Big E's LiveJournal

So I'm coming out of LiveJournal retirement. I think I start a lot of my journals with "so". Actually, I think I start a lot of my mental dialogs with "so" including prayers. Is it a bad habit? If you have an answer to that, by all means speak up. Anyways, I just came into major writers block so I am going to cut the journal off here...sorry to disappoint whoever is reading this, but don't fear...for I will be back.

Good luck this week!

...that Tiger Woods is really the best golfer in the Universe. I'm not a huge fan of golf or anything; but that's what I would say.

So ya, I'm home....for a while.

So ya, it's been a while. I have been so unmotivated to do anything in these last few months except train. But now it's kind of looking like this next year will be one of those rebuilding years. Andrea and I are doing great and will actually be coming home for a little over a month; she got her internship at an architecture firm in San Clemente. Other than that, it looks like a holding pattern out here in Texas for another year until Andrea graduates and we can move back home and start up our lives together. Well, I'm sure nobody is reading this because I haven't updated since freakin January, but, it feels good to be back. I'm not going to make any reposting promises...but I'll try.


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So I'm home after a heart breaking loss to Alabama in the Cotton Bowl. No worries though...you win some, you lose some, that's just the way it is sometimes. This December I graduated and actually just had a look at my diploma for the first time. Also, my lovely lady friend, Andrea, will be here tomorrow night...so, if any of you guys that read this wanna get together this next week, feel free to give me a buzz. 949 275 3740





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I've made this point before and now I'm going to make it again; it's been a few years and I guess maybe some of us forgot. But guys are really, truly idiotic. We miss the most obvious, insignificant shit and then get pissed off when someone points it out to us. We do not see how important it is to make someone else feel special in their own way. It is so essential and yet is so simple as getting someone flowers. Now, it is not about the flowers folks...hell no. It's about doing something for someone that is just for them. For example, taking someone out to dinner and a movie is something that both can enjoy. Now that stuff is very important, don't get me wrong, but it is directed around both parties. Flowers and other singular type gifts, revolve around the one person. Those flowers are just for that one special person to make them feel just that...SPECIAL. Now like I said, it does not have to be just flowers; flowers are not the focus here if you haven't figured it out already. It is the act of giving someone, someTHING that makes just THEM feel special. So guys, take this to heart and understand how important this is, because I now do and it took my stubborn ass too long to figure this out. Don't be dense like I was and ignore that special person.

I love you Andrea.


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So, you people talking shit....whats up with that? You think because you leave comments saying this and that...that I'm going to stop posting MY opinion on here? It's an open forum; I am entitled to my opinion and you folks are entitled to yours. Now lets set the record straight for those of you hating on me who probably don't have a clue what you're talking about. First of all, none of you people know me and where I have come or what I have gone through the past five years. Second, I have never really bashed Tech in any of my journals; those of you that said this and that about Tech giving me an opportunity are totally right and it would be wrong of me to bash it. I have, however, bashed on Lubbock and Texas in many of my journals. If you take that stuff personally, well, tough shit. I spent my entire life living on the beach surrounded by my family. Moving here tore me away from everything I knew. I struggled with a lot of homesickness and depression, writing those journals was an outlet for a lot of the anger I was and still do feel from time to time. Lastly, to those that had shit to say about the snap against Texas, feel free to come out to practice one day and show myself and my 9 years of snapping experience how it's done. This is my third season starting as Tech's long snapper and I have started all 34 games of my career here at Tech. I have never messed up a snap until two weeks ago against Texas. So if you have some sort of problem, you can call me, my number is listed on the Tech directory.

So keep talking and saying whatever it is you want about my job, myself, and whatever else you feel obligated to give your opinion on because I sure as hell am.



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So it's football season.....the last football season for yours truly. It has been a long freakin road but holy shit I feel great to be coming down the back side of it. We have had already finished with our preseason and are starting conference play this week against Kansas University with a 3-0 record and 13th place ranking in the polls. Football is not the only thing coming to a close...I'll be graduating this December with a B.S. in Human Development and Family Studies and a minor in Food and Nutrition. In other news, Andrea and I are doing great and I couldn't be happier with the way things are going. I'm excited about getting to see my Mom, Step-Dad, and baby brother Logan in two weeks at the Nebraska game...I haven't seen any of my family since May.

I apologize for not following through on my promise to blog more often...my lap top has a virus and I don't have regular access to the internet. So I shall do my best to continue to carry the torch and bring you the mundane details of my trite and insignificant life.

Oh yes, if you have not seen "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" or "The Corpse Bride", I suggest you get off of your ass and see them now.






By the way...check this picture out right here....it is a good generalization of almost every guy in the Central time zone....

http://factualmaterial.com/douchebag.htm





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Well well well...look who came crawling back. It has been way too long since I've sat down and hacked away on my LJ. Anyways, I'm going to spare everyone the "been away too long" bull shit since everyone has heard it all before. First we are going to take a trip back to the end of spring semester which would place us around the end of April. It's funny how much a life, or lives for that matter, can change in such a short amount of time. Now, I'm not going into any graphic details, but for those of you who don't know, I broke things off with Sylvie at the end of April. But, as the saying goes, "God does not shut a door without opening a window"...my window is a woman named Andrea. Now, because it has become so late that it is early in the morning, I will save the rantings and ravings about her for another day, for there is much to elaborate upon. So we have been together for the past few months and it is beyond what I can describe and I can say that I am a changed man because of her and what she has brought to my life. Dr. Seuss described love as being the same soul belonging to two bodies; that is what this feels like. Ha, I said I wasn't going to go into details and here I am rambling on with quotes...fuck, I never use quotes. Moving along, school this summer went well and I came out on top with a 3.5gpa......whoopdie fucking do right? However, I will be graduating this December which makes me a happy camper. This summer I attended a deep snapping camp in Chicago and attained some invaluable knowledge on my craft that will hopefully allow me to have a great senior season and also get some attention from the next level. Well, as far as major events go this summer, that about wraps it up. I know its a lot of stuff squeezed into a quick little snip-it, but hey, I'm sleepy. Well, I hope you cats are enjoying your summer and I look forward to updating again soon since I got my itch back.



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Charles Schultz Philosophy


The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the "Peanuts" comic strip.

You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just read the e-mail straight through, and you'll get the point.


1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.

2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.

3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America contest.

4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.

5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and actress.

6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.


How did you do?

The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday.

These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields.

But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten.

Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.


Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:




1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.

2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.

3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.

4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.

5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.

6. Name half a dozen heroes whose stories have inspired you.

Easier?

The lesson:




The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards.
They are the ones that care.




I know it's not one of my own creations. But lately I have not been inspired to sit down and write out anything. My life has been more or less of a roller coaster the past few months and I just haven't really been in the mood. But be patient my friends, for I shall return and rock thy world.


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So now I'm back home and it's beautiful. Everything about being home is beautiful...the weather, my family, all the good stuff we don't appreciate until we're away from it. I have so much time to be home I don't even know what to do with myself. Oh yeah, if you are a person who enjoys basketball and plays a lot, please let me know as I would love to participate and it's tough to find a decent game and people to play with.

That's all I'm updating for now since there is much to be enjoyed in these next 3 or so weeks.


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Mistakes are going to be made, it is an assurance of life. Not one of us is perfect and going to lead a totally blameless life. We all lead a life full of "shoulda-woulda-coulda's"...all we can do is try to learn from these instances and do our best to avoid them in the future. Still though, the scars are left from our actions and regardless of our long term outlook, the short term effects can be rough and trying. Apologizing over and over is not going to improve the situation, all you can do is just listen and do what you can to still make yourself heard. Nothing is ever easy and we must try to do what we can to make the best out of bad situations.




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So, I was really looking forward to updating with something good, but I am currently at a loss for anything that resembles worthwhile reading. I have experience a serious lack of motivation in all aspects of my life except for my training. I seriously just want to graduate and I really don't care what my gpa is as long as I am done in August. School is boring the bejesus out of me and is driving me quite mad. I mean come on, a teacher gives you a whole semester to write a 5 to 8 page paper and I stay up all night the day before it's due start ont it...that is no definition of sanity; it's madness. I've been so out of it, I'm not even watching TV anymore. Now, I spend my days watching music videos on the internet and the countless number of Seinfeld episodes I've downloaded off of Ares. I have never been so bored in my life, I mean, there is nothing to do here, absolutely nothing. I guess if you grow up here, you really have no understanding of what else this country has to offer; if that is the case, you are a fortunate individual.

This is another weak update, but don't worry, I've got something good in my head somewhere, I just need to wait for some inspiration to bring it back out to the surface.

Oo yeah, I'm going to be home from May 11th to May 31st.

To whoever left the comment on my last post: thank you very much, I love getting comments like that. It only proves my point how narrow minded SOME Texans can be.

One last thing, I don't give a fuck that Texas can fly their flag at the same height of the American flag...I mean, it's kinda cool I suppose, but all in all, it really doesn't make this state any less of shitty place...(with the exception of East Texas).




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You know what I hate? Go on...guess...no no, not Lubbock...well I do, but that's not it; try again. You give up?? Ok Ok, that was a pretty stupid way to start. Forget it. Anyways, I cannot stand money; it's such a stain upon my life. I don't care if I have a lot or a little, I just want to have enough money to take care of business like bills, eating, just shit like that. So fuck you money.



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As usual I am ridiculously behind on updating...and as usual I don't care. But, since I have homework I need to be working on instead, I am going to update. Tonight, the topic of discussion is two fold...whatever that means. OK, two things here, one I like and one I hate. I feel that I should balance my journals with the good and the bad. We'll start with the bad...Professional Wrestling. Now, if you're name is Landon and you live in the room perpendicular to mine, you are going to take this with a grain of salt and not kill me as I sleep. Anyways, I must also clarify that I am not in any way referring to Olympian style wrestling, that is real and IS a sport, I am referring to the crap on Spike, USA, and the cable networks. The wrestling that I refer to is as much of a sport as is cheer leading; sure you get hurt sometimes, but it's because part of the routine got botched and someone either dropped you on your fool head or you slipped or whatever. If this kind of wrestling was a sport, then highlights and matches would be shown on ESPN and other related sports networks.

Now the good stuff...peeing outside. If you're a guy and you have a penis, you extract great pleasure from partaking in this. It's so...liberating isn't it? I will go out of my way to pee outside, as long as it isn't too public. Peeing at night is especially thrilling. Something about the cool night air and the warm stream of liquid coming out of the body is very invigorating.

Well that's it.

I hate being back in Lubbock, this place seriously sucks the life out of me. Oh well, Sylvie and I are doing well and that's all that matters right now...football is kind of big right now too.



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I like to think that I am a rather open minded person and that I appreciate many aspects of life. Even though I may not like something, I can respect the merit it holds. As long as someone is being true to themselves and doing or making something they enjoy and are sincere, I can respect that. However...rap/r&b...I can't respect that. At least not the stuff that's on rotation on MTV, BET, the radio, etc. Now I'm not sitting in my house watching this stuff and bitching about it when I could be changing the channel, I mean, I may be dumb but I am certainly not stupid right? The thing is, I play on a football team and that kind of music is popular with everyone, whether they're black, white, hispanic, etc. so that music is just always on whether I'm in the players lounge, weight room, etc. I guess I just don't see the merit to this music. Every song sounds like the artist is just taking personal inventory of all their worldly possessions. These possessions ranging from cars, drugs, to women. I don't respect this crap because it's not real. These artists aren't out there doing something that truly makes them feel good and get a point across...they're just showing off and are admittedly in it for the money. Ok, I'm wrapping this up because I feel myself getting annoying. In other news, this weekend was brutal and way too short. I freaking hate school and want to get out of this state...I can't believe I'm still so homesick.



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So yeah, I really do not have anything incredibly interesting to write about...not that I ever have. But whatever, I'm going to jot down a few thoughts and observations because I have an obligation to my readers to stay current here. First off, everyone in Texas is sick. And not just mentally, like, all of my classes sound like hospital rooms. The coughing is totally unstoppable; in every single class I have there is at least one person who coughs throughout the entire duration of the class. Whether it is one of my hour and a half or three hour classes, these people will not excuse themselves to cough out in the hall. There is also a flu epidemic going around and I am apparently the only one who has not come down with it yet. What I have learned from the past is that when there is a bug going around, I will not come down with it until the worst possible time...like I don't know...spring break? Yeah, that sounds about right. It's about a month from now and I can definitely see myself getting as sick as a dog and ruining my trip home. In other news, my car is in need of some serious care. It's about 6,000 miles over the last oil change and the brakes haven't been changed in like two years. I wonder how long I can drive it without doing any maintenance? Even the windshield wiper fluid is out, and it has been for the last six months. This is one of those things that I joke about now but is going to get me killed in the end...not that anything like that has really ever happened to me before, but yeah....whatever. I'm starving and it is time to leave.



My love and prayers go out to the Lindsay family who sadly lost a wonderful daughter and sister in Brooke.





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Here are some things that I have come to realize in 21 years of life on earth...

-People, in general, are kind...but stupid.
-The best music is never mainstream.
-School is much easier when you go to class.
-Procrastination is as much of a disease as alcoholism or any other addiction.
-Reading is a delight.
-Korn sold out after their first two albums.
-You're going to be unhappy with or without money.
-Spicy garlic is the best flavor of wings from Buffalo Wild Wings.
-If you let trash pile up in your room, it won't throw itself away.
-Puma is a great clothing company.
-So is Dickies.
-Tattoos don't go away no matter how much paint remover you use.
-Getting pierced is way too much fun.
-South Orange County is one of the greatest places to live on earth.
-Family will always be there.
-Folding clothes is a necessary evil that we all have to deal with.
-Sex with someone you care about is awesome.
-Airports aren't as scary as they were when I was younger.
-The clearance rack at Hot Topic is pretty swell.
-Music has saved my life.
-Masturbation is a great tool for inducing sleep.
-Concerts aren't as fun when you go alone.
-In the same sense, going to a sit-down restaurant and eating alone can be awkward.
-Axe Deodorant Body spray stinks but I use it anyways.
-Shaving isn't all its cracked up to be.
-Not having an Ipod is depressing.
-Blowing bubbles in my Jack and Coke is just as much fun as it was when I was blowing bubbles in my milk when I was 5.
-Seinfeld and Family Guy are great sources of laughter.
-I'll never drink again.
-No matter how hard I try, when I clean my room, I can't find anything until it's a mess again.
-Same thing goes for my car.
-Speaking of which, driving around in a car that is straight out of Leisure World (a retirement center in Orange County) has it's ups and downs.
-Playing football in San Diego, against Cal, in front of all my friends and family was a crowing achievement in my life.
-I hate football.
-Turning 21 was way cooler than turning 19.
-Chocolate milk that you make at home is never as good as when you buy it pre-made from the store.
-Cereal and PB&J are full course meals in and of themselves.
-Hardcore religious and political types can lick the sweat off of my balls.
-I still get excited when I find a quarter on the ground.
-I'm never having kids and I'm never getting married.
-Going to the NFL would be pretty sweet.
-No one knows who or what a deep snapper is or does.
-I hate being told what to do.
-No matter how hard I try, I will always have chicken legs.
-I took being really tan for granted...now I'm sort of a jaundice yellow (another pitfall of living in Texas)
-Texas is overrated (the state, not the school).
-Standing out from everyone around you, but still being cool is fun.
-Being injured is no fun.
-Playing injured is worse.
-People say they're going to call you later as a formality.
-Plain grapefruit and cranberry juice are my favorites.
-I haven't been happy in a long time.






Well, I hope you are all mildly amused with this crap and have better things to do than I do.




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There are more than a few theories on what happens to us when we die. Do we go to heaven, hell, are we reincarnated, and so forth. Tonight though, I was reminded of a theory I once learned of while attending the prestigious CVC Preparatory School (that was a joke to those who aren't privy). This particular theory is of a place that is not unlike a holding tank for believers and non believers alike. A place called Purgatory. This theory apparently originated with the Roman Catholics and was believed to be a place of torment before moving on to Hell. However, some Christians believe that it is a holding place until the return of Christ and the Judgment of God. Ha, I'm straying away from the point I was originally making but, as I'm reading up on Purgatory, it is quite ridiculous how anyone could believe it. The early evangelist Martin Luther claimed that Purgatory existed without a doubt and then in the same year disclaimed it. Religious hypocrisy at its finest. Apparently there is quite a bit on Purgatory that really makes no sense, but as I said, I am straying from my point. What brought about the memory of Purgatory was Wal-Mart. It seems that no matter what part of the country you are in, the Wal-Mart patrons always seem the same. And it is more than just the people on the lower socioeconomic levels; the people look like they're in a trance. These people look like they're just waiting for something to take them away; like life has ended and, like so much bovine, are waiting to be led to the slaughter. Now granted, life in general is that very way...hmm...maybe Purgatory is our life as we live it. Here we are, the day we're born is basically the day we die. We're just waiting around, living our lives as if they were our own. Man, I'm getting in over my head here and am putting way too much thought into this journal entry. So, I'm gonna stop here and let you, the readers, sort out your thoughts on this and hopefully send me some comments on what you think.


If anyone wants to send me an IPod, I would really appreciate it.



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Back in Lubbock yo. Well here I am for one last hurrah. This is the last go around...thank you Jesus. I am elated about this whole thing being on its way out. Whether the NFL works out for me or not, I really could care less. Now, thats not to say that I am not going to take every opportunity to make it to the league, but, if all of that falls through, I'm not going to hate having to move back home to South OC. I'll get a chance to start a new life and become a contributing member of society. *sigh*...well, I guess I should be getting off to bed, got that 8am class. I miss you Sylvie and all you other crazy oc kids. I'm going to have a more thorough update in the next couple of days to recap my trip home and the feelings on being back in Lubbock.


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