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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Tue, 17 Jun 2008 06:29:54 GMT

Tomarrow I am leaving on a big jet plane to my wonderful big bro. Then, after being in Iowa for about a week, we are going to meet up with some friends and take a round about way back home. So for the next to weeks you probably won't hear to much out of me (not like you would anyway, right?). So I have decieded to leave you with one brilliant tid bit to ponder while I am gone. I read this in the readers digest.

"In the world of online dating, a five-foot-eight-inch man has to make $146,000 more a year than a six-foot-tall man to get the same number of dates."

Guys always get stereotyped as being shallow, but am I wrong to say that that is being more than just a tad bit shallow. Is height really that important?

So with that I am off to pack. goodbye.

P.S. I am most certainly 6' not 5' 11." At least I like to think so.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 20:02:12 GMT

This site's been hijacked!!! aAaAaahhhhHHhhhHHhhh!!!!!

In keeping with the theme of the owner's posting style, I will leave you with a poem:

Justin has mad writing skills,
But he needs to post more.
I say this in fear,
His readers will bore.

So why not rally together,
And leave a comment or two,
To encourage him to write,
And post something new!

Cheers.

The Triple Crown and Flaming Tennis Balls

Tue, 10 Jun 2008 07:02:58 GMT

A horse hasn't won the triple crown in thirty years. This year Big Brown won the first two legs of it, the Kentuky Derby and the Preakness. He was as close as there was to a sure thing to win the Belmont Stakes and the triple crown. Big Brown's trainer even boastingly garuanteed that his horse would win. Well, he sure didn't win. In fact he finished last. He is the only horse ever with a chance to win the triple crown and finish last. He lost to a horse that in a previous race he had beaten by more than twenty lengths. So what was wrong with Big Brown? Thats the weird thing no one can figure out a reason why he finished last. Big Brown has undergone several tests and nothing seems wrong with him. I have a theory. God wanted to prove one of his proverbs correct. Pride goeth before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall. Thats just my theory.

JD's brother told him about something that the guys back in Ohio did. It sounded pretty crazy and exciting. They soaked tennis balls in gasoline,(I know a terrible waste of gasoling) lit them and threw them back and forth to each other. JD considered his brother a trustworthy source so we decieded to give it a try. After our youth Bible study JD and Brandon came over to my house. Brandon, being the chicken that he is deceided not to participate and videoed parts of our adventue on his phone. JD poured some gasoline on a tennis ball and into a little countainer while I looked inside for a lighter. After a long search I found the lighter right were it should have been and went outside to have some scary fun. We rolled the tennis ball around a little more in the gas and finally decieded that it was ready. I took the lighter and lit the tennis ball. Whooosh. It flamed up and singed my eyebrows. Nah, just kidding but it did start on fire. It burned with about a six inch flame. I will admit I am a little bit of a chicken when it comes to picking up flaming tennis balls so JD was the first to pick it up. He tossed it my way but I of course did not catch it and it bounced on the gravel leaving little fires with each bounce that quickly extinguished. I couldn't quite force myself to pick up the fire and eventually the first tennis ball went out. During the second tennis ball I accually did pick up the burning tennis ball and heaved it JD's way. At some point one of my shoe laces caught on fire. This caused some frightened screams and ended with me kicking my shoe high into the air with resulted with the fire being extinguished. Other exciting moments included JD's hand catching on fire and also when we finally successfully tossed it back and forth a couple times. Anyway it may not have been the safest thing to do but it was thorouly exciting and no one got hurt, although my hand does still smell a tad bit like gasoline. If you want another perspective I'm sure JD a.k.a kiltedblogger will post something about it on his site.

good night now

Friday, June 06, 2008

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 06:52:06 GMT

Doesn't my site look new and improved. I don't know if I quite like it but it will stay at least for a while.

You know how in my last post I mentioned how sick I was of the Mariners losing. Well I guess I'm not the only person who is sick of it. John McLaren, the Mariners manager, just went off on a tirade that included a large quantity of colorful language. I wonder if it will work as a motivational tactic. One can only hope.

In other news the Celtics won the first game of the NBA finals. I was happy to see that. Paul Pierce got "hurt" and came back and played like normal hitting several key shots down the stretch. He was taken off on a wheelchair. The faker.

Rainy days are no good. I can't work on rainy days. I can't play basketball outside at my house. I can't go play tennis or softball or anything fun outside so what do I usually end up doing. Yup you guessed it, playing video games alone or with a couple of friends. I know in times passed I have been a big defender of video game and I do still enjoy playing them but after a while they just make a guy feel like he's a bum. So I guess I say all that to say that if any of you guys have some genius ideas of things to do on rainy days I would love to hear them. Your suggestions, if you have any, could range from things for someone to do by himself or for a group of people. Oh, and please don't suggest reading.

Russell Westbrook

Tue, 03 Jun 2008 06:35:07 GMT

March 27th was the last day that I updated. A lot has happened since than. I won't take the time to name all the things or even any I suppose.

Last year I worked during the summer in the warehouse sacking seed. I worked the swing shift so almost every evening I would listen to the Seattle Mariners' baseball games. They wern't supposed to be that good last year but they almost made the playoffs. I was disappointed and have been a rabid fan ever since. During the offseanson they traded for Eric Bedard( a dominating young pitcher). So this year they were supposed to be good. In fact many baseball experts perdicted them to win their division. My dear, precious Seattle Mariners. They are terrible. They are currently 13.5 games behind in their division. I had high hopes for this season and now they are looking sorta hopeless. Just sort of a random fact to demonstrate how bad they are, they have only three players hitting over .260 and they only have one player hitting over .300. Oh well a least its only baseball. Something to pass the time until collage football season finally arrives.

Now I do realize that most of you, well all of you except Travis, don't care at all about what I just wrote, but I have come to the realiztion that if I am going to have a xanga site I may as well write about things that interest me because if I don't I will come up with the ever so popular " My life is pretty boring and I don't have anything to write about" posts. So if I start posting on a consistant basis it will probably involve the bazers lottery pick, (Russell Westbrook, please) maybe a little Oregon football, and if your really lucky maybe a little more lamenting about the Mariners' woes. I will leave you with this tear-jearking poem, and yes I did write this by myself

The Marniers are bad,

It makes me sad,

It would make me ever so glad,

If they went on a twenty game winning streak.

Oh shoot, I forgot to talk about the NBA finals, Boston VS LA. Two fanchises that have combined for thity of the sixty-one NBA titles. Oh Boston please win. I cannot stand Kobe. My reason: because if he wins this one everybody is going to be comparing him to Jordan(plus the lakers and blazers are rivals. Just makes me wanna puke.

Btw I do know that glad and streak don't ryhme.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Thu, 27 Mar 2008 06:26:57 GMT

So there once was a young rebel who lived in California. He decided one day he wanted to play a little prank. The Enterprise car rental agency had a drop box so its costumers could drop off the cars even when the office wasn't open. He decided he would drop a running garden hose down the drop box and flood the entire office. Because of this the Enterprise rental agency decided to no longer allow costumers to drop off cars on days the office was closed.

Fast forward several years and that young rebel is the reason Randy and I are now lounging in a Hotel in Los Banos. (Yes that literally means "the toilets" and at times it does smell like it) How did we get here. Its a long story.

It all started with a little tradition Randy and I have. For the last three years we have attended ncaa tournament basketball games. This year we decided to go to Phoenix. It is about an 18 hour drive. The games were going to start on thursday so we decided to leave Tuesday evening, drive all night and get to our hotel in Phoenix at about 6 or 7 Wednesday evening. We drove all night, stopping for about an hour and a half at a rest stop to get a little rest. It happened at about eight thirty. I was dozing in and out of sleep and all the sudden Randy's like, "Dude somethings wrong." That quickly snapped me out of my sleep. First, the radio started skipping. Than the cruise control quit. Then the blinkers wouldn't work. Then finally we Randy's car could travel at about a maximum speed of five mph. Fortunately we were very close to an exit. Randy coaxed the car to get off the exit and near a gas station before if finally croaked. Randy tried to start it but it was dead as a door nail.

So there we are stuck in the middle of nowhere in central California with our car toast. So Randy decides to go over to a gas station and see if he can figure out a way to get the car to an auto shop. The first auto shop Randy called wasn't getting a mechanic in until noon. The second shop he called hooked us up with towing service and then took us out to their shop. This is where things got interesting. The friendly man who was towing us proceeded to tell us how this was probably the worst place to break down because all that is out here is cows and dairys. That encouraged us. Keep in mind we need to make it to Phoenix by noon tomorrow for our games. So we are thinking. Get it in the shop. Get it fixed. We are on our way. We have about 9 hrs to go to Phoenix, so at this point we are still optimistic. So this tow-truck driver proceeded to tell us about the town of Los Banos. How that it literally means "the toilets." He added, "yeah, it even smells like them!" We then arrive at the auto shop. Now this isn't your average neat and tidy "Petra's automotive." No this is a straight up ghetto-tastic mexicana auto shop. Cars jammed in tightly next to one another. No wasted space. The guy there was really nice though. He got right on it but the news wasn't good. It was the alternator and the only one available was in Phoenix (kind of ironic). And that wouldn't get in until thursday morning. So our options were wait it out and miss thursday's games, or rent a car, go to phoenix, get there in time for the games. Return it on Sunday on our way back through when we pick up Randy's car. But now we are full circle. Since I have to be back for school on monday for our cpr class returning on monday wasn't an option. And since the Enterprise rent-a-car wouldn't let us return the car on sunday while they were closed, because a certain rebel had flooded there office with a garden hose through the drop box, that option wasn't viable. Hmm... So here we sit. In lovely Los banos. Believe it or not we actually had a fun day today. We've decided to make the most of it.

So thats the story. We walked a bunch today. We even took a walk to Wal-mart even when the person at the front desk suggested that we shouldn't because we would have to walk through the countryside aka a road with no sidewalks. We also got five dollar twelve in subs at subway(what a steal). So pretty much its been the craziest day of my life, but definitely not the worst.

So maybe just maybe I will post the rest of the trip at some later date but for now I need to thank a couple people. The mechanic who tried his best to get us on the road today. Randy who wrote about half of this post and God who helped us turn a disastrous situation into a memorable one.

~justin

Monday, March 17, 2008

Mon, 17 Mar 2008 07:35:47 GMT

hmmmm. Alrighty then. I just feel I'm just a follower. I copy all the cool people when getting a xanga was the cool thing. Now I'm doing a quiz. I need to learn to not submit to peer pressure, but never the less I bend to the pressure. So here is my unbelievable quiz. You will be lucky if you can even get a fifty. So good luck.

http://www.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=080317032516-443148&

Thursday, December 06, 2007

Thu, 06 Dec 2007 04:21:19 GMT

Sweet, my xanga has been hijacked

Monday, November 26, 2007

Mon, 26 Nov 2007 13:58:38 GMT

Since Justin never posts anymore and he left himself signed in, the other Justin thought he would give him a hand! Lets cheer on the harrisburg eagles during his season! Woot woot!

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Tue, 02 Oct 2007 00:34:22 GMT

Yes you did see correctly, that does say currently reading. I know it may be a suprise to some of you but I accually can read. To say that I don't enjoy reading would be an understatement but every once in a while a book will peak my interest I will flip through it a while. This book "The Inner Game of Tennis" is not quite what the title makes it sound like. I am certainly not reading it in hopes of becoming a better tennis player. The book really is sort of strange. It is about the metal part of playing sports or anything really, the author just uses tennis as his medium of getting his points across. Basically his is trying to explain why it is easier to make a free throw in practice than it is to make a free throw with one second on the clock with the game on the line. It is though provoking if nothing else, although not the easiest book to read.

Everyone these days seems to be upgrading their blogs to look new and cool. I just want everyone to know that the reason mine still looks plain and outdated is not because I am lazy and don't care about blogging. Its not that I could'nt figure out how to change it. The reason simply is because I want my blog to have a retro look to it.

Just wondering- is it normal to not be able to read the paper after the ducks lose?

I wish I could think of a poem. I don't think this will work well but I will thy to make one up right now. Here it goes.

Randy's moving out
Makes me want to shout
What will I do
I want to yell "booo"

No, it won't be that bad
though I'm a little sad
He's moving to H-town
I say with a frown

He's five minutes away
So on a good day
I'll stay at his place
And stuff my big face

His clothes took up space
When i said "pick them up"
He got in my face
And through me a cup

My room will be cleaner
thats about all the good
And he may grow leaner
Without mom's great food

P.S. I know good and food don't rhyme but they look like the should.

justin