HOLY SHIT! There is a god... and he hates LSU!

THAT'S RIGHT, HE HATES LSU!!!

Ok. So he obviously hates LSU. That's understandable, their fans are arrogant pricks and their football team is way too fucking lucky. Or were and was, until this past Friday (Nov. 23 2007). It wasn't enough for god to bitchslap them with Katrina, oh no. After going 10-1, with the only loss coming from get this, Kentucky? WTF?, LSU loses in the third OT to Arkansas! An unranked team! Mwah ha ha ha ha. God, and McFadden in this case, or to Arkansas fans they may be one in the same, were like, "LSU National Champions? Bitch Please!" Watching highlights of this game made me very happy. Something did put a slight damper on the mood, though. After watching most of the Tennessee-Kentucky game, I had to leave to eat dinner, and was later informed that Tennessee won in the fourth OT by a score of 52-50. While I respect Tennessee's grit and determination, I was really pulling for them to lose... because by beating Kentucky they earned the right to play LSU (ugh) by edging out Georgia's SEC record. That's too bad; I would loved to have seen another team beat LSU (ugh), and Georgia would have had a much better chance I think. But alas, what's done is done.

For those who relish the thoughts of LSU failing out of the National Championship: This is a wonderful article, I hope everyone enjoys it. It mentions MSU! Yay! It also sports a morbid sense of humor regarding the downfall of LSU's season, and how each game they played their margin of victory got smaller and smaller... hahaha. Also, one more piece of information: Croom and the Bulldogs are now responsible for the sacking of three coaches!

Well excuse the fuck outta me...

Ok. So action A produces a negative response. Action B produces a negative response. Actions C-Z and any other letter, number, or symbol produce negative responses. Doing NOTHING AT ALL will ALSO produce a negative response. What the fuck? I give up. Apparently I don't take notice or care enough about things. And also, excuse the fuck out of me for trying to have a nice simple conversation multiple times tonight, and I apologize for the fact that everything I had to contribute to any discussion we might have had at any time tonight was wrong or stupid. I would ask that in the future that double standards please not be thrown at me, but that would probably result in another glare or getting bitched at again. I guess I will just shut up and take my seat in the back.

Yippee for me! Hopefully tomorrow they will confirm that everything is indeed my fault. I think they make a drug for that now, maybe I can get some...

The Grand Design

Or intelligent design, as some like to call it. I prefer bible school fantasies, but that's just me. Don't get me wrong, this is a very touchy subject for some people (touchy-feely if you happen to be a catholic priest). Worse still, if you happen to come across this topic with Baptist, it goes from touchy-feely to "hold still fucker, I'm gonna beat you until you accept that god made you!" Oops. I forgot to capitalize god. Guess I'm going to hell! Its ok though. Satan-side, excuse me, state-side, tends to be fairly peaceful in terms of religious psychotics, sans Michael Venyah. For those of you in college who have been lucky enough to avoid the "Screaming Evangelist", here's a vid of him on the MSU campus last year:



Silly little bible thumper. I was lucky enough to be called a fornicator! Oh if he only knew... and the sticking from behind? What's wrong with that? I mean uh, oops, was thinking out loud. Hehehe. But alas, when taking this man and other things such as Miss Teen USA Pageants (what's a map?), NFL players, lemmings, and PT Cruisers, one fact becomes painfully obvious:

Silly Minnesota.

They think that they are the center of American hockey, that since they have the best college hockey teams, they can brag and pretend to be a real NHL team. For any Wild fans out there, I have two words for you: Paul Statsny. This kid, along with some help from Sakic and Wolski, helped the Avs topple the Wild 4-2 Sunday night, adding two points the the Avs's divisionary lead over the Wild.

Aside from that, I'm not quite sure what to say here. I would like to inquire about some help, but I'm not sure whom to ask or what to ask for. I'm not even sure why I need help; something is just telling me that I probably need some. All too often I find myself tearing things and people apart for some sick self-gratification of my own. Its almost like I have a little "me" in the back of my mind that waits till the guard of a friend is down, and then attacks relentlessly for the sake of what it thinks is a humorous situation. I want to stop hurting the people I care about. I get jealous of them,but only whe I see myself hurting them, so it then becomes a viscious cycle. So to those of you that I openly attack, you are not alone. I also hope that I can figure out how to stop it and quick, before I lose more than just great friends.

To end on a lighter note;

Sitting on the bed and I'm lying wide awake

And even though its 3 am I'm still wired and I don't know why. It could be that the Avs are 1st in their division, 2nd in their conference, and 4th league... or perhaps it is the fact that the MSU Bulldogs beat the Alabama Crimson Tide 17-12 today, making the Dawgs eligible for a bowl game for the first time in over five years!



Davis Wade Stadium was deafening. Boneshaking echoes of Maroon and White wash over the arena as the sound of 55,000 loyal cowbells blasts through the air. Even more intimidating is the sheer power of all those sounds channeled and focused as one, and then directed to fall on the ears of the unsuspecting Alabama players. Needless to say, the atmosphere was electric.



So after my two teams have been doing so well, I'm happy. Maybe not deeply happy, but simply happy for things that make me happy doing well. Other than that I'm kinda drained mentally and running on autopilot. Hence the title and the song that its from. But oh well, the semester is almost over and hopefully I will be able to come through relatively unscathed.

Choked on the regrets

What goes up, must come down. Obviously. Hopefully this weekend we can all just ease back into life again. And each make it through the weekend in one piece preferably.

Coming Spring of 2008 to a Six Flags near you: The Bipolar Plunge. A friend of mine rode this pretty damn hard Wednesday night. After suffering from a case of impulsitis complicated by a lot of drama recently, we decided what the hell, lets make a run for it right in the middle of it all and party all night. So we disappear, ignore the phones, and have some fun. And in the process, damn near lose a very close friend, and in turn one of us almost went AWOL as well.

Today wasn't much better, about as awkward as you can get. Feinting spells aside, nothing major, just a lot of sulking and some intense anxiety for me when we all met up for the first time today. (lets just say I am very good at creating mental images.)

But they claim that time heals all wounds, and I hope that this holds true for us. For the first friend, I hope you feel better and make the trip home safely. It may take a while, but we will be able to get though this. For the second friend, I won't expect forgiveness for quite some time. We are just relieved and grateful you are still here and that you still care. Thanks for being one of three people always there for me. I hope one day I will be able to make that night up to you.

And to end on a positive note, the Avs defeated the Pens with a 3-2 come from behind victory Thursday night, extending their home winning streak to 6 games. Yay.