Wednesday, May 31, 2006

This needs to be seen

look at this shit...seriously...look at it and be amazed at what people do, at Ghetto Prom '06

Saturday, May 27, 2006

i suck

Turns out I really slow down with the blogging while I'm home. I don't have anything good to say anymore.
I'm a hack
A has-been.
A loser.
A choke.
A lazy bastard.
A bum.
A stiff.
A chump.
A punk.
A hack.
but I'll tell you what I'm not, which makes it all better...
I'm not a Marietta Pioneer.
Life is good.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Anderson Varejao

The following is an excerpt from Thursday's News Herald in northeast Ohio.

Pistons forward Antonio McDyess claimed Cavaliers center Anderson Varejao bit him during game 3 in Cleveland.
"I was just trying to help the team," Varejao said, "I was playing aggressive."
Varejao was then asked if his response meant he bit McDyess.
"The team bit him," he said.

If by some fluke you didn't like this guy before, you absolutely must now. I mean, look at that hair!

Spectacular!
As always, go Cavs, Tribe, and Browns!

What can you say?

So Fabolous kinda looks like Larry Hughes {4th down on left} ...just kiddin here. Anyway, Fabolous said at the start of "I'm so into you," the words "I can't really explain it..." Now, I know the Cavaliers are not a love song, or even a rap song, but really, I can't explain what they're doing and how they're doing it so well.
That's not true, I just can't explain why/how they didnt do it all season. LeBron is playing lockdown D, along with Donyell Marshall (who I still hate, by the way...glad he's playing well, but can't stand him) also actually doing stuff right. And how bout big stiff Z actually coming to play in game 5. I could go on all night, you all saw the game, the Cavaliers are beating Detroit by playing Detroit's game - that's a beautiful thing.

The Cleveland Cavaliers are 1 game away from going to the Eastern Conference Finals....
...The best part?
No Michael Jordan to slow us down.

Go Cavs, Tribe and Browns!
by the way, Tribe won a shutout tonight, a CG gem by Jake Westbrook completely overshadowed by the Cavaliers winning in Detroit, which is fine by me.

Also, that Fabolous thing was completely unnecessary.

Friday, May 12, 2006

"bitter-sweet" defined

Yesterday, my last day at Marietta, was the definition of bitter-sweet. Obviously, I wanted/needed to get outta there, but I left a few real good friends who I'll miss sorely. I gave a little shout-out at the end of my rap entry from early Thursday morning, but that was before the goodbyes...which were rough. Really, those fellas who kept me alive and kickin I owe a huge debt of gratitude; most notably Coke and Dock for the train-walking and the looking for the Indians game, but TJ and Zach for the MC-bashing...that helped an awful lot too. The rest of the hall was pretty good too, since we basically ripped on the place whenever we felt the need, to whoever was listening. Not to mention Jeff reminding us all that I'm an asshole...
But it's just like I was sayin with Coke as we made a final trek down the hall side-by-side; it's been great with you fellas...sucked that we were at MC, but you guys - awesome.

That's all I got, there's nothing too terribly interesting to talk about, so I went the way of SportsCenter on a slow day: appeal to emotions.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

About to leave

That's right ladies and gents; today is my final day at MC. In TJ's Blog he decided to drop a few rhymes to explain how he felt about this place...but Iduno about all that.
...
...
So time for me to leave Marietta
for a place that's surely betta
I can't even think of a place that's worse,
every day it feels like I'm ridin in a hearse
like this place has killed me - filled me with anger and hate
where I end up now is in the hands of fate.

The day is here, nothin left to fear,
My cell bio final just stuck it in my rear.
The credits probably won't transfer anyway
because this place is run by a big group of gays.
A huge f'in chapter of the rainbow coalition
means that everyone you see should be cleanin up the kitchen.

Furthermore, time to hit the door and move outta this place.
Never hear my rhymes again? now that just ain't the case.
There'll be plenty of time to sit and rhyme, drop some lines bout feelin fine from the room that's mine while Coke loads a 9 to blast this college down...and maybe even the rest of this crappy little town.
But that's it, now I got some shit I gotta do
and to those who love the 'Etta...
a big FUCK YOU...no offense, Hop


Ha, that was fun. Special shout-out to the fellas who helped keep me sane: TJ, Coke, Dock, Zach, big Zach, Hop, Frohegan - and most of the 2nd floor (minus the weirdos). Best of luck to all of you, and if you're ever wonderin about me...just check the blog.

-Nye

Monday, May 08, 2006

David Blaine: Drowned Alive

What the hell did I just waste that portion of my life for? If roomie Hop hadn't flipped it on, I surely would have forgotten about it - and that would have been fine by me. Seriously, what possesses this man to do the things he does?
It wasn't even a magic trick this time, it was staying underwater for 9 minutes and removing 8 sets of handcuffs off of his body in the process...oh yeah, and he had spent the previous week underwater in the damn sphere. Anyway, he didn't make it...lasted 7 minutes and 8 seconds. So let me ask ya this; what was the purpose here? If you said "it's a publicity stunt because this guy is absolutely retarded" then you were seemingly correct. The reason that I was slightly intrigued was because they said he'd either "break the record, or die trying." I've never seen someone die - let alone on national television, so how could I not have a slight interest? Neither of these things happened; he came out of the water convulsing, but still fully conscious. Stu Scott - yes, the Disney Corporation has him by a leash - tried to pawn it off by saying that we're seeing a little bit of magic from the fact that Blaine could actually walk after being underwater for a week...woopti-freaking-doo.
Damn it, I wasted 7+ minutes watching him underwater, plus 3 minutes pre-submergence, plus 5 minutes post-emergence for a grand total of over 15 minutes of my life that I want back because nothing happened other than a man running out of breath.
I hate you David Blaine.
Go chill in a block of ice over Times Square or something.

I'm angry

Friday, May 05, 2006

IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN

DO-DO-DOOO-DOOOO.....DODO-DO-DO-DOOO.....DODODOO-DOO....DO DO DO DO DO DO DOOO....DO-DO-DOOO-DOOOO....DODO-DO-DO-DOOO....DO DO DO DOOO....DO DO DO DO DO DO DOOOOO DO DO DO...DO DO DO DO DO DO DOOOOOOOOOEEEEEOOOOOOOOO...... DODODOOOOOOOOOO.

Under 1 week left in this hellhole.
Cavs gonna win the series tonight vs. the Wiz.
Tribe gonna take 2 outta 3 from the A's.
I'm goin home to get the van.
Not sure if everything's gonna fit in there.
Norbert responded to an e-mail.
I have zero classes left at MC, just a few finals.
1 week from right now, I'll be just waking up...then going golfing with Jensen and Reinhard.
I'm in an incredibly good mood.
I liked the Browns' draft.

Go Browns, Cavs, and Tribe!

Monday, May 01, 2006

Screw short posts

I am a sports junkie. I have a problem with them. I absolutely cannot exist without sports to distract me. I have found myself on a nearly daily basis gamecasting at least 2 MLB games while watching the NBA playoffs...then watching sportscenter from roughly 1 a.m. to 3 a.m. Not to mention how much time I wasted watching the draft (enough hours to not count on one hand) for those 5 seconds that they discuss the pick. This is all in addition to my regular checks to indians.com, espn.com, clevelandbrowns.com, and cavs.com. At this stage, all must wonder; what can I possibly gain from this?
Nothing.
And I'm OK with that.
Is there a career in knowing about sports? ...I don't know anyone working for ESPN, so I'm pretty sure that's a negative. I don't think I have much hope of becoming a pro athlete, so that's out. And I also don't have any idea how to become an announcer - even though I don't think that's what I'd wanna do as a career/major. But somehow, some way, it makes sense to love everything about pro sports (except hockey, because come on...lockouts? for hockey players? I know they're tougher than I'll ever be, but they're also waaay richer than I'll be). But seriously...as Lou Brown once said in Major League 2, "ooh yeah, I love this shit!"

That's all I got. I'm trying not to write pages and pages about the Cavs playoff showings (Bron is sick, but play some god damn defense...and stop being called for fouls that you didn't make...yeah), but they'll pull it out. And the draft was alright, I like the first 2 picks by Cleveland, and anything after the 2nd round, I just take the GM's word for it since I won't know about the guys. So yeah, pretty happy with it.

That's all, as always, go Tribe, Cavs (2 more), and Browns!