Sorry about the delay...

Finals became slightly more important than blogging. I actually had a question to post, but now I forget what I wanted to say. Whatever, I don't feel like writing about hockey or Canada right now. So I'm just going to leave you with a well wish for a good week, no matter what religious holiday you celebrate, I think everyone should have a good week this week.




Oh, PS go check out my favorite band. Their are from Dover, Ohio. They are really awesome and their debut album is coming out and everyone should check it out!!!

Waiting... Watching.... Hoping...

So I'm wide awake, and I'm totally screwed because tomorrow is such a busy day. However, I did not start this blog to bitch about my insomnia. Instead, I will attempt to explain my odd love of the classic 1987 movie, The Princess Bride.
Now, I'm sure many of you realize that the two most girl-y words in the world are listed in the title, princess and bride. It's part of the plot, but not strictly limited to the female-oriented genre, better know as a chick flix. With pirates, revenge, giants, swamps, and to-death sword fights, it surpasses the title's initial impression.
But the point of this post is not to convince you watch this movie, it is more to explain why I basically live my life by this movie For, you see, just over a year ago I was on what I thought was a typical vacation. I had made some friends, got to see some old ones, and had my life changed forever. It is safe to say that this guy had no idea what he was getting himself into when he started quoting a scene from The Princess Bride. No one in the room knew what it was from but me. The situation wasn't helped by the fact that I slightly fancied this guy without knowledge of his impressive movie tastes. From that moment on, I devoted myself to memorizing the movie, word for word, hoping that if I ever saw this guy again, maybe fate was sending me a message.
The next six months were not spent in vain, because when I returned to our vacation spot, this guy was there. He was still as gorgeous as I remembered him, and this time I had the movie memorized front and back, as well as other movies he liked. I wasn't forcing myself in to being something he wanted, I was just expanding my horizons. It worked thought. He was all mine for a week, but vacation is vacation and it does end. So did my week of staring at this perfect guy.
But instead of taking it like any normal person, I had to find the similarities in my life to The Princess Bride. Part of the girl area of the movie was that lovers were separated and they had to wait five years before life brought them back together. I believe that life is going to make us wait five years before we can be together. I did the math and everything. I was 17 a year ago, plus 5 years would make me just shy of 22 years old. I would be out of college and hopefully finding my way back to this guy.
My friends think I'm crazy, and I'm pretty sure I am, but I don't see the harm in it. I'm not sitting on my ass waiting for this guy. I look and hope to keep my options open. If in 5 years I'm single and I run into this guy, then I know that movie was right and fate wanted this to happen. Until then I'm content with life as is.

Next post will be on hockey or Canada.... can't wait!

6th Months Later...

So I know that it has been over 6th months, and I'm sorry. I've moved, started a job, and started college, lfe got busy and I forgot about this blog. So I'm back, I promise that I'll start regularly posting again. Maybe even more frequently. But on with the actual post....

In honor of Thanksgiving, I'm giving my unorthodox list of things I am thankful for.

1.) New Jersey, because without it Tony Soprano and every other stereotype would be without a home.
2.) Hockey, because hundreds of Canadians would have to sit around and stare at frozen over ponds.
3.) My friends, because without them so much of life would go over my head unexplained.
4.) My family, because without them my life would be boring and uneventful.
5.) Bandaids, because without them I would be dead.
6.) PointsInCase.com, otherwise without this website, I would have to pay attention in class and do homework in reasonable time.
7.) Paste, because it's fun, duh.
8.) Canada, because it will supply me with my future husband. Plus I'm fake Canadian, too.
9.) German boys, because without them my life would be drama-free.
10.) The Princess Bride, because without that movie I would have nothing to guide my life by.

So that's it. 10 things, obviously I'm thankful for the basic things. Living in America, my freedom, that people are willing to fight for our freedom, and other things along those lines, but my list is of things people forget about sometimes. Over the next posts I will explain the influence of hockey, Canada, and The Princess Bride, so maybe people will understand the logic behind my actions.

The Greatest Fan Ever...

I've wanted Ottawa to win the Stanley Cup for most of the playoffs. Now I have a reason, this man:
80 Years Later...

It Never Gets Old...

You know whats a funny phrase?

Canadian Mountie






I should probibly grow up.

Just a Thought From a Cow-Poke...

If you live in Oregon, do you play Oregon Trail? Like honestly is it fun? Because it seem like all you do is set up a trail to go to your backyard. That doesn't seem like fun. So I of course I called my faithful answer man ((god he needs a new name)), Taylor. It just so happens that Taylor lives in Oregon and he informed me that they did play Oregon Trail when he was younger and that it was fun because it ended in an Oregon that no longer exists. I'm figuring he meant that Oregon is no longer a backwards fronteer, not that Oregon floated away.

I'm Just a Girl and Life is a Nightmare

I thought once I left my awkward teenage years, things would change. Granted, I'm still considered a "teen", but I don't think I'm still awkward. I've finally stopped growing, I know who I am and who I want to be, but somethings never change. No matter how much I work and wish, I feel like I'm getting no where.
I'm sure many girls feel like this, but I don't ever see it. Everything in life seems good, you got a great group of friends that you always hang out with, and it includes some really amazing guys. And of course you fall for one of them. Harboring this secret for days/weeks (depending on who you are), you plan your move.
Then outta the blue, its "Oh (insert friend's name) meet (your name goes here), she's a really great friends. She's one of the guys." Granted actual conversation might not be like that, but the sentiment is still the same.
Hell, some days its to the point where, in the middle of a flag football game, I scream out "I"M A GIRL!" Usually this occurs because a girl has to touch the ball at least once every four downs. People really do forget that I'm a girl.
I have to laugh though because it would be mighty hard to confuse me with a guy. Okay, so my height is a bit tall for a girl (5'10"), but the rest of me is all female. Long blonde hair, light green eyes, decent size chest (34DD), I have to say its hard think I'm a guy.
One day, I decided to attempt to fix this problem. I'm normally a jeans and tee shirt (usually band tee shirt) type girl, but I decided to allow my super-effeminate to "dress" me. She picked out this really frilly top and did my make up and hair. By the end, I felt like a geisha girl, but according to her I looked amazing. Let's just say, I'm never doing that again. Half way though the outting (which, by the way, was a CBA hockey game), I got up and changed my shirt in to a Penguins tee, scrubbed my face, and slipped on my Converse.
So far, nothing's changed. I'm still one of the guys. And I was just reminded a few weeks ago, when my lastest flame was talking to one of his customers. I almost cried on the spot. And until today, when, for some reason, I put on the radio, I heard this song called Teardrops On My Guitar. Normally, I would change the station or turn on a CD, but the 1st few lines made me stay. And as I sat there, listening to this woman spill her heart out, I realized that she captured how I feel. So here is a copy of the lyrics:

Teardrops On My Guitar
by Taylor Swift

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see
What I want and I need and
Everything that we should be

I'll bet she's beautiful
That girl he talks about
And she's got everything
That I have to live without
Drew talks to me, I laugh cause its just so funny
That I can't even see anyone when he's with me
He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night

CHORUS
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishin on a wishin star
He's the song in the car I keep singing,
Don't know why I do

Drew walks by me
Can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She better hold on tight,
And give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes
know she's lucky cause

CHORUS
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishin on a wishin' star
He's the song in the car I keep singing,
Don't know why I do

So I'll drive home alone,
As I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one that's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do
He's the time taken up
But there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into

Drew looks at me
I fake a smile so he won't see...

Yeah, it's cheesy but it's how I feel, and isn't this, after all, an electronic diary?

DTS for MDW

Every year, like clock work, the denizens of New Jersey flock south for Memorial Day Weekend. This year it was no different. At 12:05 Thursday afternoon, the senior parking lot cleared out. Only a handful remained in school. By Friday, only underclassmen were left in the hell hole known as High School.
By passing the first few beaches, high school kids and college kids head straight for the promised land, Seaside. The grossest, Guido infested beach you will ever see is Seaside. In its heyday, it was an amazing place, but it has since fallen. Sirens can be heard at all hours of the day, as well as drunken brawls and shouts.
Because of this, many have opted to travel even further south, Wildwood. Formerly stuck in the 1950's, Wildwood is currently resurfacing as the new place to be. With fewer people willing to make the drive, its almost guaranteed that there will be few people you know. The down side, there aren't as many clubs and the cops are a little stricter because its stil a "family place".
For me, Wildwood has always been associated with happy memories, until this year. Where we stay is kinda, let me try to put this nicely, a little out of most people in our area's price range. Or so we though...
Upon my arrival to Wildwood, I have encountered so many people I know, I really don't want to come back next year. My vacation time is to get away from those people, and they are right in my backyard, again! Never have I been against their ways, but it does get tiring. I don't drink, smoke, or use drugs; I'm always the odd man out. I happen to like it like that too, because so many of them I just don't like. But to be on vacation and have to see them? That's just not fair!
What happened to the good old times of the 3 Bs? Baseball, BBQ, and Backyard Parties? Its now turned into a giant drunkfest.
Its no longer fun. Its no longer about being thankful for the men and women who risked their lives in war for us. Its become a competition to be the tannest, drunkest, sluttiest one out on the beach. How could we forget, about these people who are fighting and who have fought, so quickly?

The Funny Post of the Day...

So because we are giant losers in track, we constantly need to be entertained. Today's form of entertainment was a condom. Now, don't get the wrong idea. There was no sort of mischief going on, it was all harmless pranks. We filled it with ice and flung it around the bus. Some people freaked out because they had no idea what was going on. Everyone was screaming and jumping up everytime it landed next to/on them. After a while we got bored with the ice, so we hung it out the window and watched people walk by. Not many people notice, but the few who did were shocked and confused. It started to rain and we decided to bring in our now deformed condom. Looking for a new spin on our first game, we poked a hole in the condom and squeezed some hand lotion into it. Mixing the water and hand lotion gave it a very nice, ummmm, appearance. This new concotion provide tons of entertainment, until the condom broke. Of course it would have been more entertaining if the condom was filled with the real thing, but hand lotion and water gave us plenty of entertainment.


Oh yeah, I have a new puppy. I'll get pictures later...

Star Light, Star Bright, First Star I See Tonight...

So my posts have been lax lately. Life has been pretty hecktic, and my spelling has suddenly become horrible too. My emotions begain to crumble, and I've been really confused as to who I can trust. I'm slowly beginning to realize that certain friends aren't really my friends, and I don't know how much I can tell them. But over the past week I realized something, there are three people that I can tell anything to.

My sister is truely my support system. There is not a day that goes by where I don't call her for a laugh or a story. Some days I wish she was closer and I could just throw my arms around her and hug her. She means the world to me. I don't know what I would do without her.

Her boyfriend is another one. I've never met him, but we talk a lot. He entertains me and makes me feel like there is hope. Hope that I can get outta high school without going insane. We aren't super close, but he's a great alternative for when my sister isn't around. And he really loves my sisters, which is always a good thing.

The final person that helps me is my own Cap't Jack. I only met him a few months ago, but he's great. He gives me the confidence I need some days. And I'm sure I've reached the point where he's like, Okay I get it, but please give it a rest... but honestly he will never understand how much more of a better person I've become thanks to him.

Theres never a day that goes by that I don't think of these three people and thank God that I know them, and that they are my friends. Somedays it upsets me that people that are closer in proximity to me are not better friends, but then I remember that I rather have my friends live all over the country, than to never have met them.


Yes, this is a long rambling post, but its more for me than anyone else. So I'm sorry if you wanted to be entertained.

Bye- Bye Playoff Beards

Okay, so I finally decided to admit that the NY Rangers' season is over. With the conclusion of the season comes the freshly shaved legs. For those in the know, basicly thats no one, I decided since I cannot grow a beard, I would refuse to shave my legs until we lost or won the Cup. Its been a long journey. Track and spring break have conencied with this adventure, and the out come has been intersting. Many people were grossed out, while others were simply amazed that I had that sort of conviction. My friend Andy, who enjoys touching my legs, only saw me for the beginning portion, so he was lucky. Others who run track with me were not so lucky, and are over-joyed with my freshly shaved legs. Thankfully, hockey playoffs are winding down, and there is a whole nother year before I re-embark on this quest. One of these years, maybe I'll actually get to go until the Game 7. (Hahaha, wow that really is wishful thinking. Not until we get rid of Jagr and reconstruct the team, will that ever happen)

Not for Sale

So yesterday I went for my freshman course selection at Rutgers. I had the time of my life doing the most boring useless stuff. We sat around in giant lecture halls listening to all of these Deans talk about us picking classes, planning our lives, and basicly scaring the crap out of us. But in the middle of all of this, we were dragged outside for lunch. I was fully expecting to have 20 minutes of freedom, but we had over 2hours to hang out in the quad with all of the upper-classmen. They played games with us, answered any of our questions, and were are proverbial North Stars. Any fear that I had was immediatly put at ease by them, it was the greatest feeling in the world.
Now, I've known for a while that I can't wait to get out of high school, but this was just the frosting on the cake. Never have I felt more welcome in my life.
I've gone four years sticking out like a sore thumb. But here, I felt like I fit. I've never felt better.
But at the risk of sounding like a loon, I'm gonna end this and leave you with what my mother said:
"You've spent the last four years selling yourself, go have fun."
I've never laughed so hard in my life.....

Plain and Simple

I'm not a difficult person to understand; I'm not elusive or particularly aloof. Basicly I am just me. The only problem is, not many people know me. The sad part is people think they know me and are quick to judge me. Many of my actions are taken out of context (can actions be taken out of context or just words?), and they might not seem appropriate if the whole sequence is not view. Confusing? Maybe, but it's me. So to prevent this confusion I've made a little list:
1.) Yes, I'm 5'10". I really don't care any more. I don't notice how tall I am until a dipshit like you points it out. And if you are doing the math, most of my heels make me 6'1".
2.) I speak my mind. There's no way in hell I'm dumbing myself down for anyone. If I have a logical opinion, and I feel strongly about the topic, my thoughts will be heard.
3.) I am from Jersey. No, I don't talk like I'm from the Sopranos or like I'm from Joysie. Please don't lump me in with the few idiots who think the represent Jersey.
4.) Yeah, I'm a blonde. No, I'm not stupid.
5.) Yeah, I've got a chest. Yes, they really are real. No, you can't touch them. No, I'm not a Hooters Girl/Stripper.
6.) My best friend might as well be my sister. I know thats such a girl thing to say, but she is the 1st person that I'm truely myself around and can trust 100%.
7.) Hockey means the world to me. I am a die-hard Ranger fan. And yes, I know. I have heard the chants, "'94 NEVER MORE!", "I DON'T WANNA BE A CHICKEN, I DON'T WANNA BE A DUCK, THE RANGERS SUCK!" Go ahead, chant them as much as you want. When it begins to annoy me, you'll know. My left fist will make friends with your jaw.
8.) Yes, you read correctly. I'm left handed, hence the title, LEFT/Write.
9.) I try to embrace my "feminimity", but there's nothing I love more than a going out in jeans and a tee shirt and watching some football or hockey.
10.) You can dress me up, put me in a dress, do whatever you want. But at the end of the day, I'm still me. I still am the intelligent-hockey/football obessed- Hemingway/Gaudio/DeGraaf/Sullivan geek- that can burp the alphabet until the cows come home kind of girl.

Yeah that's basicly me. 10 simple bullets. I told you it was nothing hard.

I've Got the Golden Ticket

I have 3 words for you...



Berries and Cream


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wYX_zhlTDr8

A Moment of Silence

So I really have nothing to say. I just read someones blog and found this link, http://dugout.progressiveboink.com/archive/jon115.html
If you are any sort of a human being you will read this out of respect for Josh Hancock.

Josh Hancock
4/11/1978- 4/29/2007

Trademark Taken= Wyld Stallyn

Never have I felt the need to talk someone in to listening to the band that I currently love. I just don’t think I need to force them to listen to the band. I feel that the pressure would just immerse them further into this entertainment driven type of society we live in, not that I object to living like this; its just excessive some days. I was fully planning on keeping my rule, until this past November.
You see, I was on vacation, and being the person I am, I like to meet new people. One day, I was ordering my lunch, and a really attractive guy gets in line behind me. Never one to pass up an opportunity to flirt, I asked him if he wanted to join my friends and me for lunch. He politely declined, something I’ve never experienced before (I’m from New Jersey), and went to join his younger brother.
Later on that day, I saw him again and decided to just talk with him and I discovered that he has a band called Trademark Taken. Right a way I was interested. The rest of the vacation I wondered what they sounded like. After many hours of pondering, the taxi pulled up in front of the house and I was able to experience their music.
To say that Trademark Taken is good is an understatement, to say that they are anything but amazing is like saying Nirvana had no influence over music. The sound that was coming out of my speakers was like an orgasm for my ears.
Not content with being a whine-y punk or emo band, Trademark Taken breaks all expectations. While most bands are starting to use titles that might as well be a novel, Trademark Taken uses titles that reflect what the song really conveys. Dial Tone, Memory, Broken Road, and Mass Hysteria are just some of the songs available on their website. I would love to discuss each song in detail, but I don’t want this piece turning into something by Leo Tolstoy. I will, however, give you this: you will never listen to a dial tone the same way ever again.
If the lyrical poetry that is spouted from their mouths is something that could make the Gods bow down, then the notes that pour out of their instruments could make those same Gods cry. I’m no musical expert. I played the flute for a few year when I was younger, but that’s it, so I really can’t go into great detail about the technical stuff. All I know is that Trademark Taken has the ability to do what Wyld Stallyns (quick go look them up on IMDB.com) did in 1991.
I can tell you that I thought the ability to spot quality music was something everyone had, but obviously not everyone can. The crap that pollutes our radio stations and MTV needs to go, now. There is so many better bands that are grossly ignored. This is why I’m imploring, no, I’m begging people to listen to the music that is coming from your speakers.
To my dismay, Trademark Taken’s headquarters is in Oregon, all the way across the country, for the readers who don’t look at a map too often. Because I am stuck in New Jersey without a car, seeing Trademark Taken perform is nothing more than a pipe dream. So as sort of a way to support their efforts, I recently dedicated my Myspace to them and am now writing this article.
So please, next time you are just looking for something to do, go to their Myspace page, http://www.myspace.com/trademarktaken. Just take a few minutes, listen to the music as it envelops you, and try to appreciate what they’ve managed to do. They’ve been able to a.) give you ears an orgasm and b.) not be super-cliched, actually there are no cliches, while ear-fucking you. And if your ever in the Portland area, stop by and watch them perform; I promise, it will be an amazing experience.

To Fart Or Not To Fart

So being trapped in the car with my brother makes us think about the weirdest topics. We are easily bored, and its us, so strange thoughts are the norm. This time around, the topic was different types of farts. After much back and forth, debating and pondering each type of fart carefully, we compiled a list.
The subtle complexities of a fart could not be over looked. Granted there are tons of different factors that go into one’s fart, but the general idea is that they all need to be judged on a certain scale. Their sounds, their smells, what causes farts, and when they usually occur were all thought about while compiling this list. My brother even tested out a few, whether they were intentional or accidental is a whole-nother thought.
Once we were done compiling the list, we decided that this conversation was deemed necessary for the PIC readers to know about. These 10 farts are the most common, and easily recognizable to the untrained ear and nose.
THE CLASSIC FART
Its characteristics:
The classic fart usually has a slight odor. Its not room filling, but perfectly respectable. It is just audible for those near you to hear. There is a tiny build up internally, and you usually can sense its formation.
Where it occurs:
This fart is an anytime, anywhere type of fart. Its your basic fart, nothing fancy.
SILENT BUT DEADLY (SBD)
Its characteristics:
The Silent but Deadly fart is a nasty smelling. When executed properly, it has the ability to clear out a room. There is absolutely no sound, hence the name. It is usually preceded by a huge build up, but not big enough for one to think its going to be anything but regular fart.
Where it occurs:
ELEVATORS. The last place in the world you want it to happen, crowds, or when your next to someone attractive or your boss.
SHART
Its characteristics:
The Shart is similar to the SBD, but your undergarments become filled.
Where it occurs:
If your that guy from Along Came Polly, it occurs in an art gallery. If you’re the rest of the human population, it will happen while you are swimming at a friends house. A re-enactment that scene from Caddyshack will occur, and your friends will be grossed out for a while. If you’re a girl, or a guy who frequently wears light colored pants, it will happen then.
LOUD
With the Loud fart, there is barely any odor, but could possibly break the sound barrier. This is the complete opposite of the SBD and shart.
Where it occurs:
Basically when ever you need to impress someone: date or an interview, or in a quiet area: funerals, weddings, library.
DRUNK
The Drunk fart is identical to the shart, but done while drunk.
Where it occurs:
After drinking for a while, obviously. Generally these are the farts that pollute bars and parties, or alone in your apartment. Basically where ever there has been alcohol this fart will rear its stinky head.
SQUEEK
The Squeek fart is a loud, high pitched sound. Its almost like a whistle. The smells can vary from non-existent to room filling.
Where it occurs:
This type appears usually during a farting contest.
POWER
The sound is possibly loud, but the power part comes from the rate it is expelled from your sphincter (thank you Wanye’s World for teaching me that). It consists of strong hurricane-like winds that make your ass cheeks flap and bounce around. All of this violence occurs with no smell.
Where it occurs:
The Power fart usually occurs when you’re the most powerful, in the gym. During or after a hard workout, everything in your body is working at its peak, including your fart maker. The strong build up leaves you with this earthquake of a fart.
OH SHITTER
The Shitter is a series of short quick farts. This type smells horrible, because it usually leads to the need of the bathroom. If the bathroom is not reached in time, a shart can occur.
Where it occurs:
The Shitter happens usually in whatever greasy spoon your eating at. Heavy grease usually induces this type, or a bunch of Sliders from White Castle.
CARBONATED
The Carbonated is a painful, stomach cramping fart. Frequently it smells funny, and it usually occurs after drinking anything carbonated or after chugging liquids
Where it occurs:
Post-chugging a liquid.
THE FORCED FART
The Forced fart is a short fart. It has no smell, and is just audible for those near you to hear. This type of fart occasionally leads to a shart if the force behind it is too strong.
Where it occurs:
When your trying to impress someone with your farting abilities, like a farting contest or while on a date with a neanderthal.
Hopefully this guide will make you adventures in farting easier. Feel free to add more, and the master of farting, also known as my brother, will take these new ideas into consideration for future reference.

Don't Be Fooled By the Wheels That He's Got...

So because I live in Suburbia, there are certain things I don't get to see around town.
Spinners on cars is one of them. I really don't see the point in them, but guys seem to really like 'em and they don't bother me so I could careless. But today, I saw spinners that made me laugh hysterically. They were on this shitty Ford Taurus that looked like it went through Armageddon and back. To top it off, there was only ONE spinner. That's right, out of four wheels, only one was worthy enough to have a spinner. The wheel on the front driver's side had one of those cheap knockoff spinners that you can pretty much stick on yourself. Like who does that? I guess only in Suburbia can you get away with something so stupid.

Aerosmith sang Welcome To the Jungle, Right?

Obviously I know that my title is not right. Anyone with half a brain knows that, or so I thought. One of my friends proved me wrong though the other day. I was playing one of my CDs, and Welcome to the Jungle started. My friends and I started commenting on how great the song is even if it is over played. Jill, that's what I'm calling her, chimed in saying how "amazing Steven Tyler's voice sounds". With that I hit the breaks, and slammed the stearing wheel with my hands.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"What? I can't like Aerosmith?"
"Of course you can, but this isn't Aerosmith!"
"Oh, well I can't tell them and AC/DC apart"
"That's sad, and this isn't AC/DC. It's GNR!"
"Oooh"
After some time passed, a new song began to play. (Wow, I can't believe I just said that. Duh, that's usually what happens when playing a CD.) This time it's Machinehead by Bush. Once again, Jill chimes in,
"Oooh, I just love Nirvana!"
"Jill, what the fuck is wrong with you? This isn't Nirvana! It's Bush!"
"Like our President?"
"Ummm, no how about you just shut up?"
For the rest of the trip, she remained silent, and we listened to the music sans questions.

But the point of this is, who lets these people live? I thought it was a basic law to know this stuff. Is it hard? NO! Am I demanding to much? I hope not!

So please, if you cannot figure out who sang classic songs, please don't reproduce.

Until later,
C

That's What I Said

The That's What She Said Joke is old and over played, unless your immature like the PV Throwing Team. Our poor coach is busy trying to make us better throwers, and we are just shy of rolling on the ground laughing.
"You need more lift"
"That's what she said..."
"You lacking power"
"That's what she said..."
"Stop being so weak"
"That's what she said..."
"Don't stop, GO ALL THE WAY"
"That's what she said..."
"Your trading power for lift, you gotta get both going"
"That's what she said..."
"Just drop the load there"
"That's what she said..."
"Don't get sloppy, keep it clean"
"That's what she said..."
"Keep it up longer"
"That's what she said..."
This continued for another half hour, the coaches repeated the same lines over and over. The jokes never got old though. As I was leaving practice one of the new girls asked if I prefered a rubber discus or a wooden and metal discus. I thought about it for a minute and responded with "The rubbers make it easier in the beginning... pause... but that's what she said" and walked away with the whole team laughing and crying.

Until later,
C

Look Left...

So because people are always bitching about being a minority, whether its because the are made fun of or forgotten or whatever, I feel that I should be entitle to do the same. So this is my blog, its about me going through life as a left-handed, blonde. There aren't as many as you think.

In a few weeks, I'll be graduating high school, and finally getting out of this shithole of a town. I plan to use this blog as a funny out look on how I see life. I hope to chronicle my final summer before college and whatever happens afterwards. Check back often, I like to write and might surprise you with a few funny gems.

Until then,

C