tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585623102240107832024-08-31T11:21:30.022-07:00Just another way to get distracted by someone's plight... :)samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027348034697349003noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858562310224010783.post-91161082014832401042010-12-31T01:12:00.001-08:002010-12-31T01:12:22.748-08:00

I'd tell you from the start... Well here we are. To many, the end. To others, the beginning. What are the arbitrary values we place upon these insignificant events? What is the point? That smell you smell? That Italian restaurant you went to, had a great time, and later recalled a much worse time? Don't assign values. We don't have time to reassign. Enough with the "emotional", we move in to

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Stafford: get it together. We know that you would love to show the world your full potential. We get it. You’re good. The problem is you aren’t good at staying healthy. When you recently decided to forego surgery on your paper bag shoulder, you rained on the Lions’ future. I understand that you want to play, you want to win. Fuck, so do I my friend. I want you to shit on everyone. I want to hear

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It's become apparent that most of my blogs revolve around the miseries of the current situations either I or someone in my life are going through. This isn't an "emo" blog. I just wanted to pass on stories of my debauchery and latter consequences. However I find myself straying into areas that many people would consider depressing. I am not that man I love hockey. Most of us have heard or seen

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Ah the hardships and joys of weekend days off... oh the structure. We all have seen me in action. My OCD takes over faster than Nationalism in South America. I love having set plans, but mostly for the efficiency. My life revolves around the idea that I can do more in 2 days than what you do in a week. As I type I've already been up for 3 hours, seen a World Cup match, ate breakfast, showered,

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I've decided that juggling has left me quite emotionless and rather cold. I don't fully take the time to enjoy what I have in my life... oh the instant gratification! Our society is so bent on getting what it wants when it wants- I need to step back. There's a lot of events, people, and decisions to be made. I am ignoring all of them for now. Not soon. My lack of self-discipline has hindered my

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Wal-Mart, creator of all thing wrong and cheap. We all know the tear- to us Wal-Mart poses a specific morality conundrum. On one hand, the company is consistently under fire for labor practices and for putting smaller practices and businesses on bankruptcy. On the other, I choose my words carefully, they produce cheap shit. I, however, find a nervous tinge tying into my stomach from neither

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Do you love sports? Is it just mindless movement centered in social collusion? Sports have always been an interesting topic for me, sociologist extraordinaire, because like all social events, the lines dividing class are blurred. In the beginning I believed that devotion to sports was confined to the likes of Joe the Plumber and auto-workers. My father, and his before, were die hard Red Wings

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Do you have one? Everyone has one, one that makes your Monday so enjoyable that you feel like re-enacting every scene from Office Space? Woke up around 10, laid around feeling sorry for myself after the night previous had left me hungry, blurry, and not ashamed. It's my party, I'll cry if I want to, regardless of the source of tears. And in that case, it was from puking out Cheladas and cake! I

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Vienna Day 1 (12th) When you wake up in a tent, things seem so close to you, and small. Imagine being in a 2 person backpacker's tent, with 2 large backpacks and 2 restless but tired people. Not much room. Little bit tight, especially with Becki being a little bit claustrophobic. With this, in combination with her comfortable level at around a 2 out of 10 due to lack of padding, our morning had

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Vienna, oh Vienna! You hold so much promise! As the stomping grounds of Mozart, Schubert, Freud, and Beethoven- you cannot bore me a bit. With over 20 museums in the downtown Vienna area, and over 30 in the metro, there seemed endless amount of opportunities to be astonished, amazed, and in awe, once again. But as we quickly re-learned, things that are of great desire often carry a steep price

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There are little hints with aging. What hurts in the morning, how tired you feel physically AND mentally, how lightly you sleep. I felt all of those this morning. My thighs were burning, I was still exhausted after sleeping 10 hours, going to bed @ 10 o'clock, and not drinking. Not a drop. And no Michelle, I wasn't watching "Murder She Wrote". I was beat. So I did what I do best, and that is lay

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X-mas. Hannukah. St. Patty's Day. These are the days that most people need no alarm, no morning newspaper, no coffee machine drip to wake them. They wake, rise, and prepare knowing simply that the day holds amazing things for them, and today became that day for me. The fucking birds were chirping. In fact, the birds were chirping so loud that I woke because of them, but the former statement kept

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When we arrive home that night, tired and confused, we finally have a flatmate and he's American, to our relief. Bobby hails from both San Francisco and Hawaii, a bi-product of 20 years of island fever and 7 years of traveling based out of San Francisco. He also spent a year in Arcata, so we connect. He tells us about the bar that he's gone to the past nights, and somehow convinces us to go there

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Prague: Well, in case you thought the funny mishaps would end, you were wrong. From Frankfurt, we flew in Prague, but we had a very late flight. Note to all, check your hostel reception desk hours, many are all/late night. Ours was 24 hour, crisis averted. At this point, after a 5 hour layover in the airport, between the sudoku, reading, and preparation for the trip (and a lot of beef jerky)

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SOOO... RyanAir, shoddy service, amazing prices. If you can deal with long lines, and seat yourself, everything is fine. The flight from Frankfurt to Prague was 0e, making it 20e total (checked bags are 10e), or $34 US for both of us. That's absolutely ridiculous. Not to mention, the "shoddy service" we had heard about, was par, almost above par to Southwest. They don't provide you with drinks on

samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027348034697349003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858562310224010783.post-17743500371372113462009-09-03T12:44:00.000-07:002010-04-09T14:54:50.746-07:00

Dublin has a nice little area, almost a fraternity row, called Temple bar. If you're getting nervous for me, it's well deserved. I felt nostalgic, like when I was a little boy, walking the streets of Detroit with my uncle again, only instead of run-down stores and gun stores, it was pubs and bars. We had walked around it early in the day, but enduring delirium and jet lag, we barely skimmed

samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14027348034697349003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-858562310224010783.post-53263022916167377942009-09-02T11:13:00.000-07:002010-04-09T14:35:02.922-07:00

Well... as Joel, Becki's brother stated in the car ride to Pinole, anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. Fucking Joel, you cursed us. My apologies Barbara... I digress. Before I get into Europe, and the flights here, let me break down the pregame. We arrive @ 8 o'clock, and Joel and I are tired, cranky, and hungry. During the car ride, I realize that I left my scrumptious (talk shit!)

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