The following is written by the author itself, no other persons have written in this piece. The piece covers the 26th of June plot and it's surrounding events relevant to the story.
A True Story. A story about a plot.
The 26th of June Plot. I was one of two co-conspirators to this plot. It was tricky; despite our intelligence and our willpower, our plot failed. This is a true story, any and all original names, whether protagonist, antagonist or third party, will remain the same as it was that day. Enjoy the retelling of that fateful day.
On the morn of June 18th, 2008. I happened to come across a play-for-free First Person Shooter by the name of Combat Arms. I immediately was sucked into its somewhat primitive graphics and enjoyed every minute of the game, in beta at the time. I messaged a friend that day to join me. His name was Osok, one of my few loyal partners in all things shootable. They say it's good to have friends in high places. They're not lying. My good friend Osok was third-in-command of Task Force Delta, my gaming team. I proposed to him that Combat Arms is a game worthy of our team's pleasure. He did not disagree, I proceeded to create a poll on our forums that night asking others to try this game, then vote on the poll whether Combat Arms should be considered as a team game.
The poll was dead even at the end of the deadline, 48 Hours. 3 votes Yes, 3 Votes No. I frankly believed with those three votes, plus Osok and I, the proposal would pass. Apparently not. The proposal was shut down by two head admins - Mobius_One_Fox3 and Evostance. I have had no previous beef with Evostance. Mobius is a different story. Mobius was at one time my most hated clan-enemy. Under his leadership, the team was not a democracy as I would have liked it to be; but, in reality, a Hierarchy. Where the most powerful rule, and the rest have most the freedoms they could wish, but no real voting power in a house of representation. That, under Mobius, was Task Force Delta, at the time one of the most prestigious Crysis clans in North America, if not the world.
As for previous history with Mobius, it's a bit detailed: I admit I have a personal anger problem, and have been in the process of rehabilitating it. I have been suspended twice. Once for an argument gone heated, and one for insubordination. I can't explain the argument in detail but I can explain the insubordination. I was back in my first clan practice since an extended leave of absence, on a Friday night, May 30th, 2008. Team practice was average size, eight people. After one round in a public server. Mobius decided to be the de facto leader of the server. I was friends with the clan [WAR] whose server we populated, [ironically we became friends over a custom map made by Osok] and, I personally, was somewhat offended Mobius would take charge of the server. He wanted all non-TFD members to one team, and us on the other.
That's just tyranny to me. I told everyone to ignore him, seeing as I was a more familiar face in the server, I was victorious over Mobius for the time being. On Ventrilo, however, things were a different story, Mobius and I were verbally sparring over my insubordination. I tried to explain that a good Clan Leader wouldn't order around Pub Server like androids, and shouldn't expect them to either. He didn't get the message. I was kicked off of the Ventrilo and, had a talk with good ole' Moby. I tried my best to reason with him, while at the same time appeasing to him. It seemed that day his head was as thick as his mouse. I was suspended for the second time, two weeks originally, but a weekend thanks to Osok's influence and reasoning, whom I owed a debt of gratitude after. Needless to say, relations with Mobius worsened that day.
Fast forward to June 21st, 2008. The judgment on my proposal is final. Combat Arms would never see the light of day in TFD, from that day, to this. The reasons? 1. The game was in beta at the time. [Which never stopped TFD from being formed, back when Crysis was still in beta.] 2. The game was only available to citizens of North and South America, at the time. In a team with European players, in addition to North American players, the decision was somewhat obvious but unfair. My reasoning, that despite its limited availability, Combat Arms compensated because of the price. The plea was unheard.
June 24th, 2008. After some childish namecalling by all three admins, Osok, Mobius and Evostance, Osok is suspended indefinitely by Mobius. Chriscopey, a loyal subject of TFD from the beginning, is appointed interim admin. I try to reason with the admins over this suspension, just as Osok has for me. I was fuming, but not like Osok was. He was angry, after all the language used by all three admins, he says one word and he's stripped of power. Banned from Ventrilo, then spends the next day, June 25th, plotting a plan to overthrow Mobius and Evostance.
June 26th, 2008. Like the conspirators of Operation Valkyrie, we attempted to overthrow a madman and topple his regime. Osok and I laid out a three-step plan, if successful, would keep all admins out, destroy the Hierarchy of Task Force Delta; and install a new government, a Democracy, in it's place. We both knew the risks of such a plan. After all, Operation Valkyrie didn't succeed. If this plot did not succeed, both Osok and I would defect, to create a clan of our own, with the assistance of Snypr, a gamer of extreme caliber, who shared the same gaming aspirations as Osok did.
1235 Hours. First step is simple, I will join the team Ventrilo server as a normal member. Then I will enter the Server Admin Controls with a password, given to me by Osok. The password was simple, rootking. I was in the admin controls, then dumbfounded. Osok's instructions on how to remove Mobius and Evostance as admins wasn't exactly clear, but eventually took root and I succeeded in kicking and removing Mobius and Evostance, both idling at the time. I then appointed myself Administrator quickly, and eventually unbanned Osok. Osok wasn't exactly unbanned, however, until it was too late.
1255 Hours. In the first step, I made a fatal mistake, failing to ban ChrisCopey sealed our doom. Chriscopey and I fought on Xfire over this, but eventually he succeeded, kicking everybody in the server, including myself. I could not join again and everybody was banned for the time being. An Emergency Meeting was called immediately after to announce the news. I quickly lost contact with Osok once the meeting was called and feared the worst. Osok was excommunicated from TFD, and he defected the clan. I came to speak to his defense in the meeting after Mobius explained that he was nothing more than a "faggot" and an "egomaniacal prick". The first word personally offended me. I quickly came to his defense and the conversation in the chat went something like this.
Mobius - Osok has been kicked out of TFD, permanently, it seems he hacked our Ventrilo and attempted to ban Evostance and I, don't know for sure right now. It seems he came on under Jawbone's name and a different IP. He's an egomaniacal prick and that faggot is no longer welcome in TFD.
Jawbone - Wait a minute, what proof do you have of your accusations?
Mobius - He apparently knew the password of the admin controls, only him, Me, Evo and Copey know it.
Jawbone - It's a relatively easy password, you know, anyone could guess it.
Evostance - What's that supposed to mean?
Jawbone - It's...easy to guess...from what I hear.
Mobius - Oh really.
Jawbone - That's not the point, I don't think Osok would do anything this irrational.
Mobius - What's your proof of that?
Jawbone - My testimony to his character.
Mobius - Which is?
Jawbone - He's a totally sane person, he doesn't seem to be the one that burns bridges, or should I say LONDON Bridges, Evo?
Evostance - Shut up.
Mobius - Shut your mouth. One more outburst and you're out of there with him.
Jawbone - Fine. I got two words for you, I Quit!
1310 Hours. During a later one-on-one conversation...
Jawbone - Look Mobius, Osok didn't act alone in this, I did too.
Mobius - I know it was you. Don't ever think of coming back here again.
Jawbone - None of this bullshit would have happened if you weren't so quick to silence opposition.
Mobius - What Opposition, exactly.
Jawbone - I joined this team so I could get better as a player, and maybe make some friends along the way in the Crysis gaming community, dude. I thought this was a clan. I was obviously wrong. I put in more effort than anyone, I showed up to all the practices I could, I've probably improved the most out of any member here. But you seemed too concerned with competition, TFD isn't a clan, it's nothing more than a loose association of nerds with skin problems (I've later apologized for this comment days after) Enjoy it, what's left anyway. You seem too interested in silencing your critics instead of listening to them and attempting to better yourself through their advice and/or criticisms. That's your problem. That's why I helped try to overthrow this fucking hierarchy you're the head of.
The 26th of June plot failed. To Many, it marked the end of an era. Osok was kicked out, I left after my last words, and then I read a post by Evostance on the always fun-to-read forums, explaining that Mobius "set a trap that Jawbone fell for", thinking that he tricked me into spilling the beans and kicking me out. I wrote a 7 paragraph post that took damn near an hour and 15 minutes to complete explaining every inaccuracy in the news post, only to be deleted by Evostance within the hour. I finally snapped, inside. I was reminded why I helped plot against TFD. The freedom of speech was restricted. It's a dystopian society in TFD. You're under constant watch by the thought police (admins). It was 1984 all over again, so I commented to a friend, recently.
This censorship is not unfamiliar to me. When TFD lost a senior member to a rival clan, IMP, the two were on the brink of war with each other. I try to keep the peace by saying that this rivalry should be friendly only, it shouldn't turn friends against each other and tear each other to shreds. I wrote 12 paragraphs and even tried to end on a high note with a Neil Diamond music video. It was quickly deemed unnecessary and deleted. Therefore reaffirming my comparison of TFD admins to the Thought Police.
I later found out that day that Osok and Snypr planned something more elaborate. They secretly recruited many members from TFD to join if things got too heated, if the Powder Keg exploded. This plot was the Powder Keg. TFD won a Pyrrhic victory. It beat the coup, but lost the war. One by one members began leaving the clan, even admins appointed after the coup left to other clans, the newly-formed Hostile Syndicate benefiting the most, of course. In retrospect, without Snypr and Osok's precautions, the plot would have failed totally, instead, it slowly crippled and ate away at TFD's member base. Looking at it this way, we accomplished our objective, and crippled the hierarchy, literally from the inside-out. We Won.
Where is everyone? Six months after the "failed" coup?
Jawbone is me. I later contemplated many things, including setting up a March Madness tournament with clans who would compete for my allegiance. I later joined SOC, and remain there at the time of this writing, happy as a clam!
Osok was, indeed, kicked out. He later formed Hostile Syndicate, an exclusive team with Snypr, which includes former members from =HIGH-PING=, previously independent gamers, and the majority make up =TFD= Alumni.
Snypr immediately teamed up with Osok for weeks, even months before the actual plot itself. He pre-rented the server, helped set up the server, and brain-stormed with Osok, and Hostile Syndicate remains a strong clan to this day; led by Osok, Snypr, Eagle and Evideus, all former TFD members.
Evostance later left TFD during the summer, later to return September of '08 to lead a newly-rebooted Task Force Delta. Whether it's the same Hierarchy as it was in the original TFD days before, has yet to be determined.
as for Mobius? Mobius left TFD once, weeks before the plot, only later to return with new determination and a wish to bring Battlefield 2 to TFD. later slowly lost members in TFD, many left to rival clans. IMP, 760, especially Hostile Syndicate. Once Evostance later left the clan for the summer, he realized he was a man without a clan, like the man without a country. He vowed to reboot TFD later in the year as a Far Cry 2 clan. He succeeded and TFD is a now-successful Battlefield 2 and Project Reality gaming team. He and I later repaired our bitter war of words and have even talked in recent weeks, seeming to put the incident behind us...
I realized one thing. In the novel 1984, protagonist Winston Smith later realized that He was nothing without Big Brother. Mobius, was somewhat, my own Big Brother.
It took a while, especially considering his young age, for me to accept him as a leader. No matter what happened, though, he still eventually earned my respect as a leader. Despite his age and his controversial tenure, he has the skills to be a leader. Winston Smith loved Big Brother. Without him, he was nothing. Without TFD, who know where I would be? None of this would have happened. Mobius, is Big Brother. In the end, no matter what, I realized. I loved Big Brother.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
The Christmas Special
I'd like to say to everybody here: Have a Merry Christmas. Enjoy the eight days of Hanukkah. Happy Kwanzaa to all my brothers and sisters out there. Happy Holidays.
Wanna see what I got my fiancée?
Hehe, it cost me a pretty penny for this little penny but it was damn near worth it to see a smile on her face. :) (I ordered it when she was in the Shower, I'm surprised she didn't question what I was doing since I wasn't in the shower with her ;)
Happy Holidays, everyone!
Wanna see what I got my fiancée?
Hehe, it cost me a pretty penny for this little penny but it was damn near worth it to see a smile on her face. :) (I ordered it when she was in the Shower, I'm surprised she didn't question what I was doing since I wasn't in the shower with her ;)
Happy Holidays, everyone!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Episode 3. Part 6
After that day of swimming and drinking, and after we ate probably the best roast pig we have ever f*cking eaten! Ever! I was chewing the hard skin because it was good. (it's my favorite part of the Pig now, other than the bacon part and the SpiderPig lobe of the Brain) And after a night of intense intimacy which details I shall not go into. I was awakened by the ringing of Kristina's iPhone. (I knew it was her, her ringtone was Low by T-Pain) I was pissed. First I was awakened at damn near 5 in the morning, second she happened to be on top of me when she was awakened and when she answered she managed to grab the phone, then slip on my body, and slam her elbow into my chest. I grabbed the nearest object and muffled myself with it to mask the yells of pain! Then she answers her phone, and is told to answer the door. She gets dressed, opens it and finds Michael and Leslie standing outside the door. She invites them in after the three of them hear my muffled screams. Not a wise move: she turns on the light, while it did blind me, it did not blind my newly-found friends and they saw me gagging on Kristina's thong! I kid you not, I was muffling my screams with something that muffles my fiancée's muff. Kristina was laughing on the floor and Michael and Leslie were standing with a dumbfounded look on their faces asking: "Hey mate...did we walk in on anything?"
After I chewed those two out for waking the two of us up, we ended up sleeping til around 8 AM, and what perfect timing. Breakfast served to us! Is served! The past four days we had to get our own food, but today, we can actually order off a menu in one of the restuarants and have it delivered to us! Steak & Eggs, over easy. Bacon on the side, for me. After eating and savoring the food because it was probably one of the best-cooked meals I've ever had. I followed my fiancée and friends, then finally got the balls to ask what's next.
Windsurfing. I've been surfing before on a fairly regular basis back in the states, but never windsurfing. I personally didn't like it at all. Kristina, naturally being a surfer, enjoyed it and was particularly good at it, too. Not as good as on a normal longboard and surfboard but good enough for a newbie with a windsail. It was Enough fun, however that I skipped lunch to surf with her and watch her surf. To conclude the post, I got a couple pics from windsurfing I'd like to show ya all: (As of this posting, Imageshack is being a bitch and none of my pics are loading, more deets to come in subsequent posts.)
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By rjrocks32
aren't we so cute? hehe. love ya, babe.
After I chewed those two out for waking the two of us up, we ended up sleeping til around 8 AM, and what perfect timing. Breakfast served to us! Is served! The past four days we had to get our own food, but today, we can actually order off a menu in one of the restuarants and have it delivered to us! Steak & Eggs, over easy. Bacon on the side, for me. After eating and savoring the food because it was probably one of the best-cooked meals I've ever had. I followed my fiancée and friends, then finally got the balls to ask what's next.
Windsurfing. I've been surfing before on a fairly regular basis back in the states, but never windsurfing. I personally didn't like it at all. Kristina, naturally being a surfer, enjoyed it and was particularly good at it, too. Not as good as on a normal longboard and surfboard but good enough for a newbie with a windsail. It was Enough fun, however that I skipped lunch to surf with her and watch her surf. To conclude the post, I got a couple pics from windsurfing I'd like to show ya all: (As of this posting, Imageshack is being a bitch and none of my pics are loading, more deets to come in subsequent posts.)
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By rjrocks32
aren't we so cute? hehe. love ya, babe.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Episode 3. Part 5.
Surfing is awesome. Then again, living right on the Gulf of Mexico, and before that being raised on the Jersey Shore, and yet still only 45 minutes from Brighton Beach and Coney Island, I'm not surprised I surf. Neither is Kristina, frankly every couple needs time to do something they both have in common. Besides Sex, of course. But for us, it's Surfing. I'm not the best surfer, and hanging ten usually ends with me hanging 10 toes above the water and everything else submerged in water after a massive wipeout, but since Kristina's a hell of a surfer, she alone is my motivation for improving.
We didn't surf much during our trip, which disappointed me a bit, honestly. You'd think that with two weeks on vacation we'd spend at least five of those days surfing for the most part. But, after our fun that night, dinner and a PPV movie (Batman Begins), we went to sleep, for tomorrow, surfing shall prevail.
Surfing did not prevail. It was 45 dollars each for six hours, that's when Kristina got pissed. I didn't take the initative to find out the prices earlier, and instead of spending a night rutting together like a couple of pigs in a mudbath (i.e. Sex), we went to bed at a reasonable hour, assuming we'd be surfing. When we realized that, we both were pissed! She even tried to challenge the clerk to a "surf-off" to rent the boards for free. Then settled for nothing as she walked away in anger, and I followed her, 'cuz frankly, who could resist that ass? (Just Kidding, ya know I love every part of you, babe)
But ass or not, I don't wanna be stranded in a huge shore-side resort without her. Frankly, I can barely be without her, let alone live without her. (Cue the "Awe's" )
But the first failure of our trip finally came, and it took damn near four days to get to it. No one expected a perfect trip, but having a hot fiancée and her hot (but not-as-hot) cousin with you makes the trip a helluva lot more fun. Hehe.
We didn't surf much during our trip, which disappointed me a bit, honestly. You'd think that with two weeks on vacation we'd spend at least five of those days surfing for the most part. But, after our fun that night, dinner and a PPV movie (Batman Begins), we went to sleep, for tomorrow, surfing shall prevail.
Surfing did not prevail. It was 45 dollars each for six hours, that's when Kristina got pissed. I didn't take the initative to find out the prices earlier, and instead of spending a night rutting together like a couple of pigs in a mudbath (i.e. Sex), we went to bed at a reasonable hour, assuming we'd be surfing. When we realized that, we both were pissed! She even tried to challenge the clerk to a "surf-off" to rent the boards for free. Then settled for nothing as she walked away in anger, and I followed her, 'cuz frankly, who could resist that ass? (Just Kidding, ya know I love every part of you, babe)
But ass or not, I don't wanna be stranded in a huge shore-side resort without her. Frankly, I can barely be without her, let alone live without her. (Cue the "Awe's" )
But the first failure of our trip finally came, and it took damn near four days to get to it. No one expected a perfect trip, but having a hot fiancée and her hot (but not-as-hot) cousin with you makes the trip a helluva lot more fun. Hehe.
Episode 3. Part 4.5.
Look at Yahoo's front page right now. go to the video tab, look what you see. a girl trying to steal a ball from a boy with a blue jersey with the words Blazers on it with the headline: Team Sticks by Girl Player. I know the boy, his name is Chris Mousel, and he plays for the Inverness Christian Academy Blazers.
That's right. The Inverness Christian Blazers. My Team. I played the team "with the girl". But the team's more than that. I can tell you guys that as they beat my Junior Varsity players that day, they weren't arrogant or cocky when they celebrated, they acted gracious towards their visiting team. They prayed before and after games, shook my players hands instead of that hi-5 bullshit some players give mine. They were just as gracious when my Varsity boys defeated theirs as their JV players were towards mine. I can personally say Westside Christian was possibly the nicest school I have ever had the great opportunity of coaching against. I personally wrote to the Suncoast Christian Conference the next day voicing my opinion: that Aliyah should play for the remainder of the season and then the conference should amend the rules to better clarify what to do in this situation.
I saw her in a warmup shirt that day when I arrived at Westside Christian, and I first assumed that she was just wearing her boyfriend's jersey. I was wrong, as I watched the players take the court, she came on the court as well. I was surprised, to say the least. I later found out that for every game she played in, the team would have to forfeit that respective game. I felt like crap, especially since we lost 37-35 to Westside that say.
I'm afraid for the state of the conference right now. It seems that if this negative attention somehow reaches Yahoo! then there's going to be some negative press elsewhere. Good thing our next game isn't until the 6th, I need to clear the crap outta my head. Maybe...a Pepsi?*
Because It Can.
*Sipping on a Pepsi, Thinkin' reference.
That's right. The Inverness Christian Blazers. My Team. I played the team "with the girl". But the team's more than that. I can tell you guys that as they beat my Junior Varsity players that day, they weren't arrogant or cocky when they celebrated, they acted gracious towards their visiting team. They prayed before and after games, shook my players hands instead of that hi-5 bullshit some players give mine. They were just as gracious when my Varsity boys defeated theirs as their JV players were towards mine. I can personally say Westside Christian was possibly the nicest school I have ever had the great opportunity of coaching against. I personally wrote to the Suncoast Christian Conference the next day voicing my opinion: that Aliyah should play for the remainder of the season and then the conference should amend the rules to better clarify what to do in this situation.
I saw her in a warmup shirt that day when I arrived at Westside Christian, and I first assumed that she was just wearing her boyfriend's jersey. I was wrong, as I watched the players take the court, she came on the court as well. I was surprised, to say the least. I later found out that for every game she played in, the team would have to forfeit that respective game. I felt like crap, especially since we lost 37-35 to Westside that say.
I'm afraid for the state of the conference right now. It seems that if this negative attention somehow reaches Yahoo! then there's going to be some negative press elsewhere. Good thing our next game isn't until the 6th, I need to clear the crap outta my head. Maybe...a Pepsi?*
Because It Can.
*Sipping on a Pepsi, Thinkin' reference.
Episode 3. Part 4.
When we last saw our last blog update:
"I was surprised the game didn't result in a British Empire civil war. More Importantly, I gave my new mates our room number so they know where to find us, so we can find our next adventure..."
That "next adventure" won't happen for a while, sorry all.
But I'm gonna take this time to tell Ya'll that when I cannot make a deadline for my posts. This is one of those nights. I'll have my next post up by 6 P.M. EST tomorrow afternoon, I promise you that, I won't miss another blog post as long as it's within my control. It's easier than typing my blog on an iPhone.
"I was surprised the game didn't result in a British Empire civil war. More Importantly, I gave my new mates our room number so they know where to find us, so we can find our next adventure..."
That "next adventure" won't happen for a while, sorry all.
But I'm gonna take this time to tell Ya'll that when I cannot make a deadline for my posts. This is one of those nights. I'll have my next post up by 6 P.M. EST tomorrow afternoon, I promise you that, I won't miss another blog post as long as it's within my control. It's easier than typing my blog on an iPhone.
Episode 3. Part 3.
When we last saw our pro-active protagonist...
"Volleyball. Brits vs Aussies. After some deliberation, considering Krissy (suck it, Khloe) has equal Austrailian and British ethnicity, (voice-wise, she speaks Aussie) I play for the Aussies, against her."
Now, Back to Diary of an Engaged Teenager!
I was excited as hell to be playing, this would be a game I would never forget. Until I realized that I was going up against my future wife, which then became a game I wanted to forget. If I spiked a ball in her face, that would mean no sex for me. If she spiked a ball in my face, she would use that as an example of humiliation against me. If I got hit in the balls, that would make my nuts hurt severely. If either of us got hurt, it would mean big consequences for both of us, but that was the last thing on my mind at the time. Game was set, first to 25 won it all. Yippie-Ki-Yay, Motherfuckers. Two rows of three, just like varsity volleyball. I had the lucky opportunity to also be the last to serve on my team, being placed in the middle of the back row. Aussies serve first, and our biggest player, a 6'5'' 220 pound surfer dude, a taller version of me, can't even get it over the net. I knew shit would hit the fan if our tallest was our worst.
Britain serves next, and a short 5'9'' little twit spike-serves it over the net and straight at me, I lob the ball over my wingmen in the front and they volley it back to me as I rush to the front and spike it down to the ground and earn a point for the Aussies. 1-1 Even, then my exact mirror-image of me comes to serve. Name's Michael, He's 6'0'', 180 pounds and smokin' hot with a surfer-mop head of hair and a six-pack. Technically same looking person as I am. He f*cking slams the ball! SLAMS! it over the net and winds up some 50 metres away from the court. I run to the ball, hand it to Kristina who's serving next, and whispered in her ear a line I modified from an original AC/DC lyric: "It's a long way to the top, babe, but I'll bring the Aussies there first." I then flash a smile and run back to my side and take my position on the court. She wasn't about to let that go unanswered.
I immediately felt a rush of confidence flowing through my body. Until I heard six words that made my blood curdle: "Hey baby, bring THIS with you!" She then proceeded to run incredibly fast, jump, then slam the ball over the net and onto the ground without so much as an answer. I showed no emotion, and eventually answered the next serve by tapping it down on the ground, away from the imbibed Brits. The rest of the game ran relatively close for the most part, with no team gaining more than a 3 point lead. By the time that the game's 21-20 with Britain in the lead, Kristina comes up again to serve, and I call a timeout. I tell everyone that when she gets ready to serve, just wolf-whistle the whole time to distract her. Timeout's over and it's time to see how loyally my Australian Drones listened to my orders.
Kristina comes up to serve again, (since she's wearing a Black & White two-piece anyway, I'm surprised my teammates held their wolf-whistles until the very end.) They wolf-whistle, according to my orders, and I can see her smile in mid-air and get distracted, and the shot goes dead left and out of bounds. My strategy worked. Each point is followed by the other team scoring until it's 24-23 Australia, again. I get to serve, and seem to be worked up to ace another shot, but I get distracted when every single one of my opponents scares me into half-serving my shot in mid-air, which they tip into my side and score a point. Win-by-Two doesn't apply in this case. When I get up off the ground, I immediately answer the next shot in extreme anger, and slam a shot, which bounces off a huge British bloke's abs, bounces back to our side, and almost costs us the game had it not been for Michael's awesome dive and my backwards wrist-slam of the ball.
When we get back possession, the same 6'5'' dum-dum who cost us our first point is up to serve. With a little motivation speech by me, I encourage him enough to lightly tap the ball over the net, and let me do the work. He does exactly what I tell him to do. With all his strength, he avoids slamming the ball and he taps it enough to get it over, sliding over this Brit's back and onto the ground. Celebrations all around as Aussies win on their home turf. I walk straight to Kristina afterward and said: "Nice Strategy" She responded: "I learned from the best...then I learned from you, hehe." The 6'5'' dude, who I later found out was named Leslie (hehe, girls name.) asked the two of us to stay. I said I was done for the day, but we'll be in the bar.
I walked hand-in-hand with Kristina to the bar and guess who's there bartending? Khloe noticed that we weren't covered in water, but with sweat. She asked: "Hard Volleyball Game?" Me and Kristina both responded: "You got no damn idea" Then we both looked at each other and smiled, I pecked her on the lips, then drank some Strawberry Daiquiri as Khloe explained she watched the whole game from the bar. "You'd be surprised what you can see from here" she said.
I was surprised the game didn't result in a British Empire civil war. More Importantly, I gave my new mates our room number so they know where to find us, so we can find our next adventure...
Because I Can.
Episode 3 Part 4 Coming Soon!
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"Volleyball. Brits vs Aussies. After some deliberation, considering Krissy (suck it, Khloe) has equal Austrailian and British ethnicity, (voice-wise, she speaks Aussie) I play for the Aussies, against her."
Now, Back to Diary of an Engaged Teenager!
I was excited as hell to be playing, this would be a game I would never forget. Until I realized that I was going up against my future wife, which then became a game I wanted to forget. If I spiked a ball in her face, that would mean no sex for me. If she spiked a ball in my face, she would use that as an example of humiliation against me. If I got hit in the balls, that would make my nuts hurt severely. If either of us got hurt, it would mean big consequences for both of us, but that was the last thing on my mind at the time. Game was set, first to 25 won it all. Yippie-Ki-Yay, Motherfuckers. Two rows of three, just like varsity volleyball. I had the lucky opportunity to also be the last to serve on my team, being placed in the middle of the back row. Aussies serve first, and our biggest player, a 6'5'' 220 pound surfer dude, a taller version of me, can't even get it over the net. I knew shit would hit the fan if our tallest was our worst.
Britain serves next, and a short 5'9'' little twit spike-serves it over the net and straight at me, I lob the ball over my wingmen in the front and they volley it back to me as I rush to the front and spike it down to the ground and earn a point for the Aussies. 1-1 Even, then my exact mirror-image of me comes to serve. Name's Michael, He's 6'0'', 180 pounds and smokin' hot with a surfer-mop head of hair and a six-pack. Technically same looking person as I am. He f*cking slams the ball! SLAMS! it over the net and winds up some 50 metres away from the court. I run to the ball, hand it to Kristina who's serving next, and whispered in her ear a line I modified from an original AC/DC lyric: "It's a long way to the top, babe, but I'll bring the Aussies there first." I then flash a smile and run back to my side and take my position on the court. She wasn't about to let that go unanswered.
I immediately felt a rush of confidence flowing through my body. Until I heard six words that made my blood curdle: "Hey baby, bring THIS with you!" She then proceeded to run incredibly fast, jump, then slam the ball over the net and onto the ground without so much as an answer. I showed no emotion, and eventually answered the next serve by tapping it down on the ground, away from the imbibed Brits. The rest of the game ran relatively close for the most part, with no team gaining more than a 3 point lead. By the time that the game's 21-20 with Britain in the lead, Kristina comes up again to serve, and I call a timeout. I tell everyone that when she gets ready to serve, just wolf-whistle the whole time to distract her. Timeout's over and it's time to see how loyally my Australian Drones listened to my orders.
Kristina comes up to serve again, (since she's wearing a Black & White two-piece anyway, I'm surprised my teammates held their wolf-whistles until the very end.) They wolf-whistle, according to my orders, and I can see her smile in mid-air and get distracted, and the shot goes dead left and out of bounds. My strategy worked. Each point is followed by the other team scoring until it's 24-23 Australia, again. I get to serve, and seem to be worked up to ace another shot, but I get distracted when every single one of my opponents scares me into half-serving my shot in mid-air, which they tip into my side and score a point. Win-by-Two doesn't apply in this case. When I get up off the ground, I immediately answer the next shot in extreme anger, and slam a shot, which bounces off a huge British bloke's abs, bounces back to our side, and almost costs us the game had it not been for Michael's awesome dive and my backwards wrist-slam of the ball.
When we get back possession, the same 6'5'' dum-dum who cost us our first point is up to serve. With a little motivation speech by me, I encourage him enough to lightly tap the ball over the net, and let me do the work. He does exactly what I tell him to do. With all his strength, he avoids slamming the ball and he taps it enough to get it over, sliding over this Brit's back and onto the ground. Celebrations all around as Aussies win on their home turf. I walk straight to Kristina afterward and said: "Nice Strategy" She responded: "I learned from the best...then I learned from you, hehe." The 6'5'' dude, who I later found out was named Leslie (hehe, girls name.) asked the two of us to stay. I said I was done for the day, but we'll be in the bar.
I walked hand-in-hand with Kristina to the bar and guess who's there bartending? Khloe noticed that we weren't covered in water, but with sweat. She asked: "Hard Volleyball Game?" Me and Kristina both responded: "You got no damn idea" Then we both looked at each other and smiled, I pecked her on the lips, then drank some Strawberry Daiquiri as Khloe explained she watched the whole game from the bar. "You'd be surprised what you can see from here" she said.
I was surprised the game didn't result in a British Empire civil war. More Importantly, I gave my new mates our room number so they know where to find us, so we can find our next adventure...
Because I Can.
Episode 3 Part 4 Coming Soon!
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Episode 3. Part 2. [Rated R]
"I was stone-faced at this point because it seemed she spent years studying my life. I answered 'You Know Me Well..."
She answered "Damn right I do, I'm Khloe, nice to meet you." I shook her hand and then asked how she knew all this. Khloe explained that she's a secret agent for MI6 and she's undercover to spy on local kangaroo smugglers. I stood with my jaw in my lap, then after a short pause had a small grin on her face. "Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you! Me and Krissy are cousins" I looked at Kristina and she confirmed it, I was staring in the face of my fiancée and my hot cousin-in-law. There were three things running through my mind: First thing was, like anybody who met a hot cousin of their girlfriend or fiancee, the thought of a threesome, second thing was "Holy Shit Khloe's hot", and third thing was...do all my relatives' names start with the letter K? Oh, and last thing, where the hell does that bitch get off calling my Krissy, Krissy? That's my nickname/pet name for her and it shall remain mine!
After I got to meet Khloe, me and Kristina went off to sleep at around...2 A.M. in the morning, awaiting the morning of our first full day in a two-week vacation, my first in about three years not to mention!I was dead wrong about "awaiting the morning," I slept til about 10 A.M. Local Time, until I was woken up by housekeeping. After I shooed her out of the room, Kristina and I went back to sleep til about 1 P.M. in the afternoon. After I got up, I woke Kristina up and told her to meet me in the pool as soon as she was ready. I waited probably til 1:30 in the pool, then hopped up at the bar and drank a couple 7 and 7's. (Seagram's Whiskey and 7UP) Only problem is that it's supposed to be served in a shot glass, and I got it in a soda cup about three times bigger, filled to the top. In Reality, when I drank a "couple" I drank 6 shots in about an hour and a half. I fell backwards from the barstool into the pool right below the wall that separates the bar from the pool. Guess who I fall on?
That's right, my fiancée. Out of probably 2,000 people at the resort, I fall onto her. I can't see her, since water's in my eyes, but surprisingly she seemed happy to see me, forgetting the fact that a 190 pound drunk fell on her. I gave a sheepish smile and she grabbed me from my chain and lifted me out of the pool for a second, knowing I was drunk as a sailor's gay lover. Luckily I didn't crack her head open and I spent a better part of the day swimming around to sober up with her help. Then comes the fun part.
Volleyball. Brits vs Aussies. After some deliberation, considering Krissy (suck it, Khloe) has equal Austrailian and British ethnicity, (voice-wise, she speaks Aussie) I play for the Aussies, against her.
Part III Coming Soon!
Sound Off! Does it sound like I'm lying through my teeth? Does it sound like I should extend this episode into an entire serial, a new day updated, everyday? Enjoy reading the rest of the updates.
Because I Can.
She answered "Damn right I do, I'm Khloe, nice to meet you." I shook her hand and then asked how she knew all this. Khloe explained that she's a secret agent for MI6 and she's undercover to spy on local kangaroo smugglers. I stood with my jaw in my lap, then after a short pause had a small grin on her face. "Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you! Me and Krissy are cousins" I looked at Kristina and she confirmed it, I was staring in the face of my fiancée and my hot cousin-in-law. There were three things running through my mind: First thing was, like anybody who met a hot cousin of their girlfriend or fiancee, the thought of a threesome, second thing was "Holy Shit Khloe's hot", and third thing was...do all my relatives' names start with the letter K? Oh, and last thing, where the hell does that bitch get off calling my Krissy, Krissy? That's my nickname/pet name for her and it shall remain mine!
After I got to meet Khloe, me and Kristina went off to sleep at around...2 A.M. in the morning, awaiting the morning of our first full day in a two-week vacation, my first in about three years not to mention!I was dead wrong about "awaiting the morning," I slept til about 10 A.M. Local Time, until I was woken up by housekeeping. After I shooed her out of the room, Kristina and I went back to sleep til about 1 P.M. in the afternoon. After I got up, I woke Kristina up and told her to meet me in the pool as soon as she was ready. I waited probably til 1:30 in the pool, then hopped up at the bar and drank a couple 7 and 7's. (Seagram's Whiskey and 7UP) Only problem is that it's supposed to be served in a shot glass, and I got it in a soda cup about three times bigger, filled to the top. In Reality, when I drank a "couple" I drank 6 shots in about an hour and a half. I fell backwards from the barstool into the pool right below the wall that separates the bar from the pool. Guess who I fall on?
That's right, my fiancée. Out of probably 2,000 people at the resort, I fall onto her. I can't see her, since water's in my eyes, but surprisingly she seemed happy to see me, forgetting the fact that a 190 pound drunk fell on her. I gave a sheepish smile and she grabbed me from my chain and lifted me out of the pool for a second, knowing I was drunk as a sailor's gay lover. Luckily I didn't crack her head open and I spent a better part of the day swimming around to sober up with her help. Then comes the fun part.
Volleyball. Brits vs Aussies. After some deliberation, considering Krissy (suck it, Khloe) has equal Austrailian and British ethnicity, (voice-wise, she speaks Aussie) I play for the Aussies, against her.
Part III Coming Soon!
Sound Off! Does it sound like I'm lying through my teeth? Does it sound like I should extend this episode into an entire serial, a new day updated, everyday? Enjoy reading the rest of the updates.
Because I Can.
Episode 3 [Rated R...]
...for Really Funny! [No seriously, some things are rated R for Raunchy, no one who still believes in a stork bringing a baby brother to your mommy and daddy should read this.]
"Beware the Ides of March" One of the most famous prophesies in all of literature...uttered by a Soothsayer in Shakespeare's historical play Julius Caesar.
F*ck That! Beware of Kristina Raiti is a better prophesy. I'm gonna take this journal today to tell my readers about the funny things my fiancée plans, especially when she gets her other people involved.
I got one story to tell you about me and her. I recently vacationed with Kristina to Austrailia, one of her four native lands. She's been wanting to go for at least six months before and wanted to go to a specific resort, the Crowne Plaza Hotel & Resort in Sydney, on the flight there, (my first on a 747 nonetheless) in the middle of the night on the way there, she wants to join the mile-high club. I never joined the mile-high club before, but I wasn't about to do it, especially on this flight. I convinced Kristina that if we try to join the mile-high club this time, we'll be on the no-fly list and we'll NEVER be able to join it, luckily she took it all right and the rest of the flight went down smooth as a Foster's (with an Australian fiancée, what the hell do you think I'm drinking?)
By the time I get off the plane (with apparently only 63 other passengers on the whole flight) hand-in-hand with Kristina, customs is surprisingly easy to get through, only 30 minutes from getting off to the plane to being at Baggage Claim, and this is where the fun really starts. While waiting for four dark-green coloured pieces of baggage to roll through the Qantas Baggage Rail, Kristina whispers in my ear that "there's a surprise at the hotel waiting for us there" I instantly fill with surprise and confusion, like a look a dog gives you when you mention the vet. I finally found our bags and found our hotel shuttle waiting for us outside the airport, and a 10-minute ride to the resort, still hand in hand like a newly married couple. (Ironic since despite the engagement I got no plans to tie the knot)
My first reaction was "Holy Shit, I F*cking Love Austrailia" After we check into the hotel, and are restrained with little wristbands that get us all the food, drink, and most importantly alcoholic drinks we want, I literally ripped off the basketball warmup pants and rip my shirt in half to reveal surf trunks I wore since the minute we left the house in Florida. Turns out, I was the only one prepared to immediately go in the pool. I had to wait an entire thirteen minutes for Kristina to change cause I'm scared being on a resort pool deck alone in Sydney. I didn't even get the benefit of helping her change or even judging what would look best on her! So, we walk down to the pool deck, again hand-in-hand like good couples do, and sit down at one of the restaurant bars.
Then I meet the bartender, now I'm engaged, and I think this chick is frigging hot. She was around 5'8'', blonde-haired, tan and perky breasts. She was one of those attractive bartenders who always wore a two-piece bikini in resort uniform colors, who also knew their way around a few drinks, and making them too! She looked right at the two of us together then looked straight at me, and I'm sitting here stonefaced, scared shitless. I know the minute I think naughty thoughts with her, Kristina will kick my ass, and worst part is that she'd have home-court advantage in this ass-kicking!
She starts "RJ Mitchell, I Presume?" I respond with a low "Yes" and she begins a long list of my personal details: "1.8 Meters, 6 Foot Even in your case, you've had two knee surgeries in the past two years, you're a tactical AMERICAN football genius, ran a 4.3 forty-yard dash, and from what I hear, you're good in bed?"
I was stone-faced at this point because it seemed she spent years studying my life. I answered "You Know Me Well..."
Episode 3 Part 2 coming soon!
"Beware the Ides of March" One of the most famous prophesies in all of literature...uttered by a Soothsayer in Shakespeare's historical play Julius Caesar.
F*ck That! Beware of Kristina Raiti is a better prophesy. I'm gonna take this journal today to tell my readers about the funny things my fiancée plans, especially when she gets her other people involved.
I got one story to tell you about me and her. I recently vacationed with Kristina to Austrailia, one of her four native lands. She's been wanting to go for at least six months before and wanted to go to a specific resort, the Crowne Plaza Hotel & Resort in Sydney, on the flight there, (my first on a 747 nonetheless) in the middle of the night on the way there, she wants to join the mile-high club. I never joined the mile-high club before, but I wasn't about to do it, especially on this flight. I convinced Kristina that if we try to join the mile-high club this time, we'll be on the no-fly list and we'll NEVER be able to join it, luckily she took it all right and the rest of the flight went down smooth as a Foster's (with an Australian fiancée, what the hell do you think I'm drinking?)
By the time I get off the plane (with apparently only 63 other passengers on the whole flight) hand-in-hand with Kristina, customs is surprisingly easy to get through, only 30 minutes from getting off to the plane to being at Baggage Claim, and this is where the fun really starts. While waiting for four dark-green coloured pieces of baggage to roll through the Qantas Baggage Rail, Kristina whispers in my ear that "there's a surprise at the hotel waiting for us there" I instantly fill with surprise and confusion, like a look a dog gives you when you mention the vet. I finally found our bags and found our hotel shuttle waiting for us outside the airport, and a 10-minute ride to the resort, still hand in hand like a newly married couple. (Ironic since despite the engagement I got no plans to tie the knot)
My first reaction was "Holy Shit, I F*cking Love Austrailia" After we check into the hotel, and are restrained with little wristbands that get us all the food, drink, and most importantly alcoholic drinks we want, I literally ripped off the basketball warmup pants and rip my shirt in half to reveal surf trunks I wore since the minute we left the house in Florida. Turns out, I was the only one prepared to immediately go in the pool. I had to wait an entire thirteen minutes for Kristina to change cause I'm scared being on a resort pool deck alone in Sydney. I didn't even get the benefit of helping her change or even judging what would look best on her! So, we walk down to the pool deck, again hand-in-hand like good couples do, and sit down at one of the restaurant bars.
Then I meet the bartender, now I'm engaged, and I think this chick is frigging hot. She was around 5'8'', blonde-haired, tan and perky breasts. She was one of those attractive bartenders who always wore a two-piece bikini in resort uniform colors, who also knew their way around a few drinks, and making them too! She looked right at the two of us together then looked straight at me, and I'm sitting here stonefaced, scared shitless. I know the minute I think naughty thoughts with her, Kristina will kick my ass, and worst part is that she'd have home-court advantage in this ass-kicking!
She starts "RJ Mitchell, I Presume?" I respond with a low "Yes" and she begins a long list of my personal details: "1.8 Meters, 6 Foot Even in your case, you've had two knee surgeries in the past two years, you're a tactical AMERICAN football genius, ran a 4.3 forty-yard dash, and from what I hear, you're good in bed?"
I was stone-faced at this point because it seemed she spent years studying my life. I answered "You Know Me Well..."
Episode 3 Part 2 coming soon!
Episode 2
I Love My Students.
I truly do. As an almost full-time teacher and student, I have a lot of people looking up to me. I teach 11th grade history at Inverness Christian Academy, my graduating school. I'm a relatively cool teacher, and many people say that, even parents. Here's an example of my teaching style: First, I open class with a monologue, can be funny, can be serious, can be anything, really. Then I get on with the lesson.
History always appealed to me and being able to teach it at the school I attended is truly an honor. I always bring humor into a lesson, whenever I can, and even parents have come up to me and told me that they talk about how I teach and many say that they've become more interested in history thanks to me. Those kind of words are why I love working with kids.
I was recently troubled with some disciplinary measures today; as Athletic Director of the Inverness Christian Blazers, I get final say in disciplinary measures regarding student-athletes. Just today I had to suspend my star Point Guard two games for pantsing a classmate, a decision which was tough to make. I knew he would have to be punished, however. I told him that the minute he comes back, nothing will have changed roster-wise, he'll still be a starter and my opinion of him will not change.
I had to coach Varsity with only eight players. Five of which were truly Varsity players and three of which were JV-Varsity players. The Referees were some of the stupidest I have personally had the displeasure of meeting. There were three separate incidents that angered me:
1. One of the referees had the nerve to call me "dude" in an attempt to calm me down after I got angry after a bad call. Which brings me to...
2. When one of my players, and an opponent were fighting over the ball. The defender (opponent) had the nerve to call a timeout literally the very second that he got loosened from the ball. I was fuming at that point, slamming my water bottle onto a chair in the process.
3. One of my players was elbowed in the chest, and out of anger punched an empty spectator chair, earning his 5th foul and a technical foul, with me earning a technical foul in the process for arguing with the referee. I dragged my fouled-out player off the court and watched my four remaining players play against all odds.
I chose to play with 4 players against 5 on the court for a reason, and I couldn't be happier, my team players played their goddamn hearts out for 5:39 minutes in the 4th Quarter. Even if we lost 45-37, I couldn't be prouder. In the fact of adversity, each bigger than the last preceding it, they overcame the odds and played a style of basketball I could only compare to guerilla warfare.
During our after-game meeting in my office, I could only watch a rush of emotions go through my players: Anger, Confusion, Sadness. But only one emotion could describe my physically drained self after four quarters:
Pride.
I was proud of my players, They played through extremely physical defense, idiot referees, and my own disciplinary measures, and came out with a loss on the scoreboard, but a win in their hearts. I told my players to avoid the referees at all costs after the game, for they were worth none of our time and deserved nothing but our censure. I told my kids to raise their heads high coming out of the school and into their cars, and don't worry about this victory. There will be more games down the road, more chances for victory, more chances to be a great team. I shook the hand of the opposing team and, prepared to meet my next challenge head-on with my fianceé and players, walked out of the Blazer Dome...
Because I Can.
I truly do. As an almost full-time teacher and student, I have a lot of people looking up to me. I teach 11th grade history at Inverness Christian Academy, my graduating school. I'm a relatively cool teacher, and many people say that, even parents. Here's an example of my teaching style: First, I open class with a monologue, can be funny, can be serious, can be anything, really. Then I get on with the lesson.
History always appealed to me and being able to teach it at the school I attended is truly an honor. I always bring humor into a lesson, whenever I can, and even parents have come up to me and told me that they talk about how I teach and many say that they've become more interested in history thanks to me. Those kind of words are why I love working with kids.
I was recently troubled with some disciplinary measures today; as Athletic Director of the Inverness Christian Blazers, I get final say in disciplinary measures regarding student-athletes. Just today I had to suspend my star Point Guard two games for pantsing a classmate, a decision which was tough to make. I knew he would have to be punished, however. I told him that the minute he comes back, nothing will have changed roster-wise, he'll still be a starter and my opinion of him will not change.
I had to coach Varsity with only eight players. Five of which were truly Varsity players and three of which were JV-Varsity players. The Referees were some of the stupidest I have personally had the displeasure of meeting. There were three separate incidents that angered me:
1. One of the referees had the nerve to call me "dude" in an attempt to calm me down after I got angry after a bad call. Which brings me to...
2. When one of my players, and an opponent were fighting over the ball. The defender (opponent) had the nerve to call a timeout literally the very second that he got loosened from the ball. I was fuming at that point, slamming my water bottle onto a chair in the process.
3. One of my players was elbowed in the chest, and out of anger punched an empty spectator chair, earning his 5th foul and a technical foul, with me earning a technical foul in the process for arguing with the referee. I dragged my fouled-out player off the court and watched my four remaining players play against all odds.
I chose to play with 4 players against 5 on the court for a reason, and I couldn't be happier, my team players played their goddamn hearts out for 5:39 minutes in the 4th Quarter. Even if we lost 45-37, I couldn't be prouder. In the fact of adversity, each bigger than the last preceding it, they overcame the odds and played a style of basketball I could only compare to guerilla warfare.
During our after-game meeting in my office, I could only watch a rush of emotions go through my players: Anger, Confusion, Sadness. But only one emotion could describe my physically drained self after four quarters:
Pride.
I was proud of my players, They played through extremely physical defense, idiot referees, and my own disciplinary measures, and came out with a loss on the scoreboard, but a win in their hearts. I told my players to avoid the referees at all costs after the game, for they were worth none of our time and deserved nothing but our censure. I told my kids to raise their heads high coming out of the school and into their cars, and don't worry about this victory. There will be more games down the road, more chances for victory, more chances to be a great team. I shook the hand of the opposing team and, prepared to meet my next challenge head-on with my fianceé and players, walked out of the Blazer Dome...
Because I Can.
Episode 1
F*ck Ear Infections.
Those three words were muttered under my breath for the past four days, but to no effect. It seems that everyone's getting injuries left and right. Barbara Bush was rushed to the hospital and later entered emergency surgery due to an ulcer. But, another injury that was reported later managed to just piss me off. New York Giants wide receiver Plaxico Burress was shot in the right thigh by his own concealed handgun as it discharged in his pants. Granted, it was also reported days later that teammate Steve Smith was held at gunpoint days earlier in a robbery at his residence, and Burress' fear for his own safety was a cause for him to keep a weapon on his person. Burress had an expired Concealed Weapons License issued in Florida, but not New York.
Plaxico, despite being genuinely concerned for his safety, was pretty goddamn stupid! Packing heat in a nightclub is never exactly a good idea. I just hope he learned his lesson this time. What shocked me the most however was NYC Mayor Michael Bloomberg's response to the incident. He criticized NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital for not contacting police about the injury, a "chargeable violation". Bloomberg wants Burress charged to the fullest extent of the law, which carries a minimum 3.5 year prison sentence and a maximum 15 year sentence. Bloomberg must be knee deep in his own billions of dollars up his own ass to realize the ramifications of his statements. If Burress is indeed sentenced for something that may be serious, but somewhat understandable, Michael Bloomberg approval ratings are gonna drop like a lead condom even after leaving office for remarks about a hero of New York City sports. The charge is not THAT serious, not like dogfighting or anything...MICHAEL VICK.
I, personally, don't like him, I've always been a fan of the great Giuliani, despite only being a New Jersey native for the majority of my life before moving to Florida. Besides those current events, Let's get back to the matters at hand, my ear infection:
I've never been the kid that got ear infections as a kid or had the peanut allergies or was even the token black kid, I, however, have been through a few injuries. In the past three years I've cracked my right kneecap twice, and had a peptic ulcer from sports injuries and stress, respectively.
I finally managed to curb the spread of my ear infection with a magic elixir I've been using for years: Tea Tree Oil: http://www.puritan.com/tea-tree-oil-pro ... oil-008871
I highly recommend this to anyone with cold sores, kanker sores (correct me if it's incorrectly spelled) and other topical ailments, it takes care of any infection.
On a closing note, I'd like to wish a happy 19th birthday to my lovely fianceé Kristina, who's turning 19 on Saturday. Happy Birthday, babe!
Leave comments on the bottom, your thoughts, etc. Did I agree with your opinions? Did I piss you off? Sound Off!
Because I Can.
Those three words were muttered under my breath for the past four days, but to no effect. It seems that everyone's getting injuries left and right. Barbara Bush was rushed to the hospital and later entered emergency surgery due to an ulcer. But, another injury that was reported later managed to just piss me off. New York Giants wide receiver Plaxico Burress was shot in the right thigh by his own concealed handgun as it discharged in his pants. Granted, it was also reported days later that teammate Steve Smith was held at gunpoint days earlier in a robbery at his residence, and Burress' fear for his own safety was a cause for him to keep a weapon on his person. Burress had an expired Concealed Weapons License issued in Florida, but not New York.
Plaxico, despite being genuinely concerned for his safety, was pretty goddamn stupid! Packing heat in a nightclub is never exactly a good idea. I just hope he learned his lesson this time. What shocked me the most however was NYC Mayor Michael Bloomberg's response to the incident. He criticized NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital for not contacting police about the injury, a "chargeable violation". Bloomberg wants Burress charged to the fullest extent of the law, which carries a minimum 3.5 year prison sentence and a maximum 15 year sentence. Bloomberg must be knee deep in his own billions of dollars up his own ass to realize the ramifications of his statements. If Burress is indeed sentenced for something that may be serious, but somewhat understandable, Michael Bloomberg approval ratings are gonna drop like a lead condom even after leaving office for remarks about a hero of New York City sports. The charge is not THAT serious, not like dogfighting or anything...MICHAEL VICK.
I, personally, don't like him, I've always been a fan of the great Giuliani, despite only being a New Jersey native for the majority of my life before moving to Florida. Besides those current events, Let's get back to the matters at hand, my ear infection:
I've never been the kid that got ear infections as a kid or had the peanut allergies or was even the token black kid, I, however, have been through a few injuries. In the past three years I've cracked my right kneecap twice, and had a peptic ulcer from sports injuries and stress, respectively.
I finally managed to curb the spread of my ear infection with a magic elixir I've been using for years: Tea Tree Oil: http://www.puritan.com/tea-tree-oil-pro ... oil-008871
I highly recommend this to anyone with cold sores, kanker sores (correct me if it's incorrectly spelled) and other topical ailments, it takes care of any infection.
On a closing note, I'd like to wish a happy 19th birthday to my lovely fianceé Kristina, who's turning 19 on Saturday. Happy Birthday, babe!
Leave comments on the bottom, your thoughts, etc. Did I agree with your opinions? Did I piss you off? Sound Off!
Because I Can.
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