tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53327132012-01-12T14:43:47.482-06:00The stories, jokes, interesting tidbits, and inane ramblings of a not-so-smooth criminal. I might not save the world, but at least I'm thoroughly entertained.j.cizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448146718901322535noreply@blogger.comBlogger1131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332713.post-27451791091827668432010-09-08T01:37:00.000-05:002010-09-08T01:37:40.767-05:00

..piss it all away.. I honestly do not know where to start. Everything was great, or so I thought. If it truly was great, it was only great up until a certain point. And then it stopped being great and it became terrible, miserable, and frustrating. Heather has a lot of personal problems, dating back to before we fell in love; before we even became friends. I knew about some of them going into

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRexWE9yBVA I love The Buried Life. Great show, great kids, doing great (and fun) things. As discussed in my last blog, I've never really had a "bucket list," and even once I started to construct it in said blog, it amounted to three items. Since then, I've managed to build my list up to six items. [what would you like to do before you die?] 1. Attend WrestleMania(

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Out of reach. It always just seemed out of reach. Granted, I was a sheltered teenager, with no "real world experience," no car, no travel sense, no money. I just wanted to go. Needed to go. Quite frankly, it was an obsession. It IS an obsession. Professional wrestling was a huge part of my childhood. I went through Ghostbusters, Ninja Turtles, and Power Rangers like bowling pins. Had a good

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V. Build for the Future...But Don't Give Up the Present "I think the most important part to building a winner is guts. You can't be scared to take chances. No balls no glory is the one philosophy that I live by when it comes to running my team." - Walt Florio, former GM of Stacy's Freak An interesting topic that comes up in Faction Wars is the theories behind building a contender season after

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IV. Adaptation "The wrestling industry is an ever changing industry." - Walt Florio, former GM of Stacy's Freak "There are always diamonds in the rough on any given week." - Walt Florio, former GM of Stacy's Freak "Problems get harder and harder to deal with due to the lack of depth, but you just have to search for that diamond in the rough in free agency and hope they can pull you through."

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III. Good Wrestlers Are Not Necessarily Good Faction Wars Players "I think UnderTaker is pound for pound the worst Faction Wars guy ever." - Greg Jovi, eGo Busters GM The UnderTaker is public enemy number one in this section of the Anatomy of a Good Faction Wars Team. He is a main eventer. He is a World Champion at times. He's the most protected man on the WWE roster. But he wrestles a

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II. Handling the Book "...all the planning in the world doesn't help you know what's going to happen on TV." - Greg Jovi, eGo Busters GM The roster deadline comes quick during a Faction Wars week. A general manager has seven spots (eight, counting Sudden Death) that need filled by members of his team. Each spot is worth a certain amount of points, ranging from one point (Opener) to five points

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I. Drafting for Dummies "I feel that the draft is really a crapshoot." - Walt Florio, former GM of Stacy's Freak Draft day is the most exciting time in a Faction Wars season. Unfortunately, a single-day chat draft hasn't taken place since Season 8. In its place in Seasons 9 and 10 has been an email draft that has taken place over the course of several days. When the revival came to fruition,

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"Faction Wars" was developed over the summer of 2004 by Greg Jovi. The concept was simple enough - take fantasy football, mix equal parts professional wrestling, and there you have it: fantasy professional wrestling. Sure, pro wrestling is pre-determined (as opposed to football), but even when the writing was on the wall, there were a lot of factors that could play out on the television screen

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Update 10/4: Some complications have occurred, and Heather and I will no longer be having a baby. At least not yet. :(Greg recently blogged about the "end of an era" that we, as a [cult], are about to experience. Most of you know - and if you don't, you're about to learn, lol - that Heather and I are set to get married October 9, 2010.I couldn't be happier with anybody else, she's my number one

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Yeah, already thinking ahead and...Chris Rucker: (screams in horror) "FANBOOKING! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"Main EventJohn Cena vs. UnderTakerWWE TitleMVP vs. Randy Orton (c)World TitleRey Mysterio vs. CM Punk (c)HBK's Last MatchShawn Michaels vs. John MorrisonUnified Tag Team TitlesEdge & Christian vs. Chris Jericho & Big Show (c)Grudge MatchThe Miz vs. Triple HECW Title Match??? vs. William Regal (c)

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There will be more to come, as I receive some in-depth analysis from "Walt and Friends." But this is the quarter breakdown of each play, followed by the game stats for each team and player.Key:KO - KickoffOOB - Out of bounds1D, 2D, 3D, 4D - First, second, third, and fourth downsIncmp - Incomplete passTk - TackleTD - TouchdownPAT - Point after touchdownInt - InterceptionLat - LateralFum -

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[cult] WeeklyIssue #2The History of the [cult] Cupby Guy MockeryAir HockeyIn the summer of 2007, amidst [cult] leader Jason Coellner's 68 day straight streak of working his two part time jobs, a road trip known as St. Louis Shenanigans was born and came to fruition the weekend of July 6th, 7th, and 8th.While in St. Louis, the [cult] developed an amorous relationship with the game known as air

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I don't really have anything to blog about currently, but recently decided to log back into the ol' Blogger. I figure, it might be easier to blog here nowadays, since nobody seems to be using MySpace anymore.I've tried setting this up with Twitterfeed, so we'll see if this shows up on Twitter.How exciting.

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To the year 2007. To old friends and new friends alike. To good friends. To bloody steel cage matches and Briscoe brothers nobody can tell apart. To girlfriends, to graduation. To career advancement and spiritual journeys.To CM Punk. To St. Joseph, Missouri. Detroit, Michigan. Chicago, Illinois. And to America's poohole, Granite City. To shenanigans, shenani-plans, and Chi-nanigans. To the

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I'm a flawed person. Unlike most people in society, I'm aware of my flawed nature and I feel as though I'm constantly working towards improving those flaws. Not "get rid of." Not "eliminate." Improving. The tingle of alcohol in the back of my throat will always be there; hatred will always be buried in my heart; and my ability to dance ALL over the line between "humor" and "jackassery" will

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Thanks to the advent of 24-hour fitness centers, I can finally maintain a regular routine of hitting the gym. In all my previous attempts to stay in shape, I'd lose out on quality exercise time for the following reason:I'm a night person. The only times you'll find me awake at 6am typically involve force, road trips, or my personal favorite...I just haven't gone to bed yet.I go to bed late, say

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I've had six days off since April 15. Completely unrelated to that, I found this on another blog I was perusing tonight:There's a lesson here. Laugh with your friends. Talk about ridiculous subjects. Let your minds and conversation roam freely, without barriers or restrictions. Make people sitting at adjacent tables wonder what the fuck it is you're talking about. Tell those people what the fuck

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Where'd you go?I miss you soSeems like it's been foreverThat you've been gone-Fort Minor- Where have I been, where has this crazy rollercoaster known as life taken me? I'll start at the end, because all good stories start at the end, then recount how they've reached that point.My end was this evening, as I drove home from work. I had the window down and was completely in autopilot, just driving,

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Dgener8puf [11:33 PM]: life is crazyCRuckTemp [11:34 PM]: yeah it isLife is crazy and that's a great thing, if you ask me. I've been presented with some fairly shitty times in my life, but I've sucked it up and dealt with it. I never let it get me too down. And I knew it'd pay off eventually. Sometime, anytime, who knows.Just 10 months ago, you probably read right here about how I had the best

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Not much is up with me, The Heel's Heel. Well, other than having a kidney stone, but that's all taken care of now and I'm better...well, better, in terms of that. But now I have a cold. Work is aight, I actually enjoy it pretty well. School, on the other hand, sucks pretty bad. I just don't fuckin' like it, and I haven't for years.11 weeks and I'm done forever.I'm exhausted and ought to be

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Yes, sorry about my not-so-brief hiatus. I had some computer issues that slowed me down for a couple months (plus I had nothing I really wanted to post about over here) and then I got a job, so I've been busy.Well, not that school is back into the swing of things and I'm working in addition to that, I'm even busier...so what better time than to return to Blogger than now? =o)Things have been,

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I wanna rock like a rock star. I wanna look like a rock star, dress like a rock star, fuck like a rock star, and drink like a rock star. And I'm not talkin' some homo-ass fuckin' rock bullshit, I'm talking full-brown, wild-ass Motley f'n Crue type rock.But instead, I sit here, slightly intoxicated and eating EasyMac at 4:36AM. I probably won't go to bed for another 2 hours, at least, but probably

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I finished my video projects yesterday (Thursday). I've gone to school everyday this week, even though I had finals on Monday and Wednesday only. I've spent countless hours working on my corporate video and I finished it today (or yesterday, as I said). Then I finished my resume reel, because I didn't do any additional work on it.It has sucked. Hard.But they're done. I have to turn them in

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I can't figure it out. I really can't. I've tried to wrap my brain around it and there's absolutely nothing that explains it. I have this huge problem, which I'm sure the two readers (hi Frankie and Jen!) already know about...Even in the event that I want to, I just cannot - under any circumstances - be a social person.For example, Thursday night, there was a cast/crew party because the

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It's only Tuesday, but it's been a bad week. And it only gets worse, folks.You'd think I'd be absolutely ecstatic, seeing as how I only have this week, next week, and finals...and then I'm done with the semester. But no, quite the opposite, I'm stressed and tired and Mr. Gloom-And-Doom right now. I'm just really pissed off.And I have far too much shit to do.That is all.* * *Edit: We just gave

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So I've had a headache most of the night. Well, ever since the slushie drink, I haven't felt quite right, almost sick-like. Which sucks, especially considering it wasn't even the right kind of slushie drink that I wanted. It wasn't bad, though...just not what I had wanted.In addition to the headache, I didn't do any homework tonight. I have a book to read (a LONG book, that I've barely

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It's a good thing Blogger refused to let me post my entry last night. It was a long entry that, at first, I intended on touching on various subjects (my Writing major, my Journalism major, the summer, the fall, and general "life" things (i.e. friends)), but turned into an emotional mess of an entry.I was slightly intoxicated and partially depressed...just wasn't feeling spectacular, ya know, so

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Even 7-Elevens have sweet fucking signs in Vegas. SPECTACULAR! 

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More cake destruction. 

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We didn't get to eat the cake, normally anyway, it was destroyed during the limo ride. Oops. 

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Still chillin' in the limo, there's Frankie's foot, see it? It's chiiiiiiiiiiillin'. 

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E'errybody chillin' in the limo, post-wedding. 

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The whole wedding party out in front of the Vegas sign: (left to right) me, Wendy, Mom, John, Mindy, Scott. w00t. 

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My mom and John having their first dance. 

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My mom, me, and my sistizzle, Wendizzle...standing outside of somewhere, I don't remember. 

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This is Frankie, kinda drunk. 

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This is me, really drunk. 

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The intersection of Flamingo and Koval, where Tupac got shot. Yes, we actually went out of our way to drive by it...we're not freaks, I promise. =o\ 

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And here's Fatal Frankie aka Kanye West and myself aka myself with some mountains and shit behind us (still at, or rather, ON the Hoover Dam). 

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Here's another shot of the Hoover Dam...well, not actually the dam itself, but the water it holds down like "the man." 

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Here's Frankie in two different states, as well as two different time zones. Fuck you, Arizona, for being so damned difficult, especially on this, the eve of daylight savings!! 

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Hoover Dam again, with a nice, looooooooong look down. Oh yeah, and please...keep off the wall. 

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This is some statue at the Hoover Dam, with a flag on top. Frankie took this picture and it's got a really sweet sunbeam thing goin' on. 

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I think Frankie took this picture, but I just noticed how fucking sweet it looks. It's Caesar's Palace. 

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The show at Treasure Island. 

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There's John with his head in that giant bronzed lion's mouth. 

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Jim Ross: "BAH GAWD IT'S KANE!!!" 

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Frankie sticking his finger up a statue's butt at Caesar's Palace. 

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The water fountains out in front of the Bellagio. Look at those sweet fuckin' camera skills. 8o) 

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This is at the Rio, I believe. They dance and throw beads and they've got big ships and floats and stuff. It was pretty cool, actually, and that blonde chick on the right was really hot. lol. 

j.cizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09448146718901322535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5332713.post-1112514226701054142005-04-03T01:43:00.000-06:002005-04-03T01:43:46.700-06:00

Very dark picture, but that's me and Frankie standing under the sign. For those of you interested, I'm wearing black tuxedo pants, a black Kevin Garnett jersey, my red cummerbund (sp?), my red bow tie, and a black and white Rey Mysterio-ish looking wrestling mask. Awesome. 

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So Wendy runs at Frankie, jumps, and Frankie catches her...they do this for whatever reason. And so he stands there and holds her and I kneel down cuz I gotta get the sign in the picture and then the camera won't flash/take the picture and Frankie's "Hurry the fuck up!" and then I finally take the picture and voila.

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Frankie and Wendy holdin' it down in their red and pink and...stuff. w3rd! 

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Here I am, getting dressed for my mom's wedding in Las Vegas. Big pimpin', eh? 

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Let's see, I've been to Vegas, back home, been to Minneapolis, saw the Wolves beat the tar out of the Rockets, taped most (hopefully all) of my corporate video project, had a lackluster spring break, gone back to school, applied for another WWE internship, gotten frustrated over school and life-after-school, half-assedly created a schedule plan for next semester (registration is on Friday), and..

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...because I'm avoiding homework to write to you, my loyal readers (if such a thing exists...?). Anyway, I'm currently listening to Disc 2 of Red, White, & Crue, a collection of Motley Crue's best songs over the years, plus some new, plus some remixes, so on and so forth. I picked it up at Sam Goody earlier this week (on Wednesday, while I skipped my English class)...I actually went there to

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(That's me.)I really hate Valentine's Day. You either don't have a girlfriend...or if you do, you're expected to shell out a bunch of money on cards, flowers, candy, so on and so forth. Hey, I'm broke already, okay? So maybe it's better that I'm single.But, ya know, do what ya gotta do, fellas...just get those bitches in the sack at the end of the night.I'm absolutely exhausted, so I think I'm

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Signs of my impending nervous breakdown:Well, the only real "sign" is the fact I'm still showing ill effects from last week. But that's saying a lot. I tend to be able to take things one week at a time and nothing from last week really affects me this week, and so on.But it's like my mind and/or body just can't take it, because this week has been awful. Not because of anything I did (or didn't

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I apologize for not having a link with it, I found the story on the LA Lakers' AOL message board. The person who posted it didn't provide the source: *** Gift of Cookies Crumbles; Girls Told to Pay $900 DURANGO, Colo. (Feb. 4) - A Colorado judge ordered two teen-age girls to pay about $900 for the distress a neighbor said they caused by giving her home-made cookies adorned with paper hearts.

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Main Entry: self-ful·fill·ing Pronunciation: "self-fül-'fi-li[ng] Function: adjective 2 : becoming real or true by virtue of having been predicted or expected Main Entry: proph·e·cy Variant(s): also proph.e.sy /'prä-f&-sE/ Function: noun 3 : a prediction of something to come --- I've spent the last several semesters predicting my own downfall...and if I predict it often enough, it surely will

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This is the original piece of writing that eventually produced the traditional essay that is posted in the entry below this: *** It’s hard to imagine a fourteen-year-old boy inventing television. When I was fourteen, I was too busy wasting my time to come with such an idea. But in the spring of 1921, Philo T. Farnsworth was hard at work on his father’s farm, while an idea tossed around inside

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So I promised another piece of writing and you shall receive...for this piece, we originally had to take four "threads," or topics, that were completely unrelated (at least on the surface). I don't remember the specifics, but one had to be a personal thread...and then the other three, perhaps, had to be threads about things that required you to do research (something along those lines). So the

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Oops. My last post said I'd post a story, or an audio post, or some pictures..."in the coming days." However, that last post seems eons ago. Which makes me feel bad, because I felt like I owed you something, and didn't deliver.I've had two days of classes thus far and this is going to be a busy semester, I think. Lots of work...but it's not necessarily going to be hard work. I have class tomorrow

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The spring semester begins Tuesday, the 18th, which brings about several worries for me. The first, and most important, is my scholarship money/grades (they're related, obviously). I got jerked around a little in the fall and only put up a 2.75 GPA...overall, I'm sitting at a 3.03 which is A-OK with me, but I was under the impression that I needed a 3.0 each and every individual semester.See, a

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This is me, during my toast to Jeff and Jen...nerves were completely wracked, so forgive the terrible posture. I managed to squeak through it, though...I bawled 5 minutes later. ='o( 

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The, uh, wedding party...people. From Jen and Jeff's wedding back in May. Left to right: me, Kari, Jeff, Jen, Sarah, Steven. 

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Frankie sitting on the toilet...it's a gag pic, he's not really pooping. For the record. 

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This...is my infamous "Cool Wall O' Shit." It's sorta like "Where's Waldo?"...see what you can find. =o) 

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The D-Town Mafia + Welly sportin' the new OrangeGear, as provided by momma! 

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"ALRIGHT! Hands up against the wall! And you, remove your hand from that man's ass!" 

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Frankeezy and Wendizzle...pimpin' the brand spankin' new Orange Hour shirts. 

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Frankie showing Jeff how to work the camcorder...Scott watches on. 

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Scary, I know. That's my brother in the background... 

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Jeff (aka "Bluto") and Jennifer (aka "Nympho") chillin' on the couch. Jennifer's actually smiling, too! =oP 

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Fatal Frankie buggin' his eyes out at the camera moments before unwrapping one of his many gifts. 

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Over the past few years, I have grown tired of Christmas to the point of even blatantly saying "Fuck Christmas." I still hate the winter, I still hate the cold, and I still hate the snow...but Christmas - and life - are new again, recharged and renewed. Several things have contributed to this restored faith, so allow me to not-so-briefly fill you in. On December 18th, Jeff returned home for the

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So I took this writing class last fall and it was, quite possibly, the most interesting writing class I've ever taken. Granted, I only got a C - she graded a little rough - but the types of assignments we had were pretty crazy. Alot of it was considered, I believe she called it, "creative non-fiction" but we worked with several different styles of writing including love letters and erotic poetry.

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You Must Admit, The WWE Is Legit...OJ Simpson: The Retake Royal Rumble 2004 After being re-signed to the company, Rico makes a strong showing in the Rumble, eliminating former partner Charlie Haas. However, Haas ultimately costs Rico the match, causing his elimination. Later that evening, Haas is seen conversing with Orlando Jordan of "The Cabinet"...about what, we don't know. SmackDown #1

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I really wish I had more interesting things to post about. Especially the past week or so, I've had this huge hankerin' to blog and I'm just dry on material (as if I were ever "wet"...ha!). I don't do anything. I don't ever feel creative enough to write up a quick story or anything. I don't socialize enough to know a bunch of random quirky people to write about. Jeff will be home this

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20 years ago, i . . . 1. was 19 months old. 2. was celebrating my first Christmas. 3. had already been to Vegas once. 15 years ago, i . . . 1. was 6 years old. 2. enjoyed life more than ever. 3. was unaware of how fucked up the world is. 10 years ago, i . . . 1. was 11 years old. 2. spent the entire summer causing trouble with my cousin, Jeff (I believe that was 1994). 3. most likely was

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So I have 7 and 1/3 pages on that big 10-page paper. Not bad, considering how dense the subject matter is. I still have more to write about...and I somehow have to incorporate this short story I've been using all semester, but I honestly don't see how. Regardless of that, I've actually - in a sick and twisted sort of way - enjoyed writing this paper. You see, I knew before this semester began

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Yes, yes...down with the sickness. I've been sick since late Monday night, well technically Tuesday morning, but I knew Monday night that I was going to get sick. I could feel it. So that has not been very fun...I'm better now than I was a couple days ago, but still not exactly loving life.I'm glad that it's Thanksgiving Break and I can happily sit on my ass without worries of what homework is

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I'm choosing death next time. I've spent the better part of the past two days trying to keep myself from either 1) snapping on somebody or 2) breaking down and crying... ...and no, it's not because "I" lost, but it's because half my family is much more narrow-minded and asshole-ish than I thought. You know, "you guys" won, so does it really fuckin' matter who I voted for? Not really. Yet you

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God is non-denominational.

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Yeah, well, it's either that or get fat(ter). So this'll be short. Below, you'll find about 9 pictures from Monday Night RAW this past Monday night. I attended the show with my brother, Scott...my sister, Wendy...and our homie, Fatal mothafuckin' Frankie! It was a pretty damn good time, I enjoyed myself. I'm kind of peeved about the pictures, though. We took a shitload of pictures...

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"Eyebrows + Dropkick" Maven, Chris Jericho, and "The Mighty Midget" Chris Benoit. 

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FINALLY! I never thought it'd happen. Shawn Michaels is, by far, my all-time favorite wrestler. And yet...I've never seen him live and in person in any way, shape, or form. I remember going to shows as a kid and the two things I wanted to see more than anything? 1) Hulk Hogan 2) The Rockers (Shawn Michaels & Marty Jannetty) Everytime, though, every FUCKING time they'd announce before the

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Tron, stage, JR and King at the announce table, and the crane cam. Just a basic shot of where our seats were. Right in "Run-In Alley," as well, ha. 

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A really dark picture of Coach and "THANK YOU, TODD!" Grisham. Yay, go Heat... 

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!ENEGUE 

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Shot of the TitanTron, as Randy Orton hits the biggest pop of the night RKO on Triple H. 

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Evolution on their way to the ring near the beginning of the show. Triple H claimed Evolution would be in charge since Eric Bischoff took the night off. Other than an interference-ladened victory for Ric Flair, it wasn't a good night for Evolution.

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HBK's fireworks. Frankie took this picture and it looks too nice to pass up on posting. 

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Randy Orton after his match with Ric Flair; also after the post-match RKO on Triple H, from Monday Night RAW in Des Moines, IA on...10/25/04. I'm as straight as you can get...but God damnit, he's a sexy motherfucker. I feel no shame in admitting it either.

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So, my semesters at school are typically divided into thirds. Week 5 is a bitch, Week 10 is a bitch, and so is Week 15 (approximately on these). Well, we're hoverin' around Week 10 currently, and this is the busiest week I've EVER had in recent memory. Seriously. I got 2 hours of sleep Sunday night and was exhausted by the time I went to bed last night. And I'm tired as Hell tonight. And

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This past Tuesday night, we managed to have a little Coellner Basement Entertainment photoshoot. It was fun and we got some good shots out of it. Frankie and I were both eager to begin graphic work and this is the first image I produced. The initial picture idea was mine (the electrical tape X over our mouths) and graphically, it came out pretty cool.***In other news, the past two weeks (which I

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October is two days away. Which means Fall Break is two weeks away (approximately). Which means it's almost November, which means it's almost Thanksgiving Break, which means it's almost Winter Break. Unfortunately, while this optimistic way of counting down until the end of the semester is working great for me, I can't help but tell ya... The rest of the semester's going to be busy as fuck.

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Story of the Day: Dgener8puf [2:47 PM]: hahahaha, today in my management class...my professor was asking us what motivates us to do work and stuff Dgener8puf [2:47 PM]: and he asked me what #1 on my list was Dgener8puf [2:47 PM]: and I was like "Surprisingly, it's laziness...cuz the sooner I get my work done, the sooner I can go back to being lazy." and he was like "I've taught this class for

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Yesterday, check this out, I actually DID something! TechN9ne, and company, were in town for the Hostile Takeover Tour. Frankie, Wendy, and myself went and we met up with Frankie's friend, Greg. Frankie's other "friends," Mark and Amanda and a couple of their other friends showed up eventually, as well, but they're all retarded and I don't give two shits about 'em. Oh, and Chad Neville was there.

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