2647_1083610690692_1239093990_30345607_2112753_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319760685514202738" border="0" /></a><br />A little beach volleyball.<br /></div>Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-34405332616679867062009-03-19T10:30:00.000-07:002009-03-19T10:41:51.019-07:00Last Post Before FLORIDA!<div>I'm depressed. Well, depressed isn't the word. I'm kinda sad. No, that's not it either. In a blah mood? No, that doesn't cover it. Slightly perky. That doesn't envelop my emotions. Happy? Too generic. Excited? Not quite, but close. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Bouncing off the walls and pumped out of my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">friggin</span>' mind</span>? Bingo. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314955063052806130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE2bJ0GBFAksx9jTNp2SfMMTTkhVbkv6hYJThgI9g2KB554mI009udb0bl400gKu0w555IuMLvXh9oTWZUn9CbmAxFIs9U2S6TmNq6a_LzQpjcmcAy-rSkxjH6NYpW42zx7vrxgAyjY1U/s320/3262950231_5195e6ae0c.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div>In approximately 26 hours time, I will be on my way to the Sunshine State (Ah, Denver. GORGEOUS!). You can derive my emotions from my slightly sarcastic intro. School has been kicking my ass recently. I've been No-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Carb</span> dieting, which makes me even more crabby. Daddy is ready for a break. Rest and relaxation is gonna be great. Who am I kidding? We all know that I'm gonna stay out all night drinking, partying, possibly dancing, playing on the beach, eating any and everything that is in front of me, and all in all just living it up. I'll probably come home more tired than I am now. Probably 50 lbs heavier too. </div>Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-5994614496496857402009-03-16T09:08:00.000-07:002009-03-16T19:41:29.379-07:00Is It Worth It?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvRWZGxzI_qtSKbxdB3OYPk76Xs6pjRiNtrOnaBwFrRffnyWLaDXTPEyI_yEYYyFTSWgZhhKt6_OeaYkqealTyVNFmSjjkFXz5ukMqCtwKiXaEoTGLTy7Hchr-AOUD1ZLbzBaXNNvvAyc/s1600-h/lg_ward.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313821206986324738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvRWZGxzI_qtSKbxdB3OYPk76Xs6pjRiNtrOnaBwFrRffnyWLaDXTPEyI_yEYYyFTSWgZhhKt6_OeaYkqealTyVNFmSjjkFXz5ukMqCtwKiXaEoTGLTy7Hchr-AOUD1ZLbzBaXNNvvAyc/s320/lg_ward.jpg" border="0" /></a>Saint Patty's Day is nearly upon us, and guess what? No <span style="color:#33cc00;">green</span> beer for me this year. Moreover, no beer of ANY color for me this year. Tragic. My reasoning? Spring Break is less than a week away, and I plan to spend 80-90% my time on or near a beach. Hence, no shirt (Yeeeeah, hence). If you know me (and if you're reading my blog, you do), you know my "Shirt-Off Policy" all too well. I avoid being seen topless at all cost. This 7-Day span in March is a small exception to the rule. Beer + Me = Chubs. Chubs + Topless = Gross. Gross + Self Image = Tears. If I continue my diet and workout schedule, I predict that I can drop another 5-7 lbs by this weekend. It'll be SOOOOOOOO worth it.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Before</strong></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313823331160002946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJf-rcIg7d1bJ6bnMsot2LMo5h2PNZs1MQ8cw-h4myanuM_QhzIaSDwOwvPih_YpK4hmSV7G97b1Wu1kHWOhxlnkvAWVWYD6OOhFMIVfwevb90q1-retvJdfP9kkQiwZIDRXUHal4NzFE/s200/beer-belly-3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">After<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313823507737345346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoIQBaMVb1AnFFfWtakjRqzWKZWq5Q1sexinCYSBmQtgX_SkdGxwyReHuwolflv0R8MlrQYnBB5iQzFQuI_rIsTsFnpznUhimllUoIIMLIvXDsFqRslozYgz4prY53Ovjn_EbGUfPu4mw/s320/3716.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></div>Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7855758680690324485.post-33141052073903613302009-03-12T14:47:00.000-07:002009-03-12T15:15:47.380-07:00Clarification<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312424079850121122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuLZvxEjF0TUPC3eCreHYTSm7lS4gFMfvPquUqh41dtxLSAy9mGL-iqMm0ILWe4p02Qr8uZSNCiiIGnQ61lSIFTyTL5SgCm2WTfG-35zF6_Dmruxh32W-hO4rMI5EyIXBOZiyLUkCy9X4/s320/swagger-sort-of.jpg" border="0" />There has been some questions about my label choice on the last post. Here's where i got it and why I chose it: "Swagger Like Us." If you listen to it, a young man named Kanye West dropped the lyric, "How's it feel to wake up to be the shit AND the urine." I believe that he's trying to say that with his recent success, he has risen to levels higher than simply being "The Shit." To be witty and funny, he chose the line featured above. After beating ass in Mississippi, I felt like, all the sudden, we were/are the shit AND the urine.<br /><br /><br /><br />And yes, we get to go to Raleigh, NC for nationals at NC State.<br /><br /><div align="center">Famous Alumni include:</div><br /><div align="center">Senator John Edwards</div><div align="center">Coach Bill Cowher</div><div align="center">Comedian and Beard Enthusiast <a href="http://www.zachgalifianakis.com/main.htm"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Zack Galifianakis</span></a></div>Big Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15285758536890817285noreply@blogger.com4