Long Time Coming
Alrite, so first of all, the reason I haven't written in so long, is ______
With that being said, I know you've all missed me, so I'll try not to dissapoint. Two quick things worth noting:
1. I got my life fucked up tonight, so I'm a little wired. But I always seem to be wired when I write these, so no big deal.
2. I'm going to stay with the ramblings format until otherwise noted. It's just easier for me because it favors a lack of focus. Lightbulb? Ha, get it? Lack of focus, lightbulb. Yeah, that was brokeback, my bad.
2a. I'm slowly starting to use the term "Brokeback" instead of gay. As in Brokeback mountain, the movie about gay cowboys.
Here we go:
-First of all, I'm going out and making a bold prediction. Pitt will win Queen City. This is something I'm feelin real good about. When we went down to Clemson for our first tournament last year, I don't think we really expected to win and it just kind of happened. The odds were stacked against us then (lot of injuries and what not), and they're stacked against us here (we're a lot healthier than we were a few weeks ago, but Sean, Stu, Brent, Vatz, amongst others all have some sort of shit goin on). Not to mention, we faced Clemson in the finals last year. Clemson this year will be a Georgia/Michigan/NC State caliber team. Quite a difference. But I still think we're pullin this out. And maybe I'll even get to throw a few more hucks on universe point in the finals.
So why post this? Not really sure. Maybe someone will post it on RSD after the tourny if we win and itll give the ME some street cred. Maybe it's a confidence thing. Maybe I've just been thinking about it a lot and wanted to jot it down. Not really sure. One thing I do like the idea of though is looking back on this when we finish our season. It would have been really cool last year to look back and see I predicted us winning Clemson (this didnt actually happen, just sayin), and got a good chuckle out of it.
-Ok, so I'm in the middle of a Civil War right now, and I just won at Gettsyburg. That means absolutley nothing to all but like 3 people reading this. But here's all you need to know:
I have a history with a girl, its been a lot of ups and downs, and that doesnt do it justice. But anyway, night ended with a kiss goodnight, which was about the last thing I expected. Earlier in the night she also ate a piece of the omlette I spit out on her plate. I was chewing and a little piece flew out and she said if I did it again she'd punch me in the face. So naturally I spit out a pretty big chunk right on her plate (I'm charming, I know), which I later dared her to eat. Sure sounds like I found a real winner.
-Prior to this, I took a test in my Quantatative Methods class. Not only did I fail it, but in the middle of the test I realized I'd have to withdraw from the class because I was going to fail it so bad. I don't even know if I got into double figures. I shit you not.
-Pike. So J Dono sent me and Sean an email inviting us to play Club Terminus with them. This was a HUGE deal for me. Everyone knows about my Pike obessesion, so this gesture really hit home. Granted playing Pike wouldn't be the same without Walt and Jaeger around, but it'd still be a pretty cool experience. I'd get a hella lot better playing with those guys, I'm a big Jersey pride type of person so that aspect is cool, I'd get to spend a lot more time with Billy Kieffer, which is awesome, Club Nationals sounds like its a neat little tournament, and I think I'd actually be able to help out the team. I had no intention of ever playing club again after the mess that was last year with Burgh, but this has me rethinking a bit, so we'll see how it goes.
-Speaking of people no longer with Pike, I helped put an end to Juggernaut's 45 game win streak last week. We played pretty well and were definatly the better team that night, but those guys still impressed me. Not to mention, a 45 game win streak is pretty ridiculous when you think about it. I also like playing against them (Weas, Stu, Marky, Bourland, etc), as its theyre all classy and play hard, so its pretty enjoyable. Is this paragraph here because Weasel said I'm his favorite blog to read? Probably. But I did actually mean what I wrote there, and look forward to rockin the Blaze jersey and kickin their asses again in finals.
-So speaking of Weasel, you HAVE to go up and talk to him about Michella. He turns into like a kiddy 7th grader who just saw a set of boobs for the first time. It's priceless, and I don't think itll ever get old.
-OK, drift off time real quick. I want to talk about a theory I discussed I came up with with the aforementioned girl at EatnPark tonight. I think popeye raped Olive Oyl at some point or another in their lives. PS, I couldn't remember Olive Oyl's name, so I asked our waitress, and she not only told me, but said she was talking about Popeye the other day. Kinda weird. I have another story like that, I'll put it after this theory. This all routes back to my belief that spinach is evil, and warns you with its bad taste (loosely based off a theory from the Simpsons). With that being said, Popeye downed spinach like it was his job, which makes him strong, and evil. Olive Oyl, meanwhile, just sat in the middle of Popeye and Frankie (I forgot the other dudes name, so I just call him Frankie), waited to see who would win, and went home with him, but never put out, because she was always in the middle again next time. Brokeback as shit. But anyway, you know Popeye got frustrated with this. That cartoon went on for more than 50 years, and she always pulled her shit, stayin in the middle to see who would come out on top. Well frankly, I think thats bullshit. And I'm sure popeye agreed. After all those years of her being a stupid bitchwhore, don't you think its possible he just got frustrated afer a while? Especially since the spinach made him evil, and he could do it so easily because he was so strong. Stupid bitchwhore+frustration+spinach+evil=rape. Yeah, your thinking about it, and you agree. I know, you don't have to tell me.
-Ok, other weird story. So there's this girl in my econ of china class that me and Vatz refer to as "Blue Shirt" because the first day of class she wore a blue shirt. So we were trying to get her attention, and he called her blue shirt, but that didn't work. Then he called her Dannon water, because she had a bottle of Dannon water, and that didn't work. So then I told him he should just call her Emily or something and she'd respond and you could just say you took a guess because she looked like an Emily. So he said Hey Emily, and she turned around, and we both just kinda freaked out and asked if her name was actually Emily and she said it was. Of all the fuckin names in the world, what are the odds that I actually guessed that right? Crazy...
-Ok, so the Super Bowl. First of all let me address the bandwagon Steeler fan accusations. They are kinda true, but theres more to it. First of all, I'm a Cowboys fan, so I had no soul to begin with. This makes me free to do whatever I want. Here's the thing about Pittsburgh sports teams. Theyre all very lovable. You just cant help but root for them. This got taken to a new level with the Steelers as the playoff run went on. After the AFC championship game and I got to riot for the first time in my life, I was rooting for two things in the Super Bowl. A Pittsburgh win, and more rioting. I got both, and it was fuckin awesome. So if this lowers your respect level for me, than that's cool. I can't say it's something I was thrilled about eihter. But frankly, when I was wasted out of my mind surrounded by thousands of drunk people lighting shit on fire and flipping cars Sunday night, I didn't really give a shit what anyone thought about me, and it was the coolest night of my life. The city just came alive in a way I've never seen during the playoff run. Is it wrong that I jumped ship, got to celebrate rioting and at the parade, and felt like my team won when they won? Its possible. But it was a hell of a ride. So thank you to the City of Pittsburgh and the Pittsburgh mutherfuckin Steelers.
-So I've had a bunch of music comments in my last few posts. Right now I'm listenting to Ben Folds, which is kinda normal. I've also been on a Jimmy Eat World kick, and have been doing a lot of Stones and Beatles latley. Plus a "Wild Horses" cover done by the Sundays which I really like. So somewhere hidden in all that teenie bopper pop, their is a half decent taste. Well at least there was, until I just put on "Girl on TV" by LFO. And yes, I know all the words to this song.
-Ok, so I spent more time writing this than I wanted to, so I guess I "blew my load" as our buddy Hotballs Johnson from the comments section wrote. I'm assuming you're Tim Johnson, but if not thats cool too. If people who read/comment want to say who they are I think that'd be kinda cool, but I won't hold it against ya either way. Who knows, maybe you'll get a Weasel style shout out if ya speak up though. Plus it would make me feel pretty damn good about myself if I started seeing some big names in the comments section. This means you Walt and Jaeger. But yeah, I'm done for now, I'll try and put together a Queens City victory post when we get back from Charlotte.
Hugs and Kisses to All.
Passionate Kisses.
With lots of tongue.
-Josh
Alrite, so first of all, the reason I haven't written in so long, is ______
With that being said, I know you've all missed me, so I'll try not to dissapoint. Two quick things worth noting:
1. I got my life fucked up tonight, so I'm a little wired. But I always seem to be wired when I write these, so no big deal.
2. I'm going to stay with the ramblings format until otherwise noted. It's just easier for me because it favors a lack of focus. Lightbulb? Ha, get it? Lack of focus, lightbulb. Yeah, that was brokeback, my bad.
2a. I'm slowly starting to use the term "Brokeback" instead of gay. As in Brokeback mountain, the movie about gay cowboys.
Here we go:
-First of all, I'm going out and making a bold prediction. Pitt will win Queen City. This is something I'm feelin real good about. When we went down to Clemson for our first tournament last year, I don't think we really expected to win and it just kind of happened. The odds were stacked against us then (lot of injuries and what not), and they're stacked against us here (we're a lot healthier than we were a few weeks ago, but Sean, Stu, Brent, Vatz, amongst others all have some sort of shit goin on). Not to mention, we faced Clemson in the finals last year. Clemson this year will be a Georgia/Michigan/NC State caliber team. Quite a difference. But I still think we're pullin this out. And maybe I'll even get to throw a few more hucks on universe point in the finals.
So why post this? Not really sure. Maybe someone will post it on RSD after the tourny if we win and itll give the ME some street cred. Maybe it's a confidence thing. Maybe I've just been thinking about it a lot and wanted to jot it down. Not really sure. One thing I do like the idea of though is looking back on this when we finish our season. It would have been really cool last year to look back and see I predicted us winning Clemson (this didnt actually happen, just sayin), and got a good chuckle out of it.
-Ok, so I'm in the middle of a Civil War right now, and I just won at Gettsyburg. That means absolutley nothing to all but like 3 people reading this. But here's all you need to know:
I have a history with a girl, its been a lot of ups and downs, and that doesnt do it justice. But anyway, night ended with a kiss goodnight, which was about the last thing I expected. Earlier in the night she also ate a piece of the omlette I spit out on her plate. I was chewing and a little piece flew out and she said if I did it again she'd punch me in the face. So naturally I spit out a pretty big chunk right on her plate (I'm charming, I know), which I later dared her to eat. Sure sounds like I found a real winner.
-Prior to this, I took a test in my Quantatative Methods class. Not only did I fail it, but in the middle of the test I realized I'd have to withdraw from the class because I was going to fail it so bad. I don't even know if I got into double figures. I shit you not.
-Pike. So J Dono sent me and Sean an email inviting us to play Club Terminus with them. This was a HUGE deal for me. Everyone knows about my Pike obessesion, so this gesture really hit home. Granted playing Pike wouldn't be the same without Walt and Jaeger around, but it'd still be a pretty cool experience. I'd get a hella lot better playing with those guys, I'm a big Jersey pride type of person so that aspect is cool, I'd get to spend a lot more time with Billy Kieffer, which is awesome, Club Nationals sounds like its a neat little tournament, and I think I'd actually be able to help out the team. I had no intention of ever playing club again after the mess that was last year with Burgh, but this has me rethinking a bit, so we'll see how it goes.
-Speaking of people no longer with Pike, I helped put an end to Juggernaut's 45 game win streak last week. We played pretty well and were definatly the better team that night, but those guys still impressed me. Not to mention, a 45 game win streak is pretty ridiculous when you think about it. I also like playing against them (Weas, Stu, Marky, Bourland, etc), as its theyre all classy and play hard, so its pretty enjoyable. Is this paragraph here because Weasel said I'm his favorite blog to read? Probably. But I did actually mean what I wrote there, and look forward to rockin the Blaze jersey and kickin their asses again in finals.
-So speaking of Weasel, you HAVE to go up and talk to him about Michella. He turns into like a kiddy 7th grader who just saw a set of boobs for the first time. It's priceless, and I don't think itll ever get old.
-OK, drift off time real quick. I want to talk about a theory I discussed I came up with with the aforementioned girl at EatnPark tonight. I think popeye raped Olive Oyl at some point or another in their lives. PS, I couldn't remember Olive Oyl's name, so I asked our waitress, and she not only told me, but said she was talking about Popeye the other day. Kinda weird. I have another story like that, I'll put it after this theory. This all routes back to my belief that spinach is evil, and warns you with its bad taste (loosely based off a theory from the Simpsons). With that being said, Popeye downed spinach like it was his job, which makes him strong, and evil. Olive Oyl, meanwhile, just sat in the middle of Popeye and Frankie (I forgot the other dudes name, so I just call him Frankie), waited to see who would win, and went home with him, but never put out, because she was always in the middle again next time. Brokeback as shit. But anyway, you know Popeye got frustrated with this. That cartoon went on for more than 50 years, and she always pulled her shit, stayin in the middle to see who would come out on top. Well frankly, I think thats bullshit. And I'm sure popeye agreed. After all those years of her being a stupid bitchwhore, don't you think its possible he just got frustrated afer a while? Especially since the spinach made him evil, and he could do it so easily because he was so strong. Stupid bitchwhore+frustration+spinach+evil=rape. Yeah, your thinking about it, and you agree. I know, you don't have to tell me.
-Ok, other weird story. So there's this girl in my econ of china class that me and Vatz refer to as "Blue Shirt" because the first day of class she wore a blue shirt. So we were trying to get her attention, and he called her blue shirt, but that didn't work. Then he called her Dannon water, because she had a bottle of Dannon water, and that didn't work. So then I told him he should just call her Emily or something and she'd respond and you could just say you took a guess because she looked like an Emily. So he said Hey Emily, and she turned around, and we both just kinda freaked out and asked if her name was actually Emily and she said it was. Of all the fuckin names in the world, what are the odds that I actually guessed that right? Crazy...
-Ok, so the Super Bowl. First of all let me address the bandwagon Steeler fan accusations. They are kinda true, but theres more to it. First of all, I'm a Cowboys fan, so I had no soul to begin with. This makes me free to do whatever I want. Here's the thing about Pittsburgh sports teams. Theyre all very lovable. You just cant help but root for them. This got taken to a new level with the Steelers as the playoff run went on. After the AFC championship game and I got to riot for the first time in my life, I was rooting for two things in the Super Bowl. A Pittsburgh win, and more rioting. I got both, and it was fuckin awesome. So if this lowers your respect level for me, than that's cool. I can't say it's something I was thrilled about eihter. But frankly, when I was wasted out of my mind surrounded by thousands of drunk people lighting shit on fire and flipping cars Sunday night, I didn't really give a shit what anyone thought about me, and it was the coolest night of my life. The city just came alive in a way I've never seen during the playoff run. Is it wrong that I jumped ship, got to celebrate rioting and at the parade, and felt like my team won when they won? Its possible. But it was a hell of a ride. So thank you to the City of Pittsburgh and the Pittsburgh mutherfuckin Steelers.
-So I've had a bunch of music comments in my last few posts. Right now I'm listenting to Ben Folds, which is kinda normal. I've also been on a Jimmy Eat World kick, and have been doing a lot of Stones and Beatles latley. Plus a "Wild Horses" cover done by the Sundays which I really like. So somewhere hidden in all that teenie bopper pop, their is a half decent taste. Well at least there was, until I just put on "Girl on TV" by LFO. And yes, I know all the words to this song.
-Ok, so I spent more time writing this than I wanted to, so I guess I "blew my load" as our buddy Hotballs Johnson from the comments section wrote. I'm assuming you're Tim Johnson, but if not thats cool too. If people who read/comment want to say who they are I think that'd be kinda cool, but I won't hold it against ya either way. Who knows, maybe you'll get a Weasel style shout out if ya speak up though. Plus it would make me feel pretty damn good about myself if I started seeing some big names in the comments section. This means you Walt and Jaeger. But yeah, I'm done for now, I'll try and put together a Queens City victory post when we get back from Charlotte.
Hugs and Kisses to All.
Passionate Kisses.
With lots of tongue.
-Josh
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