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Name: Sean
Country: United States
State: New Jersey
Birthday: 7/15/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Being with my girlfriend, playing volleyball, sleeping, playing videogames, listening to music. Being lazy.
Expertise: Studying Mechanical Engineering at Stevens Institute of Technology
Occupation: Engineering
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
11/20/2003
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| First post in a quite some time.
Spending time at home was good as were the holidays.
I went to Hawaii, California, and the Midwest with volleyball over
break. That trip was good. I'm too lazy to elaborate
however; we beat Medaille, and Milwaulkee School of Engineering, and
lost to UC Santa Cruz, Holy Names, Clarke, Carthage, and
Lindenwood. Not the greatest start to the season; however on a
personal level, I played well.
If you wish to view the photographs/movies of my trip you can do so at:
http://personal.stevens.edu/~swhelan
Snoop Dogg wrote a little short essay on 'What America Means to Me'. I found it interesting and without further delay:
What America
Means to Me:
By Snoop Dogg as seen on the Dave Chapelle show.
Bitches, money, respect, power, honor, my impeccable
literature
Articulately put degrees of my exonerating dialect
Creatively and innovatively
Niggaz can’t get enough of this gangsta shit
Bitches can’t get enough of this gangsta shit
Furthermore, Martin Luther King was a great spiritual Negro
leader
Pushing for a dream that now is reality
Bringing me to Wilt Chamberlain
He dreamed of having hoes
He ended up having 25 thousand
What a man
What a mad mad majamma
What a playa
What a sticky situation
Lastly my main man
Mister Obigatore, Mister Excitement, Mister Razzle Dazzle
Yes, Mister Posterity
The slick talking funny hair style having money laundering
fight promoter with a chip on his shoulder
Mister American Dream:
Don ‘The Boss’ King.
Only in America
Baby
Only in America.
And like the great James Brown said:
Livin in America
eye to eye coast to coast
Livin in America? Y’all remember that? Yeah say it with me
Livin in America.
Eye to eye. Coast to coast.
Snoopafly AKA The American Dream, Church, Tabernacle, Tittie
1, Tittie 2, Prophet Eli
My mental gymnastics will flip you.
Like Aunt Jemima flapjacks
Now how bout that?
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| I heart thanksgiving.
But first.
My Thanksgiving rant.
I purchased a round trip bus ticket weeks in advance for 11:30 on
wednesday morning; to avoid any insanity or rush hour traffic, or
having to ride on a train; stuff like that. I wake up at 9:30 and
leave at 10:30 for Port Authority. The bus is supossed to arrive
in The 'Field at 2:30. 3 hours bus ride, no big deal. When
I get to Port Authority, it's 10:45, I have plenty of time to make the
bus. I enjoy a cup of coffee, and head to the gate for my
bus. At the gate are about 20 angry people who coudln't get on
their 10:30 bus...and have to wait for the 11:30 bus. I join the
line. 11:30 rolls around, and at 11:45 we finally take off.
15 minutes late. No big deal. We're riding up Amsterdam
Avenue and in Harlem, the bus stalls. We pull over, and the
driver declares that the bus is dead. We are in Harlem....and
need a bus...eta 25 minutes. I walk into this ghetto pizza place,
eat a slice of some godawful pizza and an hour later our replacement
bus shows up.
After we get back on and rearrange seats, i end up sitting across from this old lady:
 Never
have I been closer to beating up an elderly lady. She too was
traveling to Springfield with her daughter, and would not shut up the
entire way. Complaining constantly about the horrible situation
we were in. Complaining that we had a hispanic bus
driver...because he was hispanic. She questioned every nonwhite
woman on the street that she saw with more than one child wondering out
loud whether there were any fathers in thes children's lives. She
didn't have water. Her sandwich that she had tasted bad.
Her daughter tried to explain the concept that vinyl simply wasn't made
anymore, and that shiny-silicon-listening-device I was using was called
an 'iPod'. She wouldn't believe it. BLAM! Slap across
the face. No thanks to Greyhound Bus lines, who delivered me to
Springfield at 6:50 that evening. Only 4 hours and 20 minutes
late.
In the Turkey Bowl: Alumni 58, Hi League: Not even close.
I took the opening kickoff to the 50, and played on the offensive line
for the rest of the game. I knocked over this smaller kid (5'4",
120 lbs) who was on the defensive line over and over again.
Alumni have now won every year since I've started TurkeyBowling.
I think they won for three straight years before too. Making 10
years of Alumni dominance. In the words of Flava Flave:
Yeeeeeeeaaaaaah Booooooiiiiii.
Thanksgiving was all right though. We went over the the Vukolovic
household, for hors d'ourves, and then went to Randalls for turkey, and
went to Cummings of Lynn Drive for dessert. Turkey is so
good. Triptophen is equally good.
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| Preseason is over. We finished by beating two clubs that could
probably beat us if they practiced more than once every two
weeks. I played backrow; all the time. Only back row.
Exclusively back row. A retarded blind person who has no
knowledge of volleyball has better court vision than me. Which is
why I suck at digging balls. Some people just semi-instinctively
move to where the ball will go. I have to process, think about
it, and then either make it there late, or not at all. Which is
why I'd like to play the front row more. But who am I to question
the ability of my coaches?
Along those lines, I have figured out the main reason that we lost
every match against a native California team last year: Jet
Lag. Lets throw out any in-game personel decisions made by the
coaching staff, any partying the night before, any miscommunications,
any poor matchups, or anything of the sort. D1 Pacific beat us
because we were jet lagged. None of the coaches seemed to give
serious thought that we were already in California for 5 days before
playing some of these matches. Jet lag was brought up again two
months prior to travelling to Hawaii. We have to beware of this
silent killer. We must refuse to be affected by it.
I have an addiction. I cannot stop doing the snappy thing.
My roomate challenged me to go 24 hours without doing it. And I
failed in 30 minutes.
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10 years ago ....
I was in third grade, and got a C, which pissed me off. The C was in art. Oh the tears.
5 years ago ....
I
was a sophmore playing soccer on a freshman soccer team. I sucked
royally(I even had an own goal), and right about this time of the year,
i stopped playing soccer alltogether after 10 years.
1 year ago ....
I
had the trifecta of professors from hell: Gallois, Ghosh,
Rothberg, all at the same time. I was taking bets as to which one
would be murdered by a student first.
Yesterday .....
I
became ambitious, and sat down to do all my homework two days
early. After attempting all of the homework I had, I came to the
realization that this crap was impossible, and that Blitz the League
would be infinitely more entertaining.
5 snacks I enjoy ...
Sour Patch Watermelons, Dill Pickle Chips, Dr. Pepper, New England Clam Chowder, Ice Cream sandwiches.
5 songs i know all the words to ...
Bohemian Rhapsody(Queen), Stan(Eminem), Cereal Killer(Methodman/Redman), Sweet Home Alabama (Skynyrd), Tribute(TenaciousD)
5 places I would run away to ...
Florida, Montreal, Dublin, Boston, Hawaii
5 things I would never wear ...
- A Yankees Hat
- Good shoes when just walking around; sneakers or flipfops ONLY.
- Anything with a rainbow on it
- Jewelry other than a wedding band
- Anything that remotely resembles any sense of fashion.
5 favorite tv shows ...
- Dave Chapelle Show
- Aqua Teen Hunger Force
- Family Guy
- Drawn Together.
- Daily Show
5 bad habits ....
- Folding Laundry, then just leaving it around the room.
- Thinking that writing the first problem down, with my name and the pledge is getting a start on the homework
- talking about people negatively behind their backs.
- Blaming my high school/school system for any reasons that I'm currently behind in college.
- Sleeping through class.
5 biggest joys ...
- Lisha
- Sleeping late on a weekend
- Bowling games over 230
- Bs or As on exams
- Putting a roll shot down for a kill over a huge block.
5 favorite toys ...
- Rob's XBox
- Poker Chips
- iPod
- Laptop
- Any plastic container with liquid inside.
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| OK, Lets try this picture thing out. So they uploaded the
pictures of varsity teams onto www.stevensducks.com. Lets see how
big of a retard Sean can look:
 Man, that's one cool cat there.
<-----Note the long hair
<----Who can fall asleep while getting his picture taken?
<---- And yes, I can't tie a tie.
Apart from that abysmal picture volleyball's going OK. I played
in every game on Saturday's tournament. However I only played
backrow. What a waste of Sean. Backrow's probably where i'm
most useless, save serving. I hit a whopping .0736, strictly the
D-Ball.
There is nothing more funny than to see a guy dressed exactly as
Michael Jackson wear a trench coat and then open it up to reveal a huge
fake dong and start flogging people. Hooray for Halloween.
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