javon walker: his name doesn't deserve to be capitalized

Chump. Few people fit that category for me, but the shoe definitely fits javon walker. The man, sorry the chump, didn't deserve the Broncos. He's a Raider now, and it's my duty to despise him. Also, since he was a Bronco, I have to hate him extra. I don't know the logistics of that, but I know it's true.

On a lighter note, I have to gloat in something real quick. I got team captain for lacrosse today. It's been one of those things were it hits you at random times and you just start yelling. Do you know what I'm talking about? Like there, just then I just had an overwhelming urge to yell in celebration.

I think I'll make this one a cliff hanger.

blo bla ble blo

So here are my ten final prints from the first half of the semester. I hope you like them. sorry that some of them are sideways, I'm going to do a more "formal" post on these at my Photo 2 blog soon.

my shaft is fine, but I broke my head

Ha...it worked. Go ahead and try to tell me that that title didn't make you want to read this. You can thank Mr. Aaron Beoke for that one.

It's true. My shaft is in good condition but my head is crack in at least three different places. There's even a chunk missing from the side. It's pretty well useless now. It rattles around and bends in awkward ways.

Oh...you thought...come on. I was talking about my lacrosse stick. Tisk tisk.

I watched a documentary last night with Beoke. It was called the Aristocrats. I really did feel a little sick to my stomach afterward. If you ever think of watching it, do at your own risk.

Here what I want to say...I don't know about the man's policies really, I don't know his platform, but I like to hear the man speak. He just seems like an honest and humble man. That's all I want really. So...Obama your mama. What ever that means, but I think it supports Obama, which is what I was going for there.

"Myspace is lame"...did i say that?

So I did it. I won't even say a word, and nor should you. It is what it is, no matter what I said in any previous blogs (say April 2007).

www.myspace.com/ryanhaagenson

But there's reason, oh trust me on that. I have music and I never said that Myspace-music is lame.

just a thought

Ah hell...here we go again. I'm sitting here in a exhausting, and near apathetic, loss for words. I want to write, I do. And yet, I find it hard to focus my thoughts. There seems to be nothing to write about. The Shins are singing through the speakers to the left and right of me, hands burning from the unnumbing process that I have to dread through (it's unbelievable cold outside). What is a man to write about? Complaints? Sure, but those are easy. Sum up my life as in the past month or so? Could, but honestly, those can be the most boring blogs to read. Damn it, I did it again. I had nothing to say and so I drug on about nothing. Here's the line...here's me. (making swinging motion with one arm and doing to walking man motion across it with the other) Deep breathes, count to ten. Focus....sigh....just focus. Nope, didn't work. Never does.

Sometimes I just wish life would take a day off. A day that Nothing happens. No one says anything, no one goes anywhere. I just need to step back, look at myself. Look at my life. Make an assessment in sorts. I think that I've had many chances to grow and learn from what's been going on in my life recently with family, friends, school, but I never want to think about them. They're just so emotionally draining. I heard somewhere that it's good for a person to go off by themselves and just be alone. Meditate, pray, just breath. You know, four times a minute like we're suppose to. I heard that it's actually biblical. It's true, I guess. Jesus went off on his own all the time, right? I don't know, maybe I don't give myself any real alone time. I usually just take naps.

It was speratic and quite choppy, but so are my thoughts most the time. Thanks for listening, or reading I guess. I think that maybe my blogs would be better when read aloud. Just a thought.

the hands of time, must have arthritis

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

It's the last three minutes in Creative Writing and I've never realized how slowly a second goes by, let alone three minutes.

My first lenko list

So I decided that I'm going to continue the trend. I'm calling it the "lenko list" (Andy Tulenko list). And it kind of works because if you pronounce it right, it sounds like link-o list and it's a link of ideas. I don't know, just an excuse for the name I guess. So here it is, a list of ideas that are poping into my head-

-Thermodynamics is uber boring
-I can't wait for next semester
-I can't wait for next year
-A girlfriend will solve all my problems
-I hate hard pencil erasers
-I guess a girlfriend will add to my problems
-BCS is idiotic
-College football is overrated
-Does Troy Smith even play pro?
-Didn't Troy Smith win the Hiesman?
-Mittens are the shit
-I want to wax some peef
-I'm cellphoneless, And I think it may be a good thing
-I made a blockbuster trade in my fantasy league last week: LT and Braylon Edwards for Ocho Cinco and Patrick Willis
-Highschool basketball is suprisly enjoyable to watch
-Rephrase: when you know the players personally...
-Will Smith is a good actor
-Does that make me a bad movie critic?
-Patriots are boring as crap
-Will Smith sucks at rapping
-I'm dominate at Madden '07 for PS2(tmac's victory was a fluke)
-I just watched the clock turn from 4:59 to 5:00
-No, your lame!

That's all I got I guess.