The. Mavericks. are. going. to. LOSE!!!. their. series. It’s. a. slow. and. PAINFUL!!!. death. that. I. am. PAINFULLY!!!. suffering. Just. FINISH. me. off. already.

PLEASE!!!.

WHY????!!!

Why them? Why me? Why now?

I want to go into the garden and eat lots and lots, and lots of worms, which would come out of their burrows because my tears would be drowning them.

The NFL Draft was disappointing. Brady Quinn dropped to number 22, and got sent to Cleveland. Cleveland…of all bad places that he could possibly have gone to. They never make it past Baltimore in the playoffs, and it’s a boring city.

***

My party was “dope” man. At least I thought so. We danced, mingled, and afterwards watched a couple of episodes of Fresh Prince of Bel Air…Season 1 of course. It was “stupid”. Unfortunately, or rather fortunately, I have no pictures and I wasn’t really in any that I know of…so PTL, I have no goods to offer. But I’m sure if you hop around my homies in the SoCal region blogs you might find a few.

*All quotations actually were once counted as “good” slang words back in the day. I’m thinking of going retro with my terminology. Cool and Swell are becoming over used…just a tad.

I’m writing this from our DSL in Mexico. Yeah, it’s funny how I have to move to Mexico to get DSL.

Just wanted to remind everyone that I’m having a B-Day Party on Saturday night. The theme is sorta like this guy’s appearance.

It’ll be cool if you could make it.

***

I’m tired of fake Hollywood crying. The type of crying where their face is contorting in unnatural ways, there body is shaking uncontrollably, where the tear starts falling from half way down their cheeks, and where their eyes aren’t puffy or red, and they are just squinting. It’s supposed to be moving, touching, and deep, but it’s really not.

I watched The Holiday a little while ago. It caught me on a bad night the first time I watched it. I got emotional, and well I cried a little…but only during Kate Winslet’s portions. It was really odd. The second and third viewings were totally different. I was back in my normal element and it didn’t move me, in fact it made me laugh more than usual. Carmen Diaz’s forced tears at the end really did it for me. There’s something odd about them. Then I realized that the tears weren’t real…they didn’t even want to invest in eye drops or or even an onion.
A few years ago I watched a documentary about how Hollywood actors and actresses get them selves to cry. One actress (I can’t remember who) says she would remember when she was a kid and how she cried when her dog died. Supposedly she could still get choked up about it.
Then yesterday I came across this YouTube video of a Fresh Prince of Bel Air episode where Will Smith does a pretty dang good job of forming tears. And I’ll have to say for a TV show that was made over 10 years ago, they all did a pretty good job of acting.

He also did a good job in Pursuit of Happyness. It was the first time in a long time that I’ve seen real tears in a movie. The last one was Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting. But I could have missed a few in between those two.

If you can’t tell, people crying in movies is one of my pet peeves, just like shape of eye brows on people.
And the NBA playoffs are getting more interesting by the day.

In case you noticed that there were two posts about the same thing but slightly altered, that is now fixed. Our internet is flaky. Need I say satellite? So I wrote out my first post, then clicked publish, right as I clicked the frightful button that sinking feeling resurfaced, I realized that I didn’t save it first. And then the internet cut out.

So bye bye went my first story, at least from what I could tell. So I had another go at it for the second time, and personally I like the second one better than the first. So the Second shall remain.

Enjoy.

On our way home from a merry adventure at Blockbuster I broke out into an adaption of a song. “Where did all the Black people go? I’ve been switching Blockbusters and I don’t see them at the counters, no. Oh, Where did all the nice people go? I’ve been going to different places and Escondido DMV’s and I don’t see them helping me, no.”

Philionious follows with a rap of his own, which I don’t quite remember but it had something to do with cemeteries and penitentiaries (which is a hard word to spell).

We proceeded to miss our turn.

***

Our Merry Adventure started when I was bored at home, and noticed that we had two movies to return at Blockbuster. We also had two dvd’s to swap for new ones. So I talked Phil into driving me to Blockbuster, which he agreed to do because he could stop at a store on the way. Before going we decided only to trade out one…because we’re nice people and like to prefer our brethren. So we hopped into the car, droved to, and arrived at the video store in two individual pieces of humanity, which is always a rather pleasant thing.

Once there, Phil decided that he didn’t care which video we got, because he needed to practice for his band which is performing at Wordstock. Actually it’s Niki’s band. He’s just the bass player. So I picked Bobby. I’m intrigued because it’s about a Kennedy, and the Kennedy’s were/are cool and mysterious. Bad things just keep happening to their family…rather odd. I sympathize with them. I understand their pain, to some extent at least. Hmm…a very small extent that is.

Right before reaching the counter to check the video out, I realize that I didn’t have my video card. I had lent it to someone, but can’t remember who, in the last week and I never got it back. So when the check out lady called me up…I was desperately trying to remember my phone number. I’m really bad with those. There’s so many and I move so much they are all starting to blend together. It’s just confusing.

My phone number didn’t matter. She just gave me a hard time. Asked for my ID, which of course didn’t match anything because it’s not my account per say, though I am supposed to be listed as a member. Then we went through the “well it can either be” and ran down the list of about 4 possible names because she refused to believe my name was on it. Still none of those worked, and I walked out of the Blockbuster alone, confused, humiliated, annoyed, and empty handed.

See I’m trying to really like California. I’m trying to fit in. But these here people won’t let me.

It’s supposed to be the land of opportunity, the land of smiles, the land of sunny weather, the land of laid back carefree people. But NO! It’s not! It’s more hard nosed and up tight than the whole East Coast put together…okay except for maybe New England.

I just want peace and equality. And my movie. That will be all. Thank you very much!

An excerpt from a letter I wrote a friend yesterday.

This is the best and worst time of sports. I’m excited about the playoffs but then dreading the outcomes. The Mavs might lose…and I’m scared. The Colts haven’t done anything to improve their team, and I’m worried about who’s getting who in the NFL and NBA drafts. And Lacrosse is having their playoffs, what if Duke loses? It’s frying my nerves and I’m getting a knot in my stomach just thinking about it.

My favorite team is matched up against their old coach who knows everything about their offense, the ins and outs and the in betweens. Nelson drafted, coached, and tutored Dirk. He knows he’s flaws and he knows his strengths. In a way he has an unfair advantage. And tonight it showed.

The Mavs lost. The Mavs lost at home. The Mavs lost the first game of the series. Again…the Mavs lost.

I told Darren a few nights ago about my fears and he laughed. He thought it was a legitimate reason. But I also warned him of this.

The Spurs/Nuggets series was going to be good. Carmelo and Iverson were going to find their second gear and mesh together. Sure enough the Spurs lost to the Nuggets tonight. Darren didn’t believe me of course, and claimed the Iverson was a has been. Philonious agreed.  But AI did just score 31 points.

But these are just the first games. A lot of things can happen in 7 games.

The Pens are out of the playoffs. I had a friend who never chats me decide to chat to rub it in. Such a swell guy. The cool news is that Crosby had a broken foot, so there is always the chance that the Pens could have gone further. But of course when we dissect the whole series it really doesn’t matter if he had a broken foot or not, he did the best on the team either way. I’m just happy that they made it to the playoffs since it’s been a fortune of time since they made it that far.

Duke Men Lax is currently ranked number 4 and Women number 2.

I’m still worried about the Colts. They are losing players left and right and they haven’t gotten any new ones of worth (at least from what I can tell). I don’t get it, they were a Superbowl team who won. Why would you leave when there’s a possibility of winning again? While the Pats on the other hand are getting quality players and are stocking up for some serious kick butt revenge. I’m doubly scared.

And first mission accomplished. I hit the 1,000 comment mark a few days ago.

For some time now I’ve been getting this strong inclination to learn to play tennis and golf. I just found out that after a year and half of living in our old house that we had tennis rackets lying around in the garage. I feel a little cheated.
But on the up side at least now I know that I’m a little closer to my dream. I just need to somehow find a tennis court near our new house in Mexico.

Another swell little thing about our new house is it has a park two blocks away that has a full blown basketball court and soccer field, along with a wall that is about 7-9 feet high and a bajillion feet long (I’m bad at judging space), which is perfect for throwing and catching the ball with my lacrosse stick.

The coolest thing about the wall is that one prayer morning we went around the room and we’re all supposed to say the things that we wanted in our house that would all add up and create the “perfect house” for us. Well, mine was the most plain and selfish because it’s really only useful to me, I asked for a large flat cement or solid wood wall so that I could play catch on it (as our old one didn’t have a flat wall and the parts that are flat are made out of the junkiest material ever).

And sure enough God gave me a solid cement wall. I’m pretty jazzed about it. Another proof that God really does love me.

Golf is going to take some time, but I will do it. For now it’ll just have to be one of those life goals that I hope to reach someday.

NBA MVP…who will it be? Dirk Nowitzki? Steve Nash? Tim Duncan? Kobe Bryant
My vote. Dirk for MVP.
Seriously reasons are numerous. Bryant’s a ball hog, so no doubt he has a high scoring record and he’s team is rather…lacking on the skills department. Duncan…could be, but I don’t think he has been dominate for the whole season, he kinda popped in and then pooped out a few times. Nash, has been posting the best numbers of his career…but if he wins three he’d be tied with Wilt and Larry, and personally I don’t think he’s quite in their category yet. Which leaves Dirk, and even then I’m a little leery. Yes. You read that right.

He’s been doing great, he is great, but I don’t think that he’s been the dominating force that’s been causing his team to win. The Mavs are just full of players who carry a pretty even load. They all do their parts, they all score and defend when need to. If I had to pick a player from them it would no doubt be Dirk because true, if you take him out of the Mavs line up there is a very high chance they would lose, but if it were possible I would give the MVP to the whole team.

Say it with me? Dirk for MVP.

My dad officially left the continental United States, in fact he even left the continent of North America all together, he went to Thailand. He left yesterday, but I’m wishing him Godspeed here and now.

I can’t take ESPN Page 2 anymore. It’s becoming a race garbage dump. Everything revolves around race…and it’s supposed to be about sports. Bill Simmons, AM Jump and the jokes on the cover page are the best things going on there.

Save yourself from pollution, don’t read the other columns.

“And the idea of white males fantasizing about black women is — is quite old…”-Rev. Jesse Jackson
Quietly sits and ponders this thought.

I’ve been in lots and lots of pain lately because of these.

Those 4 white specks of bone are my wisdom teeth. They are no longer inside of me. I’m keeping them in a little baggy in case I need an extra dose of smartness. They have now joined the ranks of my lucky crickets (they share it with my four eye teeth that were pulled when I was 13.

But the pain that I’m feeling isn’t directly related to the fact that my gums were cut opened and teeth were removed and I am now left with 4 holes that are patched together with thread (that isn’t dissolvable, which means I have to go back and get it removed). Nope not at all. In fact I don’t feel much pain because of that. My pain is caused by this.

Notice the right side of my face is swollen, because on my left side you can see my cheek bone. Which is normally what you can see on my right side as well. I was walking around Wal-Mart today with a McDonald’s cup filled with ice on my cheek. People looked at me strange…but seriously it’s Wal-Mart what isn’t strange there.
The pain I’m feeling is the lack of food! It’s finally getting to me. I’ve been living off of strawberry frozen yogurt, ice cream, and mango, papaya, orange juice, yogurt shakes. Last night there was pizza. I was able to sit with everyone last night while they ate the yummy, scrumptious, Papa John’s pizza, while dipping their crusts in the Garlic Olive Oil sauce, while eating the yummiest hot peppers ever. But today I couldn’t stand the sight of the enchiladas going down everyone else’s throats except for mine, so I’m here typing and telling you about my suffering.

On the upside, I was able to wear my Duke Lax shirt today.

The Miracle Card.

Last night I was packing and going through my belongings when I found all of my old birthday cards. Upon finding them I decided to look through them and read the funny, deep, and sweet messages that most of them contained. I read my 13th year, 14th year, and upon my 15th year…$40 fell out. Odd, I thought. So I quickly went through 16th and 17th years to see if my luck would continue, but nope just the $40. Now I can’t remember if that was actually from my 15th year and I just forgot about it and left it there for 3 years, or if I randomly placed it there one day last year. In any case, I’m happy that I found my long lost money. Moving really is good for you.

For future reference if you ever are feeling down, leave your messenger set as “available”, just to see if people will actually remember that it’s your birthday. If they do remember it will make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I did it today, and it worked. I wasn’t actually feeling down, but I was curious to see if anyone would remember my birthday (though I did remind my blog readers quite periodically that it was happening soon). I got chats from around 15 different people. (If you were one of them who did and are reading this I’m sorry that I didn’t answer you. The main reason why I didn’t was because I was working around the house today, so I wasn’t near my computer.)

Well my birthday was rather cool. I got to work around the house with Speck for most of the day. Then my father came over and my home worked it out that I could go out to dinner and a movie with him (It happens to be the last time I’ll see him fro a while as he is moving to Thailand on the 18th.) So we went to Applebee’s, and the Magic/Pistons game was on. Some observations…Dwight Howard is MASSIVE! Grant Hill is the Magic’s main attraction. And I still don’t like the Pistons. One swell thing is J.J. Reddick was playing, and he even scored a 3. Which made me all nostalgic thinking about when he played for Duke.

Writing of Duke. Sonia got me a Duke Lacrosse shirt as a present. I’m really rather jazzed about it. I’m also psyched that the charges were dropped today.

We watched Blood Diamond at the theater. It was quiet sad, but had a “sweet” ending. I don’t think it’s something most mothers would want to watch. I was rather surprised by DiCaprio’s acting though. He’s quite outgrown the whole “Jack” image, which is a way good thing.

I want to say three special shout outs, one to all my home members who willingly let me miss part of a home review, and one to Darren and Claire and the 3, possibly 4 E’s, for the card, and one to my dad for spending about 5 hours of your day driving to see me, as well as giving me a web cam. Love you guys, thanks so much.

On the up and up. I can Drive, I can Drink (In Mexico of course), and I have full voting rights (Scary, yet rather satisfying).