Mikey D's Blogdiggity

New Blog =)

2006-04-28T05:24:00.000-07:00

Dear Loyal readers and Dickfaces~

Since I have ended this blog on emotional terms, I have decided to start anew with my semi/barely good friend Court. She's Canadian, which makes her a little dumber than me, but she's still witty and funny as hell. Together we've started a new blog, "Two Points For Honesty" (Thank you Guster for the title...felt it was very appropriate). I have sort of forced Court into doing this (yes, me being thousands of miles away forced her into doing this), so if she does not post as often (or with the quality that a Mikey D Blogdiggity post had), bare with her. Afterall, she's Canadian =).

In all seriousness though, I love writing, and I was sad to end this blog. Like I told Court, this will be my "rebound blog". Court feels violated and used in a way, but strangely turned on at the same time. But I'm happy to still write, especially with a good person like Court. So come check us out at:

TWO POINTS FOR HONESTY
http://www.mikeandcourt.blogspot.com

The End

2006-04-12T04:59:00.000-07:00

This is my last blog entry.

My baby is gone, and I all want is her back in my arms.

There are so many memories, and believe it or not, this blog was one of them. It's just too painful.

I miss my love. She was my everything.

Goodbye all.

~Mikey D

Let's Play Our Favorite Songs

2006-04-07T12:00:00.000-07:00

Let's start off with a little update. Doing a little bit better today than yesterday. I've miraculously been able to keep my emotions in check today (so no crying pretty much). I know I'm being stupid about this whole thing. She's a beautiful young woman and guys are naturally going to hit on her- whether she's on a cruise ship or here at home. I'm just going to have to live with that. And it doesn't matter if she's dancing with other guys. She's just having fun, and at the end of the night, she's coming home to me (figuratively of course). At least that's what I'm telling myself for the time being. I know I'm jealous, envious, protective- whatever- but I don't want to attack her when she gets home, and I don't want to be completely miserable the next couple of days. That's no good for either of us. So that's where I am with that.

Today was a haircut day today. My hair was completely butchered during my last hair cut (uneven, not blended, and just plain sloppy), and my friend Jenna tried to fix it up best she could. Well it's been a month or so since then, and it's grown out a little and needed a little trim to fix it up completely. So out I went, for yet another haircut...

There was no way in hell that I was going back to the last place I went to. So I decided to go to "Excel", which is a cosmetology school. Jenna goes there, and so does Cori's sister Amy. I liked the way Jenna tried to fix my hair, and I thought I could trust her. Problem is that Jenna is off on the cruise with Cori. Bleah. So I went to Amy. Next best thing I thought.

So in I went. Their waiting room was really small, but their work area was huge. They must have had at least thirty "hair stations" (what would you call them?) people worked at. It was around 10:30 when I went in, and there were no other customers in this place. I suppose trusting your hair to newbies isn't that appealing to most people. So wait...why am I here again???

I requested Amy at the front desk, and immediately she came out from the back and gave me a big hug. I like Amy, she's always been really nice. So she leads me back to her hair station in the back. It's right in the middle of all the other stations, and as I take my seat I look around the rest of room.

At first it was like something out of a beginning of a wet dream I had when I was sixteen (that's a lie, I've never had one, but would be more than willing to), with ten pairs of female eyes all looking right at me (except in my dream they'd be looking lustfully). All of these cosmetology students, bored off their asses, were just sitting in their chairs staring at me. Are you getting a good mental picture? About 10 women, ages 18-24, just staring. Think of that show or movie 'Barbershop', except I'm the only one getting my hair cut, and there's nothing but women around me.

I was literally the center of attention. At this point I was liking my decision to get my haircut here. Perhaps this place might be worthy of a second visit someday =). Anyway, Amy introduced me as her sister's boyfriend, and to my surprise, most of them knew alllll about me. I guess that when cosmetology students get bored, they gossip. And Amy was very happy to gossip about Cori and I's relationship. Nothing bad of course. All the girls get telling me I was such a sweetheart, that the ring I got Cori was soooooooo pretty, and that they wished they had a boyfriend like me. Haha, yeah, I fucking blushed like a little school boy that blushes a lot.

"Is it real intimidating being surrounded by all of these girls watching you get your hair cut?" Amy asked.

Intimidating? Not so much. This seems to be the million dollar question for the week. I am actually becoming quite comfortable being surrounded by women and being the only guy in the room/building. Now was I getting embarrassed? Now that's a different question...

I guess while I was accepting my compliments, blushing, and carrying on idle chatter, Amy decided to spike my hair up in quite a silly fashion. You know what a peacock looks like? With its' feathers all spread out in the back? Yeah, she turned my head of hair into a peacock. It was all spiked out in the back, but nowhere else. Sigh. I went from prince charming to cosmetology clown. It's all good, I can handle a little teasing.

After that I wasn't as talkative. I became distracted with my peacock hairdo. What if I kept my hair like that all the time? Could I attract a real life peacock with my hair? What if I did? What if everywhere I went beautiful white peacocks kept chasing me and following me? Like I was a rockstar or something. I could get so much peacock tail it wouldn't even be funny. Peacock tail. Ha.

With all my thoughts focused on peacocks, Amy kept right on cutting my hair. I really liked that she took her time, made me feel comfortable, and even washed my hair extra-long (I like the head rubs!). She did a nice job. I still hate my haircut, but I can stand it this time. Oh, and I guess at cosmetology school they charge only $8 a haircut. Not too shabby. I was expecting to pay for a normal haircut, around $15. I just gave Amy a twenty, and called it good.

To all of those who've cut my hair before: There's a reason you didn't get 150% tips. One, you suck at cutting hair. Two, you make me feel uncomfortable. And three, you're not my girlfriend's sister. So to all other haircutters, I give you all, at the same time, a giant fuck you. I've found my new haircut place, and my new haircutter.

Okay, enough about haircuts. Went to the Guster concert last night at MSU. It was pretty good. Cori was on my mind a lot, and that kind of distracted me a little. But the music was spectacular, and the crowd was great. I love the college crowds. Everybody was dancing and singing along. That's the way it should be at Guster concerts. My only complaint was that they had everyone in chairs. The whole floor should have been open so everyone could stand close together. It's more personal and fun that way. Enhances the experience.

I was trying to compare last night's concert to the first one I ever saw. It's amazing how much they've come along in just a few years. Joe adds a whole other dimension to their music. New intros, extended versions of songs, and instruments. I like it. Listening to "Two Points for Honesty" with Joe's intro...just amazing. Last night did it for me. I now feel like Joe is an official member of Guster. I know he has been one for awhile, but it never felt like it till last night. Welcome to Guster Joe. Glad to have you.

Top Five songs Played Lastnight:
1) Two Points for Honesty
2) Great Escape
3) One Man Wrecking Machine
4) Barrel of a Gun
5) I Spy

My only problem with the concert has to be the opening guy, Andrew Bird. Uhhhh what the fuck? I think he played a 45 minute song with seven breaks throughout to accept applause. It was terrible. Every song sounded the same. I still don't know if he played a single instrument on stage. Was it all on tape? Who the fuck knows. Weird ass guy. And not good.

Okay, I'm out this bitch. I'll hollllllllllla at you cats later. Peace my nigggggggggggggggas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~Mikey D

"Get out your cameras, tonight's the night to remember..."

One Sad Sammy

2006-04-06T13:23:00.000-07:00

I cried today...

Bawled actually.

Complete and utter breakdown.

Kind of came out of left field, kinda didn't (again with those damn contradicitions!)

Cori called me today from her cruise. God I miss her so much. And, literally a minute into our conversation, I just started crying. Tear after tear. Uncontrollable crying. I could hardly talk to her it was so bad. I tried though.

"What's wrong?"
"I just miss you, that's all..."
"Baby, I miss you too...you know that, right?"

No I don't know that. You're in the carribean with four of your best friends, soaking up the sun, drinking yourselves stupid, and hitting the clubs everynight. This is the first fucking time I've heard from you all damn week (not her fault at all though).

"How's your trip going?"
"Great, I'm having a great time down here, it's been a lot of fun."
"That's good, what have you been doing?"
"Well we've been to a different island each day so far...so we just lay out on the beaches during the day and then go to the clubs at night. It's been a lot of fun, we've drank like every night together."

Am I jealous? You bet. I'm here, she's there. Everyday is something new for her; something exciting. Everyday is the same for me. I live in boring Lansing. Nothing ever changes- ever. I hate it so much here. This week has gone by slow for me, with no Cori and no subbing opportunities (kids are on spring break). I'm doing my best to stay busy and not go out of my fucking mind.

Hearing her tell me about the clubs...the drinking...and just hearing the overall happiness in the tone of her voice...they all just sent me over the edge. Jealous. Ha. Insanely jealous.

I wish I was there with her right now, enjoying every moment of her memorable vacation with her. Then there's every guy's worst nightmare when his woman is away- another guy will try and get with her. Do I trust Cori? Yes. Do I think she'd ever cheat on me? No. Not in a million years. It is just the thought of dirty drunk cabin boys trying to get with her that just repulses me. I hate the thought...

Cori comes home on Sunday. I thought about surprising her at the airport when she gets in, but I thought better of it. I don't want to seem like a smothering boyfriend I suppose. I know I would feel a little pathetic greeting her at the airport after I just cried to her for ten minutes on the phone today. Pathetic soul I am. I suppose I just miss my baby.

I want to be in a good mood when she comes back, but I have a feeling I won't be. I know, I know, if I tell myself I won't be in a good mood, well then I won't be. I kinda know how I operate, and how I know I'm going to react when I see her. Will I be happy she's back? Of course. I'll probably hug her till the stuffing comes out of her, Winnie the Pooh style. It's going to hurt me (for whatever reason) to hear all about her trip and all the fun times she had. It'll hurt because it'll seem to me that she had a better time without me (I guess I figured out the reason). All insecurities with myself I suppose. But you know what'll be the real kick to the groin? When she asks me how my week was. She'll ask me what I did, and I will invariably reply with the all too common guy response, "nothing".

And the thing is, I did do nothing. I went through another boring and normal week here in Lansing, Michigan. This whole place just depresses me now. I really hate being here, especially alone. I don't do much anymore. And when she asks me what I did this week, it will trigger nothing but depressive thoughts.

And the guy thing again. When she tells me about the clubs, I'll just think of other guys. Bad. Bad, bad, bad.

I know I shouldn't be this way, but I am. I wish I wasn't, but I really don't know how to fix myself. Cori is a wonderful woman who wouldn't do a damn thing to hurt me, so why do I feel so hurt inside all of the time? I just want to fix myself, and not be so jealous and depressed...but I don't know how...

I have to thank Stacey. She had perfect timing this afternoon when she dropped by our apartment. I literally cried on her shoulder. I felt stupid, but it was nice to have company and someone to talk to. My days get kind of lonely (especially this week), because I work at night and all. So thank you Stacey. Thanks for being a friend, and thanks for listening.

3 more days, I hope I can keep my shit together. And hopefully after that things will get back to normal. I know I still need to fix myself, but I guess I'll just have to work on that with time.

Okay, sorry this was a rather "downer" post, I promise I'll pick it up next time...maybe =). Hollllllllllllllllllllla bitches!

~Mikey D

"Even though this week will be tough, I will be back. Trust me, I can't wait to come back to Michigan- just to see you. I will be thinking of you all the time. I am going to miss you so much. I love you Mike. ~Cori"

I love you too Sunshine.

Color Me Tan

2006-04-04T13:38:00.000-07:00

Well good Tuesday to all of you! Two blogs in two days?!?! Now I'm getting back into the swing of things. Vintage Mikey D, blogging multiple times a week instead of this once every few months crap. Yeah, I like it this way too =).

Today I went tanning. Not out by a pool, not out in natural sunlight...but at a real, fake tanning place (I like to ammuse myself with contradictions...if you haven't noticed by now). I decided to do it this morning after looking at my naked body in the bathroom mirror. After the initial "How the hell does a man get this skinny?" thought, I became utterly disgusted with how pale and, well, white I'd become. I made up my mind right then and there (and then later at the kitchen table after I talked myself out of going in the shower), that I, Mikey D, was going to go fake baking. Yes, I was going to suck up my pride, become a hypocrite, and get artificially bronzed.

I gathered all the shit my girlfriend left me (I mentioned it all in the last blog), and headed out. The place was called "Island Tanning". Amusing name if you think about it, because it is in a strip mall in downtown Lansing, very far from anything island-like. Anyway, I arrived a little after eleven, and after a few minutes of sitting in my car gathering myself, I headed in...

I guess that islands have a lot of palm trees and coconuts, because the decor at "Island Tanning" was tastefully done in such a manner that it made you feel like you were on an island. After a few seconds of trying to get my bearings straight in this foreign place, I was greeted with a laugh by a young lady behind a desk.

"You look lost," she said.
"I feel lost," I replied.

I told her I came for some "color," and that I was tired of seeing a pale white boy in the mirror and being repulsed. She thought that was sooooo funny. I think I stood there for a good ten seconds while she got all the giggles out of her. Anyway, she was quick to point out that I looked very uncomfortable. Duh.

"I can see why it's a little uncomfortable, being the only guy in here and all."

Actually getting quite used to that feeling. Another place where I'm the only guy there. Not exactly something I wasn't used to. She then proceeded to show me the different packages available for purchase. I scanned the page quickly, looking for something along the lines of "Get Fucking Tan", but couldn't find anything of the sort. The page was filled with things like 'Orbits' and 'High-Pressure Machines' and 'Island Beds'. Orbits? What does that have to do with an island? Anyway, like I had a damn clue what to get. The fact that I had now spent 10 minutes at the counter with Ms. Giggly McGiggle-A-Lot was making me feel even more uncomfortable.

"Give me whatever you think is best. I just want a little color to my skin, and nothing more."
"Well, then you probably want an Island Bed."
"Than give me an Island Bed."
"Are you sure that's what you want?"
"Hmmm...that's the one that's going to give me just a little color, right?"
"Yeah."
"And I did say that I wanted the one that was going to give me just a little color, right?"
"Yeah."
"Huh...well maybe I should keep looking at the others, eh?"

I can be such a sarcastic prick sometimes. I usually do it for my own amusement (Kevin, you taught me well), but this girl was loving it. She loved that I was being a sarcastic little bitch. It's actually quite refreshing to see someone not take things so personally. She knew she said something pretty obvious and stupid, and I just teased her a bit about it. She took it all in stride though, which was nice to see. Once again, however, I had to wait for all the giggles to get out. My bad.

So she began to set me up with my first ever tanning bed. She told me how to use it, which buttons to push, etc. etc. Stuff I needed to know. First timer and all. I finally kicked her out of my room and lathered myself in lotion that Cori gave me. I smelled of a cross between coconuts and the green apple jelly beans. I couldn't have felt any less like a man. It was at the point that all my mascculinity had vanished. Nearing tears from my personal self-loathing, I laid in the bed to "tan".

And you know what? It wasn't that bad. They had little fans blowing on me the whole time to keep my body cool. The little eye glasses Cori gave me made the light seem dim and faint. They even had a little head rest to keep me comfortable. I almost fell asleep. The whole experience was actually quite relaxing. I was completely and utterly surprised.

After dressing I headed out to pay. I didn't look any different than when I came in, but apparently you have to go a few days in a row to start to get the color. Grrrrrrrrrreat. Ms. Giggles tried to make me feel at ease though, and she gets a gold star for trying to do so.

"Don't feel weird, I know a guy who comes and tans here all the time."
"Yeah, and is he gay?"
"No, he's my fiance'."

Oops. Stupid mouth. So that was my first trip to "Island Sun". A little uncomfortable, but not too bad. I am officially "one of those" people who do the fake-baking thing. I can't really see myself doing it for more than this week though. Not gonna turn myself orange or anything. Just a few times to get my color, that's all. I promise. A man always has his limits. Now if I could just figure out what mine are...

So tomorrow my girlfriend's parents are dropping off their two little dogs with me while they go on vacation for a couple of days. I am officially a pet-sitter. They are two little Jack Russels. I'm not really a dog person, much more of a cat guy, but these little pups are okay. They're fun to play around with and such. I don't think they'll be too much of a problem. I'm excited to have pets though, even if it is for just a couple of days (thank you Adam). Not used to the whole walking-the-dog thing, but it can't be that bad though. No way in hell I'm picking up their poop though. I'll make them eat it before I pick it up. Damn straight.

What's in my CD Player right now that should be in yours:
(Illegaly download this shit folks, you'll love it!!!...or at least I'll love you for having it in your music collection.)

October Fall- In Spite of Everything
October Fall- 88 Keys and My Broken Strings
David Kitt- Dancing in the Moonlight
David Kitt- Another Love Song
American Eyes- Knife Fight With a Girl
David Melillo- Knights of the Island Counter
John Ralston- Gone Gone Goner
John Ralston- Keep Me
Cute is What We Aim For- Lyrical Lies
Guster- One Man Wrecking Machine

Okay, wrapping this shit up. Holllllllllllllla at you bitches later. Peace.

~Mikey D

"Sex is a good thing. Someday I hope to do it again."

The Teacher Who Had a Penis

2006-04-03T15:50:00.000-07:00

"I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!"

Rap lyric courtesy of Terrel Owens' new rap song. He says that a lot. I think he's back or something. Back doing his job as a professional football player. Sports are a funny business, aren't they? You make millions, act like a jackass, basically get kicked out for a year (so you can party and vacation in exotic locations...and make shitty rap songs), then get with a new team and make millions more. Now if I acted the way T.O. did, being a teacher and all, I'm pretty sure things wouldn't turn out quite as good as they did for lucky T.O. For one, people in the education community would laugh at my demand for "guaranteed millions". Two, educators would not really appreciate my rap song that would rip on students and faculty alike. What would it sound like you ask? Probably very bad, with a lot of "fuck you first graders" and "Yeah Mrs. Swanson likes to swallow my cums" and the such. I'd have a catchy chorus though. You know that rap song "Poppin' my collar"? You know, where they repeat "Poppin' my collar" over and over and over again and call it a hit song? Well I'd just change the lyrics around to "Poppin' some cherries" and put that down as my chorus...... WHOA KIDDING!!! Kick back folks, that was just a tasteless and uncalled for joke. Oh Peter, that's dirty. Yeah, yeah, that's wrong, I know. Eh. Anyway, the T.O. thing definitely wouldn't work out for me. After all that, I doubt I'd be getting a teaching job anywhere. Yep, yep. So props to you T.O., you've found a profession that allows you to act more immature, more greedy, and more stupid than any in the world. At least you can be yourself.

So yes, sorry for the long break from the blogging. Just haven't been in the writing mood really. Just needed a break I suppose. But I'm back, and I'm ready to go.

For the first topic of business, I'd like to talk about teaching. I don't know if this will turn into a rant, or what, but I'd just like to get some thoughts out. So I am a male, as most of you know or wish I was more of (what?), and I am in a profession that is dominated by females. Absolutely, positively, 100% owned by women. There are few men that teach at the elementary level. I will be one of them eventually (and hopefully).

So what's wrong with being a guy in a female dominated industry? Well I know Joe Schmo the Frat Guy (great name) is saying that nothing could be wrong with that. Tons of women around, and only I being the object of their desire (unless they're into women, or they don't like skinny guys, or me in general...). The thing is it's not that great actually. Think about a girl playing sports on a guys team. It's just different. Something seems out of place. The guys will accept her as a teammate, but will she ever be "one of the guys"? It's virtually impossible to believe she will. Guys and girls are just different. She can't always hang and act and be with the boys when she's not one.

That's the way I feel sometimes with teaching- okay a lot of the time. I feel like I have to prove myself to other (female) teachers to show them I CAN teach at the elementary level. It doesn't seem right, but it's the way it is. I'm going to use Sylvan for my example. For those of you who don't know, Sylvan tutors kids mostly in reading and math after school. There are 5 or 6 tables with 2-3 students at each getting help from us teachers. I am the only male teacher employed. Where's my table in the room? In the very back of the room. In the corner. Okay, really no big deal. No reflection on my teaching whatsoever (at least I hope). Still depressing though. Anyway, everyday I walk in and I NEVER get greeted- by anyone. I'm always the one saying hello to the boss, or good afternoon to my coworkers. Then I head to my corner. The thing is, I watch the rest of the teachers from my table in the back, and they are sooooo fucking friendly to each other that it makes me want to throw-up. Maybe they don't like me you say? I seriously have done nothing to make them not like me. Kill em' with kindness, that's what my mom always said. Well, that doesn't work. I'm the outcast there. I can't talk about babies, parenting techniques, soap operas, trashy romance novels, dessert making, etc. etc. I'm not invited into those conversations because I'm the boy. I'm on their team, but I'll never be "one of the girls". Get my drift?

So I try to be the best teacher I can be, so I can get noticed by the others. Sounds good, yeah? Well, I feel like I have been a great teacher. Kids are excited to be at my table. I get kids coming to me all the time saying, "thank you so much for helping me with such-and-such, I didn't understand it until you taught it to me." That feels good. I now get a comment like that at least once a day. But as far as getting noticed by the other female teachers??? No such luck.

So what though? Maybe they aren't supposed to being paying attention to me, but rather teaching instead. Good point. Except we have roaming teachers. They help out with problem students and help get materials needed for a table. These roaming teachers (female) also hand out tickets to us teachers. They are like a reward. When they see something good being done by a teacher, they give a ticket. A reward for good teaching! At the end of the month, there is a drawing held with all the tickets, and a prize is given to the winner. Everyday as us teachers file out, my female coworkers drop their tickets in the jar, while I just walk by it empty-handed. It's depressing, really it is. Do I do less of a job than them? No. Hell no. I get put in the back of the room, and I don't get much attention my entire time there. Now I'm not one that needs tickets to know that I'm a good teacher. I know I've helped kids. I know I've got their respect, and they enjoy working with me. When kids start to request to work with you and cheer loudly when they find out they're at your table, you know you're doing something right. But why don't the other teachers see that? I want to be noticed! So it's not so much the reassurance of being a good teacher, but rather just the fact that my coworkers respect and notice the work I do.

Today I got a ticket. I was so surprised and shocked when she handed it to me. I even showed it off to all the kids at my table (yes, that's how happy I was). Finally, some recognition. I was getting noticed. Maybe tomorrow they would actually greet me at the door, ask me about my day, and in turn, I could ask them about theirs. I thought it was all coming around. Then I read the back of my ticket, which tells what good thing that roaming teacher noticed.

"For Mike, for showing up early today."

What?!?!

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

I show up early every fucking day. I am the first one of us teachers there everytime. Early? Fuck you! I came to the conclusion tonight that I don't think I'll ever be fully accepted into the teaching community (at the elementary level) like a female would. I can only hope at future jobs that other teachers at least treat me like a teammate, like a coworker. And if they do that, they will see that I am a good teacher, and really a nice guy. Perhaps a good friend. I just want a chance.

So my little lady is on a cruise right now. Getting all tan and shit. She's with four of her best girl friends enjoying the week in the carribean. Am I jealous? Well shit yeah! Goddamn, that was a stupid ass question! But as much as I wish I was with her, I wish she was here with me. I miss her so much. We've seen each other so much the last 8+ months that it feels totally weird not having her around for this long. It's like a part of me is missing...that sounded terribly cliche, I appologize. But it's kind of true. Sometimes I go through my days like a lost little puppy (cliche police, arrest me now). She comes back this coming Sunday. It will be soooo nice to get things back to normal. I hope she's having a good time though, and I do hope she's bringing me home lots and lots of presents. Is that greedy? Wrong of me to say? Eh, I don't care. I'm not going to lie. I would like to have a present from her trip. I don't care what the hell it is (preferably not a dildo, or any other sex toy for women or gay men), but just something that lets me know she was thinking of me. That would mean a lot to me =). What kind of gifts are unique to the carribean? The only thing I can think of is shells and water. Huh. I'm so uncultured. Eh.

Okay, so my baby was tanning (fake baking) before she left so she'd have a reasonable base tan so she wouldn't get burned easily being out in the sun so much. I disagree with the fake-baking thing, as I don't like the way it looks unnatural, and well, just plain fake. But my love did make some good points, as going to the caribbean white as a ghost wouldn't have been the best of things. She would have burnt to a crisp. So I understand the base tan thing I suppose. Before she left though, she proposed the idea that I, yes I, should go to the fake-bakers and get a tan of my own. She gave me her information to her account, her tanning lotion, and her little tanning eye glasses. That's kind of like asking a vegetarian to try a little steak. At first I was apalled that she would even suggest such a thing. I have so vehemently denounced fake baking in its entirety in the past. But the thing is, when she comes back from wayyyyyyyy down south, she's going to be soooo fucking dark. And yours truly? Think Casper covered in white out in a snow storm...but even whiter. Sigh. A living night and day couple we would be. Perhaps I should just get a base tan, and get a little color to my skin? Yes or no? Let me know what you think!

Okay, I've definitely chatted this one up. It has been awhile. I'm sure I'll be writing again real soon. Until then, holllllllllllllllllllllllllllllla bitches!

Mikey D

"You know what I want to know..."

My Morning

2006-02-07T09:12:00.000-08:00

Well, pretty boring morning for me today, but I came across some interesting things. I was reading some comics this morning, and I stumbled across this one. It's not so much funny, as it is actually portraying a real-life situation.

As everyone knows, if you make a stupid-ass statement to a hot chick you get punched so hard that spit flies from your mouth, and the word "whack" actually appears out of thin air, so you can read that you are getting the shit kicked out of you WHILE you're getting the shit kicked out of you. Oh, and never diss '24'. Never.

I then went to check my email. One of my friends sent me this lovely picture. Apparently it is a rare Einstein photo, take a looksy...

Flattering to say the least. Apparently Einstein was a big fan of me. Can't blame him. Even the great ones aren't so great when stacked up next to me. And no, my ego isn't big at all. It's fucking huge.

After checking my email I made a trip to Barnes and Noble. I was checking out some of the new releases when I found the new 2006 Oxford American Dictionary. It was a little pricey, so I didn't buy it, but I flipped through it a bit, and found some curious things...

Perhaps a sign of things to come? It was nice to see the dictionary get a head start on things, but it's not even March! Silly, silly.

And the dictionary definitely got it right with this one...

I bow to you sir.

So then I went home and flipped on the television and watched a little bit of the news. Imagine my surprise when I saw this story:

I reported that shit 6 months ago, and now it's breaking news!?!? Fuck that. And yes, I am still demanding sex in return. It's only fair, right???

Ahhh shit, as you can see I was bored as fuck this morning. Peace out home skillets, I'll holllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllla!!!!!!!!!!!!

~Mikey D

NFL Myths

2006-01-25T21:50:00.000-08:00

Kinda interesting, check it out...

http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=caple/060124

Update Central

2006-01-25T08:23:00.000-08:00

Updates. Let's start with my beloved Orioles. Hooray for them getting rid of Sammy Sosa and Rafael Palmeiro. Talk about two boo birds right there. With those two distractions gone, I thought the O's would makes some significant moves to upgrade their pitiful pitching staff. Eh-eh. Bring in Jeff Conine, Ramon Hernandez, Cory Patterson, and Kevin Millar. Send out two relief pitchers in Jorge Julio and B.J. Ryan. Ummmm not really what I wanted, or expected. So it appears this team will be exactly the same as last year, finishing 10-20 games under .500. Yay, something to be excited for. At least their won't be any distractions...or so I thought. So last week the Oriole's finally made a move for a starting pitcher, acquiring Kris Benson from the Mets. I liked the move. He's a veteran player, and brings some stability to our young staff. Then I started to research this guy, and I found out that this chap is married to a lovely lady named Anna Benson.

Anna Benson. Mother of three. Ex-Stripper. Model. Named to FHM's 100 hottest women in the world list. Hmmmmm....

Turns out Anna loves her some controversy (God dammit!). Apparently she does not get enough attention from hubby Kris, because this is one hoe-bag who loves running her yapper to the papers and press, just so she can see her name in it. According to the lovely Anna, Kris and her have had sex in numerous ballparks across the country, with the new park in Cincinnati being their latest conquest. Anna isn't shy when she says that she loves sex in public places, and it is Kris and hers goal to have sex in every major league park. Sigh, this isn't good...

So today I'm listening to Mr. Tony Bruno, and he has an interview with Mrs. Benson. Oh lord. Among her many idiotic and whorish things said was that she "can't wait to christen Camden Yards" (home of my Orioles). For the love of all things holy in baseball, no! No! NO! NOOOOO! This is my mecca. My home away from home. It is sacred ground. And she's gonna fuck in it! The dirty whore is going to soil my castle! Sigh. Also in the interview she said that now that Kris is in Baltimore, she's going to be as bad as she wants to be. Uhhh, what the fuck does that mean??? This is coming from the same woman that said that if hubby Kris ever cheated on her, she'd fuck the entire New York Mets team, from every player on the team down to the bat boys, just to get her revenge. Apparently we'll have to wait and see what Anna means. In the mean time she is quite excited about the transition from New York to Baltimore. She has already received, according to her, 400 fan mail letters welcoming her to Baltimore. Why do I have a funny feeling that most of them are from men? Horny men? All I wanted was a distraction-less season, and I fear I might just have to wait on that for awhile...Welcome to Baltimore Kris and Anna Benson, you are probably going to make me hate you.

My College Basketball Top 10:
1) Duke
2) UConn*
3) Memphis
4) Texas
5) Villanova
6) Florida
7) West Virginia
8) Gonzaga
9) Illinois
10) Michigan State (yeah, you knew they'd make it =))
*Hey UConn! If you actually played a fucking team that I've heard of, you'd be number one! Pathetic bunch of pansies you are, actually schedule someone!

This is my last week at the coffee shop. Sad times indeed. I'm going to miss everyone there, but I know it's my time to move on. I'm ready to start something different, something new, and hopefully something exciting. For the time being I plan on doing some substitute teaching and working more at Sylvan. I really want to give this teacher thing a full chance. If I don't like it, eh, I tried it at least. If anything, I'm building a solid resume for the future. I'll have worked as a camp counselor, tennis instructor, t-ball instructor, at Sylvan, substituting, with two years field experience, and then my internship year in the classroom. That's solid experience that will hopefully help me land a job in the future if I decide to go into teaching. If not, well, I'll just explore other options, but it doesn't hurt to be well rounded. I still would like to write, and perhaps start my own business...it's figuring out what that's that hard part. So yeah, that's that.

What's in my CD Player right now that should be in yours:
LoveHateHero, Citizens Here and Abroad, Panic at the Disco, Hellogoodbye, Paramore, Jamison Parker, Jeff Buckley, The Decemberists, Foo Fighters, Morningwood
And you have to check out this guy Michael Paski and his song "Cold Drive Home". Amazing. If you liked "Konstantine" by Something Corporate, you'll love him as well. Check him out at www.myspace.com/mikepaski. Trust me, it's worth it.
And my shameless plug of the day is for my good buddy Simeon Lowe. Check out his heartcore band, As Bound With Them, at www.myspace.com/asboundwiththem.

Things with the girlfriend are good. We've just celebrated our six month anniversary together. It was pretty uneventful, just because we both had to work. I bought her a bra. She needed one, and I thought I'd be a cute boyfriend and buy her one. Never again. Never ever ever again. Boys should not buy girl's bras. It's downright embarassing and yeah, not very manly. Going to Victoria's Secret and looking around at different bras is just plain awkward. I thank you Kev for going with me and sharing in the uncomfortableness with me. Although you looked more comfortable than I did. Maybe I'm still a little boy at heart, but it makes me blush seeing all the underwear and stuff and having a girl sales lady ask me about it all. Anyway, she liked the bra, thankfully (yes, I got the right size =)). Lately I've felt a new level of comfortableness with her. I feel settled with her. That's a good thing. She takes care of me and keeps me happy, and I couldn't ask for more. I like where I am at with her- completely and utterly happy. I love my baby girl, never gonna let her go =).

I will hopefully have some more time to write in the coming months. Until then, peace out my niggasssssssss, I'll holllllllllllllllla!

~Mikey D

"When I say 'shotgun', you say 'wedding'!"
"Shotgun!"
"Wedding!"
"Shotgun!"
"Wedding!"

Coffee Talk

2006-01-04T10:49:00.000-08:00

Let's start of with a review of the national championship game between USC and Texas. I've been watching espn and listening to sports talk radio today, and all I can hear about is how outstanding the game was last night. Perhaps they saw a different game than I did. Yes, it was close. That, to me, doesn't make for a "good" game.

The game I saw was full of missed tackles, mental mistakes, bad coaching, and bad officiating. I was quite saddened by the fact that these were the two best teams in college football, because they didn't look like it last night. I know I'm a pro football guy, but geeze, that quality of play displayed by both teams was poor to say the least. I don't even know where to begin. How about with Texas, down 7-0, facing a fourth down and the ball at mid-field 5 minutes into the game. Why would you go for it??? You don't get it, and USC has the short field, with a chance to take complete control of the game and momentum. Punt it, pin em' deep! Nope, they go for it, and whoa, don't get it. Luckily for them, USC gets down to the Texas 15 and has a fourth down of their own, and what do they do? Yup, go for it. I know they're kicking game isn't very good, but a 30 yarder from the right hash? Kev, you could make that 4 out of 5 times! Well, USC doesn't get it, so Texas is off the hook.

I watched as the Texas return man stubbornly refused to go down on a return, only to get the shit smacked out of him and cough up a fumble. I watched Reggie Bush streak down field with the ball only to throw an uncalled for latteral to an unsuspecting teammate. What is this shit??? I watched Matt Leinart throw into double coverage over and over and over again. I also watched him sail pass after pass over his receivers' heads. I watched the refs miss Vince Young's knee being down on a touchdown pitch. I watched the refs miss an interception made by a Texas corner. I watched Pete Carrol, on 4th and 2 at midfield, make the same mistake Mack Brown did in the 1st quarter and go for it. Folks, it's true, Reggie and Vince are great athletes. Phenomenal actually. But that was bad football!!! I didn't even want to watch anymore after halftime.

I got home in time to watch Vince Young put on his own highlight reel and win the Rose Bowl single handedly. That team really is nothing without that guy. You could have dressed those USC players in Michigan uniforms and turned the clock back a year and I wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between the games. Deja Vu. I have to say that I'm very disappointed with Pete Carrol for not coming up with a better defensive scheme for Vince Young. I expected more out of a defensive mastermind like Pete.

Now it's onto the NFL for these guys. I'm not sold on any of the big 3. Leinart proved nothing to me except he may be a product of a great USC system. Watching him scramble on the last play of the game was pathetic. He ran, literally ran, all the time off the clock. Throughout the entire game I was thinking that he just looked big and gumpy with an average arm. A poor man's Drew Bledsoe. If he was in the NFL last night, he would have finished with the half the yards he threw for, and at least four interceptions. It was a downright pathetic performance from a Heisman winner. Reggie? His stat line looked good. I watched him bounce outside on his runs, and get met by quick Texas defenders. The NFL is a fast paced game. He's not going to be able to out run his competition like he did in college. I just wonder if he's going to be able to run between tackles and push a pile. Perhaps he can, I just did not see enough of it in college. And please, don't compare him to Barry Sanders. I can't take that shit. There's only one Barry, period. As for Mr. Young, I have to eat my crow. I thought he'd get exposed by USC. He proved me wrong with a great individual effort. Still, not sold on Vince being a good NFL quaterback. Yes, he can run. Once again though, in the NFL, players hit hard and move fast. And they don't miss tackles like they do in college. They would force Vince to throw, and I just don't think he's got a strong enough, or accurate enough, arm to rely on. Compare him to Vick if you will, but Vick is quicker. And has a cannon for an arm. Perhaps a better comparison would be to Leftwich, because Leftwich is a bigger mobile quaterback, but like Vick, Leftwich has a gun on his right arm. Young doesn't. And if he runs as much as he does in college, he's going to be injured before week 8 in the NFL. I just feel this group of guys is over-hyped. I don't feel as good about them as I did about last year's class of Ronnie Brown, Cadillac Williams, and Alex Smith.

So let the debate begin about this national championship game being an instant classic. I will have to disagree with you. Give me a well played game by two of the best. Think back a few years to Miami against Ohio State. That was a national championship game. Sure, there were some good and some bad individual performances, but you saw two teams go balls to the wall and play just great football.

Switching gears. So by now you all know I work in a coffee shop. I deal with customers ever single day, and by our Beaner Bible, am required to be nice to them. Yes, apparently it is frowned upon to mock/tease/ridicule/curse any of the customers. Go figure. Well, over my two years (wow, two years...geeze) I've heard a lot of stupid shit come out of customer's mouths. All the while I've bit my tongue, like a good little barista. With Cori's help though, we've come up with a little list of stupid things we've heard out of customer's mouths that we'd like to share with you. Enjoy...

Customer: [A customer is purchasing a brand-spankin' new coffee mug] "Can I put stuff in this?"
Me: [pause]...Yes.

What I would have rather said in that situation was, "Whoa, that's weird...I just asked that same question to my boss when I wanted to jerk off and spooge in your drink." I refrained however.

Customer: "What's the difference between a Caramel Marvel and a Mocha Caramel?
Me: One has caramel in it, the other has mocha AND caramel...

This is eerily similar to an experience I had in kindergarten when the class retard asked me the difference between the red crayon and the red-orange crayon. Except this time I didn't punch the customer in the mouth because they are fucking stupid.

[The customer is waiting at the end of the counter for their drink. Nobody else is in the store.]
Me: Grande Mocha Caramel!
Customer: [pause]...Is this mine?
Me:...Yes.

Yeah, you hear people calling out drinks you've ordered alllll the time just randomly. I'm sure that customer was thinking to themselves, "Wow, that guy just yelled out the EXACT drink I ordered...what are the odds?" It's the best when you call out the drink and the person is standing right in front of you, yet they don't grab the drink. You stand there for a few seconds and stare at the customer, and you can just see that not much is going on upstairs in their head. They'll look at you, the drink, hear the words coming out of your mouth...and yet no reaction. The best they can do is a "Is this mine?" Fucking idiots.

Me: How was your day today?
Customer: Great, just got back from the game! Did you see it?
Me: Naw, what happened!?!?

Excuse me sir, when the fuck would I have had time to watch the damn game? I'm making your overpriced latte instead, which is something I'd much rather do than watch some awesome sporting event. Fuck off moron.

Customer: Can I get a Vente Mocha Frappuccino?
Me: Yeah, sure.

Okay, first off, we do not sell "Frappuccinos". Secondly, Vente is a Starbucks size, not a Beaner's size. 0 for 2 folks. This would be like walking into McDonalds and asking for a Whopper combo and having it King Sized. "But Mike, coffee is coffee, so what? They just got mixed up..." And a hamburger is a hamburger, what's your point? As you walk in and look at a menu, do you not have an intelligent thought running through your head? Like, "Hey, I'm in Beaner's right now, not Starbucks."

[Customer pulls up to the drive-thru window without placing an order at the speaker]
Me: Did you miss the speaker box back there?
Customer: Oh, I didn't even see it. I thought you just pulled up to the window.
Me: Nope, it's right back there...

Yes, we are actually the only drive-thru that has a speaker box. I'm sure that you pull up to every other drive-thru window that you go to, like McDonalds. We just like to do things a little differently around here. Call us crazy, because I'm calling you a dumb douche.

Okay, it was nice to get some of those out there. On that note, I'm off to work. I'll holla at you cats later. Peace my nigggggggggas!!!!!

~Mikey D

"Many people think that if they were only in some other place, or had some other job, they would be happy. Well, that is doubtful. So get as much happiness out of what you are doing as you can and don't put off being happy until some future date." Dale Carnegie

Voluntarily Comatosed Zombie

2005-12-27T10:37:00.000-08:00

Okay, taking a shower this morning and had an interesting thought...well interesting to me at least. I was thinking about my beeeeeeeeautiful girlfriend (shameless attempt at brownie points...which worked, right?) while I was in one of those dazes where you aren't really paying attention to anything you're doing. After being in this daze for a few minutes, I realized that I had shampooed my hair and washed my face...without any recollection of doing so. I tried as hard as I could to remember doing both actions, but could not. The only reason I knew I had done both was the fact that my hair was wet (a good indicator for me that I had already washed it), and I was holding the bottle of face soap when I snapped out of my daze. Now I think we've all had this happen to us before, perhaps when we're driving late at night, and we're driving over a stretch of road we've driven a thousand times, and we get in one of those dazes, and when we snap out we don't remember a couple miles of the trip we've driven. Sound familiar?

But what if we could train ourselves to get into those "dazes"? We'd be like zombies walking around doing shit. What? You don't want to be a zombie? But it's cool to be a zombie. Haven't you seen all those neat zombie movies that have come out the last couple of years? People love zombies! Anyway, if we could train ourselves to be zombies, we could snap into those dazes to do shit we don't want to do. Like work. We could go through our workday without actually having to go through it...A zombie whose comatosed. We'd be living, going through the daily routine, but we'd have no recollection of it. We be voluntarily comatosed zombies! Fun shit!

Think about it...you wake up at six in the morning all tired and shit. You realize you have a loooooooong eight hour workday ahead of you, perhaps more. Ugggggh. You start cursing the world because you have to get out of your cozy bed to do something you don't want to do, but have to do. You realize you have to get ready, fight traffic, deal with the people at work, and all the other stresses that come with a workday...Unless you become a voluntary comatosed zombie!!! You'd just snap into you zombie-self, and presto, you're going through the day's motions without consciously doing them. Your shit is getting done, but you're not stressed out, you're not put in a bad mood, and you're not hassled. It's perfect!

And when you get home at the end of the day, you'll feel relaxed and ready for a fun-filled evening. Who knows, maybe they'll be a couple of surprises for you at the end of the day. Perhaps when you snap out of your comatose, you'll see that you have a fresh mustard stain on your shirt. Where did you get that from? Did you have a hot dog for lunch with mustard and relish? Noooo you don't like relish silly. Perhaps you got in mustard super-soaker fight with Crazy Larry from down the hall. But Crazy Larry wouldn't have brought two super-soakers to work...that'd be just crazy....like Lary...hmmm... See, it's a mystery! And half the fun of mysteries is solving them. Being a comatose zombie is definitely something you can have fun with.

Or how about school related things! Have a big speech to give in that...uhhhh...speech class??? Voluntarily comatose yourself! Become that fine-ass zombie that looks all sexified in front of his peers giving a kick-ass speech without his voice cracking and hands uncontrollably shaking...sigh...Or perhaps you're nervous about asking Susie Q to the ice cream social on Friday night. Voluntarily comatose yourself! The pressure is off big fella, you'll walk up to the little whore and ask her to that social without all those stupid fucking butterflies eating the walls of your stomach away. Just make sure you have her call you later with the answer, because there's a good chance, perhaps a 100-percent chance, you won't remember her response being a zombie and all.....You could even voluntarily comatose yourself when you go to the doctor's! Nobody likes going to the doctors, and check-ups would be a breeeeeeeeeze. Yup, like light gusts of wind. Just think, no waiting rooms, no looking at the scale while the doctor weighs you, or getting undressed in front of good old Doc. And you wouldn't have that comfortable feeling when the doctor checks out your balls and plays with them for what seems like and unnecssarily and uncomfortably long time, rolling them around in the palm of his hand from left to right, and then right to left, and once more left to right for good measure. And then when he checks out your dick...running his hand up and down the shaft, saying that he has to get it firm and errect so he can make sure the blood is flowing properly, all the while you feel like crying and deep down wishing that your mommy would come in and take you home and give you a vanilla pudding cup before tucking you in for an afternoon nap. And then when he busts out the popsicle sticks (yes, sticks, as in more than one stick)......well you know the feeling......sigh......Anyway, voluntarily comatose yourself, and the problems go away. It's genious really.

Although I suppose it'd have it's downsides. In a way it'd be like being passed out drunk at a New Year's Eve party and missing the lesbians in the shower dump chocolate sauce all over their naked bodies, and then when you wake up you discover some douche had drawn with lipstick all over your face...not that that's ever happened....another sigh...You'd wake up and have no recollection of the awesomeness you missed. Chocolate covered lesbians-awesome. Punching the guy who drew on you with lipstick- even more awesome. Being comatosed during the whole thing- not awesome. Take the good with the bad I suppose. Perhaps that's life. You do things you don't like, but then there are the good moments that cancel out the bad, and make life goooooood. Still, interesting idea, yeah? Okay, or not.....just an interesting thought.....

Christmas has come and gone.....To be honest with ya, I was kind of grumpy this year. Not really sure why, but I definitely wasn't that jolly around my family, or my girlfriend's. I have to issue appologies to all. I think come Christmas day I was in a much better mood though. I gave my baby her ring, and I think she liked it a lot. It looked real pretty on her hand. She hooked me up pretty good too. I got a new watch (much needed and wanted), a new sweater (might have wanted that too), Madden 2006 (yup, definitely wanted that), and the 24 DVDs from season one (a must own). It kind of amazed me that she did so well picking stuff out for me. It was all stuff I wanted, but I can't ever remember mentioning to her. I guess she knows me pretty well =). We gave each other our gifts on Christmas night, and that was real nice. The tree was lit and we sat and exchanged gifts underneath it. I tried to make it even more special by getting a bottle of champagne, but that was a bad idea. Neither of us had had chamagne before (rookies), and neither of us found the taste very appealing. Bleah. But we cuddled close afterwards and fell asleep in each others arms...awww how cute. She's still the best; I'm glad I got to spend Christmas with her. I love her so much. =)

Fantasy football is done an over with. Another year in the books. I took home the championship in our league. Finished out the year with eleven straight wins. Um, damn. God damn. That's pretty damn good. Anyway, I have taken away Adam's title for a year. Don't worry good buddy, I'll take good care of it. Yep, yep, it's good to be the champ. I won't trash talk too much this coming year...except I might a little =). We each have one league championship under our belt now buddy, get ready to do battle again next year!

Alright, gonna go over to my mom's for a bit. I'll holla at you cats later. Peace my nigggggggggggggggggggggas!

~Mikey D

"Who cares if we're appart for the big days,
It's the small ones that made me fall in love with you....
fall...in...love...with...you..."

What Did You Say?

2005-12-20T09:48:00.000-08:00

You know what every single sports interview has in common? They're all virutally the same. Watch Sportscenter tomorrow, I bet you hear at least one of these interviews...

1) The I-Won-But-I'm-Still-Humble Interview: "Yeah, this, this is just a great win for our team. I really can't say enough about those guys in that locker room. They went out there and gave it their all, and we're just fortunate to come away with a win. And give all the credit in the world to [insert losing team's name here], they fought and fought the whole game. This is just a great win for us, and we're looking to build off this in the coming weeks." Sound familiar? Orrrrr...

2) The This-Loss-Hurts-More-Than-Anything Interview: (for this one to work, you have to be looking at the ground the entire time, frown every once in awhile, and shake your head often) "We didn't get the job done out there. Plain and simple. Those guys went out there and beat us tonight, and now we just have to figure out where to go from here. This is a tough one to swallow, but hopefully we can bounce back next week. It's just one game, and we just have to put this one behind us." Mhmmm, heard that one, huh?

3) The Pregame Interview: "Oh it's gonna be a battle tonight. They've got some very good players over there, and we're just gonna have to do our best to try and stop them. We've been practicing pretty well these past couple of days, and we feel like we're ready. It's going to take a total team effort to get the 'W' tonight." Puhleeeeease already, can you get anymore predictable?

4) The Newly-Signed-Player Interview: "I'm just really excited to be here. This is a great opportunity for me and my family. It's a fresh new start, and I'm looking forward to contributing to this team any way I can. Hopefully my contributions will help bring back a championship to this wonderful city." Yawn.

Us men watch Sportscenter day after day and listen to the same thing over and over, and we love it all the same. It's kind of like living with your wife/girlfriend...you hear stupid shit out of her mouth day after day after day, yet you still love her (Random letter in the middle of my blog: My Dear Girlfriend, please do not hurt me for the previous statement. I did not mean it. I love you. You never say stupid shit, and that is good. Once again, I love you). Okay, now that that insincere appology letter is out of the way, I'll get to the point of this paragraph. I'm tired of the generics. Give me some more color! Give me Jim Mora's press conference on a weekly basis! And I'm not just talking to the athletes, I'm talking to you journalist too! Ask questions that'll get me more than the generic response.

Take the Nomar Garciaparra signing. Generic, bullshit news conference at Dodger Stadium. Garciappara says the right things. "The biggest thing I can achieve is being part of a World Series team. That's what I want to achieve here. I've never set personal goals for myself. It doesn't matter whether you hit .370 or .250 or .210 if you have a ring on your finger." Uhhhh yes it does Mr. Garciapparra, because you signed a one-year deal. If you hit .210, there's no way in hell the Dodgers would re-sign you even if they won a World Series. Why won't some smart-ass reporter say that! One reporter asked Garciaparra if he maintained he was not injury prone. Replied Garciaparra, "No, not at all." Uhhhh, what? Let me flip through the Garciaparra stat book real quick...let's see...hmmm...interesting...the last three years Garciappara has played in 38, 43, and 62 games respectively. Two years before that he played in a mere 21 games. Injurey prone? Um, yes you stupid douche! Shame on Garciaparra for lying, and shame on the reporter for asking such a ridiculously stupid question. So what question did that reporter follow up with? "Can you play in a 150 games?" Whoa whoa. I'll let you guess what Garciaparra said. It's a three letter word that starts with 'y' and ends with 'es'. Come on guys, give me, an above-average intelligence sports fan a little more. I'm not stupid, and I'm tired of the same old same old. "PLAYOFFS!?!? Don't talk to me about PLAYOFFS! We gotta win a friggin' game first!!!"

Continuing on with the stupid bullshit theme...so I'm listening to the Tony Bruno show this morning on the radio. First time I've really listened to the guy, and I've come up with a simple mathematical equation that describes him and his show: Tony Bruno=Tool. (The math dork in me just said to myself, "and also Tony Bruno divided by Tool equal one"...god I'm dorky sometimes) Terrible little host, but that's beside the point. He went to a commercial break, and this radio commercial for bourbon comes on. He starts talking about how delicious this bourbon is, saying you can "taste our family heritage with every sip". Maybe I'm just naturally perverted, but all I'm picturing in my head is a dirty guy sticking his dick into a dirty girl's mouth and cumming and saying, "taste my family heritage...bitch!" (I just threw the bitch in there for kicks...shits and giggles if you will...I know, I know, nice touch) Anyway, I don't want to think about drinking cum while I "sip" your bourbon. Gross. I will not be tasting anyones family heritage, thank you very much. Get a new add bourbon company. For my sake at least.

Today in Meijer I was doing a little grocery shopping. Did that thing where you seem to go up and down each aisle with the same damn people. Today, I was with a mom and her four kids. We followed each other up and down each aisle, and then to the office supply section. I could not shake this bitch. I was perusing, and I watched as one of her kids took a couple nice pens and asked her mom if she could get them for school. The kid was about eight, and a dumb bitch as far as I could tell. The mom tells her kid, "If you feel that you would be inclined to use them, then you may." Who the fuck says 'inclined'??? Especially to an eight year old. "Why yes mother dearest, I will be much inclined to use these fine ball point ink pens in the classroom after the new year." Shut the fuck up. It goes like this:

"Mom, can I get these pens?"
"No, shut the hell up."

There it is. That's all you gotta say. None of this "If you feel inclined..." bullshit. I can see why the kid looks like a dumb bitch now. I can tell you one thing, that kid is getting the shit kicked out of them in school by someone. No doubt about it.

I feel the more I write, the nastier and meaner I've become. I appologize, but not really. To be honest with you, it was nice to vent in a blog. Haven't done it in awhile. Although everything I've talked about today is trivial and will not be remembered by me or you in a matter of hours, I'm glad I wrote about it. Because now I have posted exactly 50 blog entries. Congratulations to me. The big 5-0. Raise your glasses high, and toast to me, and the Mikey D Blogdiggity!

Alright folks, I'm out this bizzzzzatch. Peace my niggggggggggggas! Holllllllllllllllllllllllllllla!!!!

~Mikey D

"You don't know me, and you don't even care...oh yeah...she said, you don't know me, and you don't wear my chains...oh yeah...she said I'm think I'm going to Boston, I think I'll start a new life, I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name, I'll get out of California..."

The Winds of Change

2005-12-12T09:47:00.000-08:00

I'm a jealous guy. I've just recently been able to accept this. I think I've been in denial about this my entire life, but in trying to figure myself out, realized that is part of who I am. It's a feeling/emotion that can be very negative at times. Jealously can lead to many problems in a relationship, like fighing, becoming controlling, break-ups, etc. Thankfully, I haven't let my jealous nature consume my current relationship like that. My jealousy is spawned from being so insecure with myself that I become jealous of everything and everyone around me.

Last blog I talked about not drinking that much, and how I didn't feel like a typical twenty-two year old kid. I felt a certain bit of jealousy towards those kids who go to the bars on weekends and drink it up. From that jealousy I make judgements about myself. I go on a rampage of self-bashing, where I ultimately feel like a loser for not participating in the whole bar/party thing that much. Am I a loser? Fuck no. If anything, I should be proud of myself. I am not doing something I'm not particularly fond of because everyone else is. I'm putting my money towards better things. I choose to focus on my relationship with my girlfriend and friends rather than mingle with strangers at a smokey bar. I'm not a drunken idiot every weekend. I have integrity (Shut up Kevin =)). I should commend myself for this. Except I don't, and there's my problem. I let a simple feeling of jealousy lead to depression and self-doubt.

Sometimes I worry what my jealous nature will ultimately cost me. The thing with jealousy though is that it's just a feeling. Guess who controls your feelings? You. We are all in control of our feelings. I'm at a restaurant last week with my girlfriend, and our waitor is a good looking young lad. I'm immediately jealous. I wish I was that attractive... This only leads to negative self-talk, and insecurities with my relationship with my girlfriend. She will leave me for someone more attractive... Is this really true? Of course not. How do I know? Because I know my girlfriend. She's in love with me. She's not just with me because of how I look, she's with me because I am the man who gives her what she needs and wants. There's no reason to become jealous, except that I do. The thing is, I have the power to control the feeling of jealousy. I can control the aspect of feeling jealous about other guys. I can control the feeling of jealousy that leads to me becoming insecure and negative about myself. It's not other guys that make me jealous...it's myself. It's not other guys that give me a worthless feeling, it's myself.

So how does one control a feeling and emotion? Not easily. The way a person feels and responds emotionally is part of ones make-up. It's part of who they are. For someone to change who they are by themselves is a very difficult thing. It takes work. Well I plan on changing this jealous aspect of me. I believe it will do wonders for me. It will allow me to feel more comfortable with myself and help me grow in relationships with others. Now, a common thing that I go through that upsets me and makes me a jealous guy is when my girlfriend gets hit on. Fellas out there, perhaps you have this same problem. Is it natural to get a little riled up when another man hits on your woman? Sure. To be expected actually. I mean, you obviously care about you girlfriend, and don't want anyone to steal her away. But there's a point where you cross the line from caring to jealousy. For some, you become jealous to the point of becoming controlling. You get pissed about who she hangs out with, and when and where she hangs out with them. That's bad. For me, I get jealous, and hurt myself with negative self-talk that in turn outwardly effects my relationship. So what to do?

Let's break it down...Well for me, there are five stages to a relationship:
1) Acquaintance
2) Sharing
3) Dating/Goal Setting
4) Trust
5) Intamacy (emotinal and physical)

Okay, so maybe there are more or less stages, so this is open for interpretation. These are my five stages though. In the first stage you are meeting someone. You are seeing what they look like, what they sound like, what they smell like, and you are, sometimes subconsiously, deciding if you want to open yourself up to this person. It's during this stage that you meet new people, and well, become acquainted. It's also during this stage where those other guys hit on your girl =). The other guy has decided he likes what he sees, and is now sending out a signal to the girl that he's interested...in short, acquainting himself with the hopes of moving towards stage two (or in the case of many college students and bar stars, straight towards the physical part of stage 5).

Stage two is the stage where you get to know the other person. You find out about another person's interests. You allow yourself to get to know your newly acquainted companion. After sharing, the relationship moves towards the dating/goal setting stage. You are going out with this person to see if you want something more, perhaps the next two levels of the relationship. It's in this stage you are determining what you want from the relationship. After this third stage comes the fourth, and the trust. If you decide you want to be with a person, you become more committed, and you begin to put your trust and faith in them. Once you trust the person you're with, you move onto the fifth stage, where you become intimate with the person. You share yourself more deeply than you did in the second stage. You experience a physical and emotional intimacy with the person. You develop love for the person. Now are there more stages after this? Perhaps. These are the five that I've come up with so far though.

So what happens the next time a guy hits on your girlfriend? Is it something to get worked up over? Become jealous about? No. The guy who is hitting on your girlfriend is in stage one. He's trying to become acquainted with her. You are in stage five. Stage five! You're a five and he's a one! Sidenote- Anyone ever see the episode of Friend's where Ross goes to the tanner and becomes an "eight"? And he yells, "I'm an eight! I'm an eight!" That's just what that last statement reminded me of...anyway, five is better than one. Your girlfriend has already invested her time, emotion, trust, and intimacy in you...and not Mr. Stage 1. Fuck him. Tell yourself over and over you are a goddamn fucking five. Looking at it this way you will see that there's no reason for the jealousy, the insecurity, or the anger. It's unfounded. It's a step towards changing yourself. You can control the way you feel, you just have to look deep into why you feel the way you do, and figure out what the trigger is that is making you feel the way you do...You're a five, he's a one...

I am a very foolish boyfriend sometimes. I know I am very kick-ass in the romance department. I can wine and dine my girl better than anyone ever could. Sometimes though I can be rather moronic. I feel really terrible about the times when I would get moody or quiet around her because I was too busy being jealous and insecure. There were times when I take my anger/frustrations/moodiness/feelings out on her when she did not deserve them in the least. I refuse to let myself ruin this relationship with jealousy or any other type of negative feeling. I have the power to change. And I will.

All of this talk has really made me appreciate what I do have. I think of everything my girlfriend has done for me...She's done everything I could ever want in a girlfriend. She's opened herself up completely and given me the keys to her heart. She's been supportive throughout my career struggles, and has always been there with a shoulder to lean on. She's made me feel loved in a way I could only dream about. In short, she's been perfect. Perfect for me. I talked a lot about past relationships today with someone, and in talking about those realized what I have now is more special than anything I've ever had. Sweetheart, I love you so much, and once again I'm sorry if there were times I was anything short of the man you fell in love with.

Okay, that's it on this...sorry if this wasn't a terribly interesting blog, just a bunch of thoughts I wanted to get out. I'm off to Sylvan now, to teach some kiddos. Yay. Joy. Yippee. La-di-fuckin'-da. Toad Licking. Tornado blow jobs. Aiight, I'm out bitches. HOLLLLLLLLA!

~Mikey D

Cell Block-Head

2005-12-06T07:39:00.000-08:00

You know what's a shitty feeling? Dropping your cell phone. Coming home from work last week I was skipping down the steps that lead to the front of my appartment building (yes, literallly skipping...I was in a good mood, fuck off). Well my skips must have been too jovial, because my cellular phone bounced out of my coat pocket, and began to fall to the ground. It would have been bad enough if it just hit the ground, but nope, I accidently kicked the fucker right in its' mid-air fall. I stopped skipping like a fag to watch my precious electronic baby do it's own skipping across the snowy and hard sidewalk. Uggggh. How depressing. Not only did I drop the phone, I kicked it. Well, after picking up my phone up out of a slush puddle next to the sidewalk, I was fortunate to found out that it was still in working order. The bad part is that it has scratches and little knick marks all over it. I hate that. I now have a constant reminder of when I dropped my phone. I also have that constant reminder of how I was skipping like a complete moron down my steps. It's a doubly bad feeling. I know everyone drops their cell phone on accident (or throws it in anger...I won't name any names though...CORI...), but still, it's a very shitty feeling. I know this is a silly thing to be writing about, but I am seriously bummed out everytime I look at my phone now. It's kind of like that bad high school yearbook photo that everytime when you flip back in your yearbook and look at it, you just go, "How could I let that happen?" Yep, kinda like that, except not really. =)

I was quite bored this past week, and to entertain myself, I did something I hadn't done in over a year- sports betting. Yes, yes, I know, I know. "Mike, that's really bad, you could become addicted...blah blah blahdy fucking blah..." Yeah, you could become addicted if you invest all your money in it and do it over and over again. Except I'm not like that, sooooo yeah, go have a glass of shut the hell up. It's kind of like fantasy football for me; it makes the games more fun and intriguing to watch. And like Kevin said, it's like paying for a round of golf, and it's entertainment. Good comparison; makes sense. Anyway, I put a whopping twenty dollars on a four-team parlay this weekend. There are many different bet types, ranging from straight wagers to parlays to progressive parlays. Once picking your bet type, you can bet on different sub-categories, from point spreads, to over-unders, to just picking winners. I don't know if this is a sad thing or not, but I've become quite familiar with the ins and outs of sports betting. Anyway, this past weekend I did the four-team parlay bet on just straight winners. This means in order for me to get my money, the four teams I picked had to win. I picked relatively safe bets, in the Patriots and Chargers, and a couple riskier bets (but still solid) in the Buccaneers and Redskins. At the end of the night on Sunday, I got back my twenty and made a quick fifty bucks. Not too shabby. Downside? I told the girlfriend about the sports betting...oops. Now it's off to dinner with the little lady and my newly made fifty bucks. So...to sum up this little paragraph...go bet on sports (it's fun!), but don't tell your girlfriend (secrets are good, right?). Hmmmm...something in the back of my mind is saying there's something wrong with that last statement. Eh, fuck it.

Holiday Updates. Well, Thanksgiving was a success. I went to my girlfriend's mom's side of the family for Thanksgiving dinner in the afternoon. It was the first time I met any of her family. Hmmm, how to describe the experience? Interesting is a good word. I honestly and truly liked her mom's side of the family (they are all very nice), but there are some characters over there. There was a very very very religious and spiritual cousin I met. Oye. Now the little lady warned me about her, and now I totally understand what she meant by "she's fucking crazy". Not only was she quite the patronizing type, but she was also one of those bubbly, constantly smiling, everything is so perfect, happy types. Kind of made me want to punch her just to see her cry. Anyway, I didn't even get into religion with her (I wanted to, much to the chagrin of my girl) just to fuck around with her. There were some boy cousins there that were my age, but they weren't that social with me. Or maybe I wasn't that social with them. One of the two. Anyway, I wanted to watch the Lion's game, like a normal boy would. They chose to play the Magic card game. Maybe that game is quite fun and addicting, I don't know because I've never played (nor do I have the desire to), but the Lion's were on. It is Thanksgiving and the Lion's are on! Hellllllo!?!? Sigh, there are some things I'll never understand I guess. But overall I really liked being there. I know my little lady gets embarrassed by her family sometimes, but I love it. It's the quirkiness, silliness, weird cousins, and such that makes every family different and fun. It was a lot of fun just being around it all. Oh! And as a I left, I gave her mom a hug...it just happened...and I'm still not sure why I did. It just felt like the right thing to do I suppose. Anyway, good stuff. Now it's on to Christmas. I'm very excited for that. The Christmas shopping is almost done, and I've already put up a tree and lights in the old appartment. Very exciting indeed. More holiday updates forthcoming, I'm sure.

So I know I'm a different kind of guy. I've come to terms with that for the most part. I just don't understand why I am the way I am sometimes though. For example, why don't I drink or go to the bar that much? That's what kids my age do. They go to the bar and drink, and have a good time. Yet I have no desire to go really. I watched "How I Met Your Mother" last night, and that got me thinking. Those characters on that show go to the bar all the time. That's their hangout. My friend Andy loves going to the bar and drinking. My brother loves going to the clubs and drinking. Why don't I? Sometimes I feel like I'm missing out I guess. Like that is something I should be doing because it's part of my youth. But then the other half of me says there are a thousand other things you would much rather be doing than going out to a bar. Like taking my girlfriend out to dinner with money I won from sports betting, or watching a movie, or even playing video games. Is that sad? Why does it even bother me or even matter? Maybe I just feel like a boring person sometimes, or I just have this constant need to want to fit in or be accepted. Perhaps both. I don't know. It's just sometimes I don't feel much like a twenty-two year old man sometimes, and I can't decide if that's good or bad. Bleah, I'm done rambling about this.

The misses and I are doing goooooooood. I went over to her house to help her family decorate her Christmas tree. It was also the first time I ever saw "White Christmas" (I liked it). I can't even remember the last time I decorated a Christmas tree. It was at least 5 years ago. For the most part I kind of stayed out of the way of the decorating (I didn't want to interfere with their family stuff), but it was really nice just being a part of it all. I really did feel part of their family...and I liked it a lot. I might have wanted to cry a couple of times (out of happiness, of course), but I was able to control myself (thank god). Sitting with her family with the Christmas tree all decorated, with my baby resting on my shoulder, and watching "White Christmas"...I really couldn't have asked for much more then. I love that my little misses always wants to include me in her family functions. It makes me feel like she really really really wants me a part of her life. And I'm more than happy to be a part, because I love her so much. She's all I could have asked for this Christmas, and so much more. I'm excited for Christmas, because I got her a really sweet present, and we have a nice evening planned already. It's gonna be a good holiday; I can feel it =). Love you baby.

Okay, I'm gonna go have some lunch and get ready for work. I'll hollllla at you bitches later. Peace my niggggggggggas!

~Mikey D

Charlotte: I just don't know what I'm supposed to be.
Bob: You'll figure that out. The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.

Hot Blogdiggity Blog!

2005-11-22T14:22:00.000-08:00

This is perhaps the most homosexual title to a blog I've ever come up with. So why use this title when I know it is extremely gay? Well, one, I've already typed it, sooooo yeah, set in stone people. Two, "Hot Blogdiggity Blog" is similar to the often used expression that is hardly used, "Hot Diggity Dog". It's a play on words you see, therefore it is somewhat funny. What I mean by "somewhat funny" is that it is not funny at all (unless you're me), but you do have to admire the creativity and overall ballsiness (pronounced balls-eeeeee-ness) to use such a gay ass title for a blog. Most people would be a little self-conscious about using such a title for their blog. They might say things to themselves like, "Nobody will ever stop and read my blog with a title like this." Or, "Jesus, this title sounds like it came from a retard who rubs pine cones along his asshole opening because he likes the way it feels." Well folks, not me. No sir. Speculate all you want about the pine cones (it was just one time, okay, leave me alone...), but let it be known that the Mikey D Blogdiggity, however stupid it is, will not be afraid to post blog titles that have "flamer" written all over them. There's a motto I've had for awhile that I've just made up (sounds like a contradiction, but it isn't, although it is), and it goes a little something like this: "Tis better to act and sound gay than be gay". Amen. I love pussy. Meeeeeeeeeeeeeow!!!

Lets start off with a little sports rant. The Detroit Lion's announced they have filed a grievance against MSU alum Charles Rogers to try and get back the 10 million dollar signing bonus they gave him back when he was a rookie. Interesting. The Lion's felt that the former wide receiver-converted pot head, after violating his second drug test and being suspended 4 games, should not receive the bonus. I agree completely, except the Lion's should also ask for three years of pay and the number 3 pick they used on Rogers back as well. Rogers has been a disappointment for three years now, underperforming on the field, and misrepresenting the Lions and the NFL off. He's more fragile than my grandmother's fine china (well, if my grandma had fine china, he'd be more fragile...you get it though). I think the part that surprises me is that the Lion's are filing the grievance now during the season, with Rogers (for once) healthy. How would you feel if the team you were playing for was trying to get 10 million back from you? Would you want to go out and play your hardest? Now Rogers is saying the right things, saying it hasn't affected his game, saying ""If it was on my mind, I wouldn't be able to perform." Like it fucking matters! On or off your mind, you can't "perform"!!! Time to return the fancy cars, sell the big mansion, and try to pawn off a few of your treasured bongs my ex-favorite Spartan. Soon you'll be out 10 million, and also out of a job in Detroit. And good riddance you fucking fool.

I was doing the dishes the other day, and I made a few observations about our kitchen. One, the floor has not been washed...ever. We moved in a year and a half ago, and our kitchen floor has not seen a broom, a drop of soap, a rag- nothing. Folks, that's not good. There are few stains and spots on it, and I wondered how long they had been there. I also wondered how many times I walked over them without socks or shoes (answer: probably too many). I also looked under the edges of our cabinets and found lots of dust bunnies, old macarroni noodles, my raisin from my Raisin Bran I lost the other day, and an assortment of other goodies. I thought to myself, "We should probably clean this up". I then proceeded to walk away and turned on my video game. As I sat throwing touchdowns with animated men, it hit me around the second quarter that I, yes I, could have very easily taken a towel and cleaned up the floor a bit. I promised myself that after the game, I would go clean the floor for the first time in over a year. Three games later, I finally got up and headed to the kitchen. I looked at the floor again. Yep, still gross...and yep, still don't really want to clean it...but I should- unless I can justify it to myself that I shouldn't!!! Hmmm..."You know, a broom would really be helpful for this cleaning job. Too bad we don't have one..." "You know, boys are supposed to be messy and unclean...at least we do the dishes... " "I really have to pee right now, I should probably leave the kitchen and go to the bathroom..." After many legitimate reasons not to clean the floor, I ended up not cleaning the floor. I did decide to go pee though, and I believe that was a wise decision, otherwise I'd have had messy pants. Now it's a few days later, and I choose to ignore the floor altogether. I'm pretending it doesn't exist. Well, I know it exists, I'm just choosing to ignore its pressence. So far so good, I haven't thought about cleaning it once! =).....On a side note: Adam, this is why I need a cat or some sort of mammal to keep me company during my days...I am pretending our kitchen floor isn't there, and part of me is saying, "that's just not right". =)

I went to a car repair place yesterday to get my tires checked. Apparently I needed some new ones according to my lovely mother. I disagreed respectfully, saying I still had all four and they still covered my wheels. Agree to disagree I suppose. So I left bright and early yesterday to get them looked at. I entered the lobby of this place and approached the front desk. Eerily quiet. Nobody at the front desk. Nobody in the back office. Nobody outside. Nobody in the shop. Huh. All the lights were on inside. I looked at the store hours, and yup, and they said they opened at 7:30 am. Well it was 8:30 am, and because I'm sweet at telling time, I knew that that was past 7:30. I walked a little bit back towards the shop area, hoping I would find a mechanic, or perhaps some service. I was greeted, however, by an assortment of colorful signs, which can be summed up with a "if you come back into this shop, dear customer, we do have the right to shoot you in the face until you die." Because I liked living, I walked back to the lobby. Stupid auto mechanics...I looked around the desk. There were some auto magazines, a computer, a muffler, some keys- typical auto stuff. Then I found the bell. It was one of those bells that you ring for service. I dinged it. Its sweet chime echoed throughout the place, yet I received no service. Stupid service bell. I tell ya, if I've said it once, I've said it only once, service bells are nothing but a thing of the past. Anyway, I milled around a little bit more and found a man that was constructed out of auto parts in the waiting area. This man amused me. I began shaking it's auto-hand and giving it cool high fives that people give each other when they are "tight" with each other. Then the phone rang. And out of nowhere three auto guys appeared. What?!?! Where the hell did they come from? I looked for tiny cracks in the wall and thought about the possibility that they were ghosts, but couldn't come up with any sane conclusions for their sudden appearances. Ridiculous. So here I am holding hands with the auto man as the three mechanics decide on who should answer the phone. I thought about how stupid they looked because they all were discussing who should get the phone instead of just answering it, when I realized I was holding a the hand of an auto-man.....Well finally I got some help, and a guy went and looked at my tires. He agreed with my mom and said I needed new ones. Shocking. So tomorrow I get to go back and get new tires. Hopefully with a little better service though. At least I get to sit in the waiting room with the auto-man, he was a pretty cool guy, at least for the limited amount of time I got to spend with him. =)

Well the misses and I are doing quite well. Thanksgiving is upon us, and her mom's side of the family has invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner =). So not only do I get a lovely dinner with my family at night, but I get one with her's during the day. Twice the food, twice the deliciousness. Score! More importantly though, I get to spend time with her and her family. I'm pretty sure I've said it more than once, but I feels really good to be invited to stuff like that because I really want to be a part of her life. We've been dating now for a little over four months, and it's still all so nice. Even after our trip together and spending all that time together I can't get enough of her. Yup, I'm definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, deeply in love with this woman. I'm really excited to spend this holiday season with her. It should be really nice. Something to look forward to, that's for sure. I love you baby. =)

Well, it's time for me to head into work. Get to close to night with the newbie Griffin. Everytime I say his name it reminds me of the Family Guy espisode where Peter goes to rehab with Brian, and tells the lady his name is Pea-tear Grypon (Peter Griffin). I always sound it out in my head like Peter does. Good times. Insane good times, but good times. Anyway bitches, I'm out, I'll hollllllllllla!!!

~Mikey D

[riding a circus elephant] Peter Griffin: "Look Lois, the two symbols of the Republican Party: an elephant, and a big fat white guy who is threatened by change!"

Coming Full Circle

2005-11-14T12:57:00.000-08:00

Well folks, I'm back! Got in last night from my little itty bitty vacation to Maryland. It was unbelievably nice to get away. I really needed a break from everything, and most importantly a fucking day off. I literally have worked every single day since from the middle of September through the middle of Novemeber. Talk about sucking big donkey nuts...actually don't talk about that, that's gross...Anyway, I got to take the little lady with me, and that only made the trip better. Having her by my side the entire time was wonderful- she literally made my days complete. Hopefully we'll get some pictures developed shortly, and I'll be able to put a few up on this old blog of mine. Here's a little recap of our trip...for those of you who care...which is probably only me...sooooo I guess this recap is for me...hopefully someday I'll reread this blog, because if I don't, everything I type from here on will be completely pointless.....(note to self: read blog to make life not pointless!!!)......okay, onward ho!

So Wednesday we left around 10 in the morning for Maryland. I picked up my little misses and we were off. Truth be told I expected her to fall asleep for about 599 miles of our 600 mile car ride. The only mile she'd be awake for I thought would be spent adjusting her seat into the reclining position while pulling out a blanket and pillow for her long sleep. Boy was I wrong. She stayed awake for practically the entire trip. I have to give her props. I know she was tired, but I really appreciated her staying up to keep me company. 600 miles is a long way to travel, and it sucks driving it in silence. She made the time go by quicker, and that was nice...So when we finally got into Maryland it was around 9 at night. My dad's apartment smelled of cat, which wasn't something I particularly cared for. In fact, I cared for it not. Despite the cat smell we settled in nicely, unloading our shit and making a makeshift bed on the floor of our soft blankets (as opposed to the hard blankets we have) and pillows. It was a nice little bed...at least for the first night.

Thursday we spent the day together in Baltimore. It was nice waking up with my arms wrapped around my baby. I got to make her breakfast, which consisted of scrambled eggs and bacon. Apparently I can make pretty damn good scrambled eggs. I'm not surprised in the least, afterall, I am the shit. And I don't mean it in a poopy way, but rather the good way. Anyway, after breakfast we headed downtown to Baltimore. The first thing we did was take a tour of Camden Yards, where my beloved Baltimore Orioles play. It was like walking into heaven. I love that place so much. We got to go into luxury boxes, into the pressbox, and down into the dugout. I think we got some good pictures there. Sitting in the Oriole's dugout...it was such an awesome feeling, I literally got goosebumps. The only downfall was our tour guide had rabies. He was literally foaming at the mouth as he talked. My lady was scared, and I'll admitt it, I was too. Nobody wants to be bitten by a tour guide with rabies. It's just not healthy. Luckily, after the tour, one of the Oriole execs found out our guide had rabies and put him to sleep. Wphew, what a relief...After the O's stadium, we went to Edgar Allen Poe's grave. Talk about cool as fuck. I'm not big on gravesites and cemetaries and such, but this was neat. The tiny cemetary is smack dab in the middle of downtown Baltimore, and there were so many cool looking grave sites. I might have been a little creeped out, but it was still neat walking through it. After that we went down by the inner harbor. There we walked along the harbor and had lunch at an overpriced burger joint. Damn expensive burgers...grrrr...And after we went to the National Aquarium. This was another place I really wanted to go. I hadn't been since I was a little baby Mikey, so it was neat going back. All the exhibits were pretty cool. I got embarrassed as all hell though at the dolphin show. After the show was all done, and we were getting up to leave, I accidently bumped into my misses. She, sarcastically but in a serious tone, yelled at me to stop hitting her. Oye, the look I got from the guy in the front row made me sink into...I don't know, but it made me sink into something. Yeah, what do you say to smooth that one over? I thought of nothing...Anyway, after that we head home. We got some pizza at my favorite pizza place, New York J&P, and just relaxed for the rest of the evening. It was nice =).

Friday we spent in Washington D.C. with my brother Colin. If I could plan this trip again, I would have have done D.C. on Saturday. Our feet were so sore from all the walking we did in Baltimore the previous day, and they felt like they were going to fall off after walking all over D.C. We met up with my brother at his dorm, and he took us to see some of the sites around D.C. We got visited and got pictures at the Lincoln Memorial, the Washington Monument, and the World War II Memorial. I like seeing that sort of stuff, so it was really neat for me. It was lady's first time to D.C., so I think she enjoyed it too. After that, we went and took the metro to this four story mall in D.C. We shopped around a bit, and the misses found a couple of things she liked. I got to rest my feet, as the blisters were killing me (too much info?). After we headed to Georgetown, and shopped a little more and had dinner at Clydes. It was a nice cozy sit down restaurant that was once again, in my opinion, overpriced. What do you expect though, it was the city. After dinner we were going to drink a little and head to the club, but we were sooooo tired that we decided against it. Instead we headed home and went to bed early. My baby wasn't feeling too good, so I gave her medicine and we went to bed a little early.

Saturday was our chill day. We were exhausted, and we got up late, made breakfast, watched a couple of movies, and went out to dinner with my dad at night. It was nice just to relax and not feel like we had to go do anything or see anything. Our bed, however, was becoming not the most comfortable of places. In fact, our backs and necks were quite sore to say the least. I suppose that's what we get for sleeping on the floor three straight nights. Duh. Anyway, it was nice to lounge around and rest up today.

Sunday was our drive back day. Oye, another 600 mile journey. Luckily traffic was good, and my girlfriend's bladder held up pretty well, so we didn't have to stop too often. We left around 9:30 in the morning, and got home a little after seven. I wish I could say it was nice to be home, but I'm not exactly excited to be. I'm not really excited to get back into the old routine. I was really upset last night after dropping the little lady off at her home. As soon as I got into my car I cried. It's been awhile since I've just cried, so in a way it felt real good (yeah, in a messed up way I suppose =)). What did I come home to? What is it here that is keeping me around? When I got home I was greeted by my two best friends. A half hour later I got a call from my mom to see if I got in alright. A half hour earlier I got a kiss goodnight from my love. Then I realized that that's what keeps me here. I know I still haven't found the right direction for my life yet, but at least I have my family, my best friends, and my girlfriend by my side. That's a lot to be thankful for. Sigh, I'm sure soon I'll figure out what it is that will get me out of this "career" rut. I'm sure I'll blog about it shortly too.

Anyway, I'm home. To Maryland and back. Full Circle. It was a good time, and I enjoyed the time off greatly...and it's nice to be home again =).

~Mikey D

"What's that sign say? Foo Area? That doesn't make- oh wait, it's FOG area..." (too easy buster, too easy)

My 75 Things...

2005-10-25T13:17:00.000-07:00

Well hello again. Yes, it's been awhile. Like a whole week or something. Been kinda busy lately, so I appologize. But, I have been working on this blog for quite awhile now. I consider myself a thinker. I am always thinking about why things are the way they are, how I am the way I am, and what makes me go. For the past week I've been writing a list of 75 things about me. These are things that you may not have known about me, or care to know about me =). It was just interesting to write them all out and reread them, and just look at the kind of person I've become. I don't know, I tried it, and here it is...my 75 things...

MY 75 THINGS
1) I am my own worst enemy. I fight with myself every single day, and it keeps me from being truly happy.
2) Watching people smoke makes me glad I'm not addicted. Watching loved ones smoke makes me depressed and hurt.
3) I cannot pee in a urinal if someone is standing directly next to me. I have a constant fear that person is watching me.
4) I have danced like no one was watching...only to find out that someone was.
5) Drugs have hurt me and I've never used them.
6) I hate men that have great hair.
7) I treat women the way I want to be treated...with love.
8) I have wondered what sex with a man would be like...and then decided to never try it.
9) I sometimes get the urge to kick certain dogs until they are in great pain. (Not Sugar or Moe, don't worry =))
10)I enjoy working at the coffee shoppe more than I do teaching.
11)A girl's period does not gross me out.
12)I would rather have my back tickled than receive a blowjob.
13)I think about my Grandpa every single day, and miss him.
14)I read/listen to the news about foreign affairs, but deep down...I don't care.
15)I am captivated by photos of crime scenes, war crimes, and death.
16)I hate guns.
17)I cry when dads hug their sons.
18)Driving at night in the dark is one of my favorite things to do because it is so peaceful.
19)I have wished upon a star and had that wish come true.
20)I put others before myself more often than not.
21)I prefer a cloudy sky over a sunny one.
22)I think love is the greatest thing one can feel/have/experience in a lifetime.
23)I trust very few.
24)I stopped trying in school after the third grade.
25)If I could do it all over again, I would.
26)I'm scared of the person I become when I am angry.
27)Without sports, life would suck.
28)I had my first sexual fantasy when I was four years old.
29)I want nothing more than a kiss in the morning, and a kiss goodnight.
30)Violence against children tears me up inside.
31)People who wear sunglasses indoors suck.
32)People who purposely buy jeans with holes in them suck even more.
33)My dad is a crook.
34)My dad is also my idol.
35)I sometimes wish I "fit-in".
36)I don't like women that flaunt. Show some class. Make me earn you.
37)I read love quotes in my spare time.
38)I believe that I can do anything I want to if I set my heart to it. Anything.
39)Holding my girlfriend in my arms at the end of the night is usually the happiest moment of my day.
40)Saying goodbye to her at the end of the night is also the saddest part.
41)I used to pee in the shower when I was younger because I was too lazy to get out and use the toilet.
42)I have walked out on a job...four times.
43)If you want to be my friend, you have to show me something real. Show me passion, emotion, and feeling.
44)I don't understand racism. How can one person hate another purely on the color of skin?
45)I like being touched. Anywhere and everywhere.
46)I am not scared of death. I'm scared of how I am going to die.
47)I wish my voice wasn't so quiet.
48)My hair color has changed naturally three times throughout my life. From black to blonde, to the dirty blonde/brown hair I have now.
49)I have shaved my balls before.
50)I think becoming a dad will be the most rewarding/happiest experience of my life.
51)I have a journal that can be found...and another journal that cannot, with my innermost thoughts that no one will ever be able to read.
52)I sleep with a stuffed bear and lion, and I hold them tightly every night.
53)I prefer boxer briefs above all other underwears.
54)I used to love watching porn. Now it bores me.
55)I believe an idiot is in the eye of the beholder.
56)I look at the world today, and I wonder, despite all of the technological advances, is the world a better place to live in?
57)I do not take criticism well, even if it's constructive.
58)From country to pop to rap to rock...I've had many "favorite" types of music in my life, but I've really found my niche with the emo/punk genre.
59)I like to lie to others to amuse myself.
60)I hate being lied to.
61)I can be intimidated very easily.
62)My girlfriend has taught me how to stand up for myself and to speak my mind.
63)Opinionated people are the best people to fuck with.
64)I hate the idea of someone not liking me.
65)I am body conscious, and I'm not fat.
66)I wish I wasn't so lazy sometimes.
67)I like watching people and how they act and interact with others.
68)I love getting lost in my baby's eyes.
69)Many people are surprised to hear me swear because I'm a "teacher", and a rather quiet guy...but I love to swear. All the fucking time.
70)I like making others laugh.
71)I laugh to myself everytime someone uses the word "tilted" in a sentance.
72)I have friends I want to keep for my entire life...and friends I don't.
73)I will eventually figure out myself.
74)I am, and always will be, a romantic.
75)I wonder...

So Halloween is coming up folks. Got your costume? I found mine just today. I really wanted to be a giant parrot, but that costume was running close to seventy bucks. Plus the little lady didn't want to be seen with a giant bird all night. It was a pretty sweet costume though. There were a couple other ones I saw that I really liked. Buzz Lightyear was cool. A giant Easter bunny costume. A turkey. Then I thought about making my own. Sherrif Woody from Toy Story. Or Officer Dangle from Reno 911. But, in my searching I came across a costume that seemed to fit me just right. So for Halloween I'm going to be a giant Donald Duck. Yup, going to be a bird afterall (sorry honey). I laughed at the picture of the costume, and knew it was right for me. I just like Donald's big duck butt. That sounded not only gay, but dirty as well...Uh, anyway, I think I'll have fun being that for Halloween. Going to a Halloween party on Friday with the misses, and that should be fun. I think Simeon from work is coming too, and him and I just get along so well. Not so sure about Halloween day though, maybe trick or treating, a haunted house, the bars....who knows. Still have to work that day- as always.

Things with the lady are goooood. I bought her this very cute white sweater with green top the other week, and she wore them for the first time yesterday. Now I've never bought a girl any sort of clothing item before, so this was kind of a big deal to me. That fact that she wore them was a nice gesture, but the fact that she liked them was nice too. Then, when we went costume shopping (which involved 2 hours shopping for shoes for her costume, and 10 minutes shopping for my entire costume...go figure...still love you though baby =)), a lady in one of the stores complemented her on her shirt, right in front of me! I was so happy =). I did good. So apparently I can shop for girl's clothes, and have good taste. I am so not a man, and it's not even funny....

It's been a little over three months now with the misses, and nothing ever gets old with her. It's a really good feeling. I always love being with her. She puts up a lot with me. She deals with my moodiness, my insecurities, and my stupid sense of humor. She takes it all in stride, and for some reason or another, loves me still the same. She knows how to handle me; how to cheer me up when I'm sad, how to snap me out of a bad mood, and how to reassure me that everything is allllllll good. I like that. Check that, I love that. She is such a wonderful girlfriend, and I don't think I could ever do enough or tell her enough to truly show her how much I love her. I feel so happy with her, and I'm glad I'm in love with her and she's a part of my life. =)

Going to be a busy week from here on out, so I don't know if I'll get a chance to blog again till next week. We'll see. Hopefully I'll get a chance to blog more though real soon. I'll hollllllla at you cats later. Peace my niggggas!

~Mikey D

"I need you more than want you, and I want you for all time..."

2005-10-19T15:41:00.000-07:00

"You wanna know how deeply my soul goes? Deeper than bone...deeper than bone..."

Turkey...Turkey...Turkey!

2005-10-10T12:35:00.000-07:00

Just put my frozen turkey meal in the oven, and I asked myself, "What can I do for an hour while my turkey cooks?" Clean? Nah, that requires work. Watch TV? Nah, then I'd have to bend down to pick up the remote, and that requires effort. Hmmmm...what lazy ass thing could I do to kill an hour that requires little to no effort or movement? If I was a woman, it'd be sex (haha, yes that's right, I said it, little to no movement on your part....BURN! Oh snap, oh snap!). But since I am not a woman, but rather a manly man, I decided it'd be a good time to blog. Yeah, that's the ticket. Little effort or work, perfect for a lazy bitch such as myself. Plus blogging is manly, right? Real men blog. At least that's what I'm telling myself. Over and over. And over again...sigh...

This part of my blog is my entertainment review. This past weekend I saw the movie "Waiting". My girlfriend gave the movie a big thumbs down, while I gave it a more respectable thumbs middle. If you like toilet humor (ooo ooo I do!), and if you like swearing (fuck yeah I do!), then this is your kind of movie. Also, if you've ever worked in a restaurant or the food industry period, you will probably find parts of this movie rather enjoyable. Ryan Reynolds (from Van Wilder fame, and also from Two Guys, A Girl, and a Pizza Place) is the main man in this flick. I love this guy. Not literally of course, but as an actor. He's my kind of comedic actor. He's cool. He's a smartass. He's fucking funny delivering his lines. He's one smoooooooth operator. But back to the movie...the toilet humor gets very old at times...there is a running "penis game" joke throughout the movie, that I, as a guy, and a fan of toilet humor, found repetitive, stupid, and just kinda gross. Yeah, it was semi-funny the first time they brought it up in the movie, but to continue with it all movie...it sucked. It's like telling the same joke over and over again. It makes it not funny. Ya know what I mean? Anyway, this may be the kind of movie that you can't rely on what other people say about it. You just have to go see it and make the judgements for yourself. Brittany from work thought it was absolutely hillarious, so go figure. A thumbs down, middle, and up. Somebody break the tie!

Last night I took my little sister and her friend to see Rufus Wainwright down at the Michigan Theater in Ann Arbor. For those of you who don't know, Rufus is a singer/songwriter who plays the piano and acoustic guitar. I gave his show a thumbs middle. Nothing to write home about, nothing to hate about it either. He does have a good voice, but most of his songs sound the same to me. My favorite parts of the show was when he stopped singing. That sounds mean, but yeah, true. Rufus is about as gay as you can get. Tight pants. Tight shirt. Green bandana tied around his neck for god knows what reason. High voice. The little gay lisp. This guy was not only funny to laugh at because he looked silly, but he was fucking hillarious! In between songs he had the audience in stitches with his little quips. Funny man that Rufus. Horrible name though. Rufus. Sounds like a name that should be in drug awareness videos. Rufus does Roofies. Rufus does Reefer. A whole little video series could be made starring Rufus. But eh, I digress...There was also some side-entertainment going on a row in front of us. Two forty year old couples came late to the show totally shit-faced, and were talking the entire time. Yeah, that's annoying as fuck...but I liked the drama that ensued. Countless people got up and told the couples to politely "Shut the fuck up". I observed and noted that telling people to politely "Shut the fuck up," does not have a very positive reaction as one would hope. In fact, it only made things worse. Huh, imagine that. Not only did they continue to talk incessantly, but they tried to get the people around them even more riled up. Mission accomplished when both couples started to make out right there during the concert. I laughed at this, and actually found it quite arousing when the two females started to make-out together, but for some odd reason the rest of the crowd found this quite rude and offensive. I would have thought, being in Ann Arbor and all, the liberal crowd would let the couples enjoy the show in the manner they pleased. But alas, that was not the case. A verbal war erupted after the show, but I chose not to stick around for that. Like my little sister needs to see that shit. Instead I chose to beat the traffic. So yeah, that was kind of interesting. Yes, very rude and not needed, but a little funny at the same time. I think we are all intrigued by a little human drama. Anyway, thumbs middle to good ole Rufus. I should have gave him my brother's number...

I was reading Adam's blog the other day, and talking with the little lady last night, and I would now like to rant about guys and gals. Young guys and gals in particular. There are the accepted stereotypes that girls are sluts if they sleep with lots of guys, and boys are studs if they can get with lots of girls. This bothers me a great deal. The story that compells me to write this little paragraph is one about one of my girlfriend's friends who is apparently considered a "hoe". A guy friend was bragging how his friend could do whatever he wanted to my gals friend (following?), and that he could get her whenever he wanted. This is just the example story I'm using, I've heard countless similar stories, so this isn't just an isolated incident/story. Why do guys brag about this? I know the stereotype, but I don't think I could ever go around bragging to people about hooking up with the "easy" girl. Does this not make sense to anybody else? Seriously. What is there to even brag about? You got your nuts off. Yeah, so did 290374923 other guys with the same girl. I just find it quite odd how a guy can call a girl a slut and a whore, all these negative things, and all the while be proud and boastful that he got with her and was able to stick his tiny ass dick in her. Seems silly, yeah? I guess my message to all of "those" guys out there is that it's not cool. It's not cool to sleep with as many women as you can. It's not cool to degrade them, even if they are whores, because yeah, you slept with them you fucking prick. It's not cool to brag about it...Simeon and I discussed this awhile ago at work, after a coworker told us a story about he "fucked some hoe" all night and did all these dirty things to her. After my coworker finished his story, Simeon said, "You know, after hearing that, it makes me so happy to have my girlfriend. We love each other, and that is so much better than that (what my coworker just described). He's just one of those guys that doesn't get it. I love my girlfriend enough to not treat her like that." Well put Simeon. I couldn't agree with you more. Hearing those kinds of stories makes me happy to have a love in my life as well. I love being in love, something those guys know nothing about or understand. Giving your heart to someone is an undescribable feeling and joy that is love, while fucking the "hoe" is described all too much. Come on guys, grow up a little bit and try to actually have a relationship with a little substance. Still don't know why this bothers me so much, but it does, just one of those things. A double standard I dislike.

The misses. Yes, I still love her =). She spent the night for the first time this past Saturday night. It was real nice. Having her next to me all night felt so right. She was so cute all snuggled up in my blankets. We had the heat on in our apartment that night, and it was a little warm in my room, so I went to go turn off the heat. When I came back, my baby had already fallen asleep (and yes, you were snoring...not loudly though =)). It felt good to have my arms around her all night, and to have her nuzzled up against me. The only bad part was that I had to open in the morning, so I had to leave her quite early. Boooooooooooooooo. It does, however, make me excited to go to Maryland with her. Four straight nights of her snuggling with me. Yes sir. Why am I such a snuggler? Maybe I wasn't held enough when I was a child. Eh, whatever. Tonight her mom is making us dinner. I might have requested this meal. Meatloaf. Fuck yeah. So I get meatloaf and my baby tonight. Perfect combo. Not sure which is better.....hehe, just kidding. It's meatloaf...hehe, just kidding again. But seriously, it's meatloaf. But I almost love you as much as meatloaf baby!........I love you sweetheart =).

Congrats to the Beaner's crew this past Saturday for setting not one, but two, hourly records. Busiest day ever. Everyone who worked that day is truly the shit. So yay for working our asses off! Wooooo! And boo for my hands turning a permanent espresso brown. It seriously looks like I wipe my ass with my hands each and every time I go take a shit. Ewwww that's gross Mike, don't talk like that. I'm picturing you saying that Cori! =)

Alrighty folks, the oven timer is beeping, so that means it's time for my own personal Thanksgiving feast. Yes, a feast that will consist of two pieces of white bread smothered with frozen turkey and gravy. I'm sure it will be a delicious feast fit for a struggling 22 year-old male living on his own. Mmmmmm...Well bitches, I'm out this mother fucker. I'll holllllllllllllllla!

~Mikey D

"I promise to never fall in love,
with a stranger,
you're all I'm thinking of,
I praise the lord above,
For sending me love,
I cherish ever hug,
I really love you..."

Facial Hair is Sweet

2005-10-04T13:24:00.000-07:00

Let the facial hair contest begin! Adam, Kevin, and I are in a "not-shaving" contest. The winner of the contest is the one who can go the longest without shaving. Unfortunately for me, I've already gone a week and a half without shaving. Kevin and Adam both shaved Friday and Saturday I do believe. I have a funny feeling we're going to look like cavemen before this contest is over. You know, beards down to our ankles. We're all really really competitive, which isn't good sometimes. Last night Kevin and I were reliving some of our more stupid competitive games we played back in the day (stupid is an understatement...like a big understatement...like the biggest understatement ever). I think the one that takes the cake is our head-bashing game. Kevin was trying to get pumped up for a soccer game one evening, and hit his head alongside the wood frame of his bunk bed to get the blood flowing (seems kinda silly, I know, but it does get the blood flowing and it does make you feel a little like a bad ass, at least for a few seconds). I don't really know what was going through my head at the time (not that anybody really does, but that's besides the point), but I got up and bashed my head against my bunk bed's wood frame even harder. Kevin in turn bashed his head twice against his bed. I then bashed mine three times against mine. We then took turns one-upping eaching other. It got to the point where we were bashing our head 9-10 times (and hard too) on the sides of our bed. I don't remember who won the contest (prolly Kev), and it honestly it doesn't matter too much because we both came out losers if you ask me. We both started bleeding from the forehead and had bruises the next day. Yeah...so when I say we're super competitive, I'm not bullshitting. Even stupid shit, like a not-shaving contest...well it's balls to the wall. Can a not-shaving contest even be balls to the wall???...hmmm something to ponder I suppose. You know what the best part of this contest is? It's a man's contest. This is the type of contest only men can do. Makes me feel a little manly. And I'm glad we're doing it now instead of a couple years ago when I only could grow peach fuzz. That would have made the contest not so fun, and actually kinda depressing. Well yay for facial hair! Anyway, best of luck to ya roomies!

What a terrible weekend for football. Not only did Michigan State lose to their biggest rival in Michigan, but the Lions lost yet another heartbreaker, this time to the Bucs. You know, I still feel Michigan State was the better team this past Saturday. That was a game we should have won. If anything, I think we over prepared. Coaches have a tendancy in big games to pull out all the stops. They want to win so bad they'll flip to the back of their playbooks and dust off all those old trick plays. Hence the halfback toss from the Michigan 25 that was intercepted. Why run that play? I know hindsight is 20-20, but seriously, we were driving so well with Stanton and company. As far as trick plays go in general, I think those are for teams that sometimes need that extra boost on the offensive side of the football. We do not need to resort to trickery. Our offense is so good, and if run right, practically unstoppable. When you have an offense that good, you do not need stupid halfback tosses. I cringed when I saw it, and I'm cringing right now at the thought. Also, the halfback toss at the Michigan 3 on third and goal to Ringer? Huh? Once again, I think that's John L. thinking too much. Yeah, it was unexpected, and I know he was thinking we'd catch them off guard. The thing is Michigan's D is pretty quick, and adjusted accordingly. By accordingly I mean stuffed Ringer with 3 players. There were many times in that game I thought we stopped playing our usual MSU football. It was disappointing to say the least. I thought U of M played as well as they could of, and to only lose by 3 I suppose is a good thing. Ah well, always next year, right State fans? On the plus side, we're still ranked ahead of those Wolverines =).

Lately I've been trying to tackle a problem I've been having with myself. It's a problem of insecurity. I've been trying to understand why I am insecure with myself and with my relationships with others, and it's been very difficult. I always have a fear for the worst, and worry about trivial things that really don't need to be worried about. I've been trying to read up on the definition of insecurity, what it means to be insecure, and how to make yourself feel more "secure". It's not an easy task. Many places I've looked say to take risks and put yourself in vulnerable situations where you might get hurt, and to open yourself up to others and allow yourself to be vulnerable. I'm not sure why this is a good thing really, and how it helps you become not-so-insecure. If something were to happen in that vulnerable situation negatively, that would make you more insecure, right? Although if something happened positively...well that might really help. I'm not sure. I tried talking to my mom about it because she's very insecure as well. We both have this inadequate feeling. It's completely unfounded, we know, but yet it's in our head. I'm really thinking about talking to someone professionaly about it. I feel like if I don't really get over this constant insecure feeling it will hurt my relationships with people. Hehe, is that an insecure thought? Ahh, shoot. I just want to be comfortable with everything and everyone in my life, and not be scared for the worst so much. I know a lot of it stems from my past where I've been hurt, but life goes on, right? Stupid insecurity......

The misses. I met more of her dad's side of the family the other day. I really like her family- both sides. Half the time I think she thinks I'm just saying that to be nice, but I really honestly do. She doesn't understand that I don't get many "family" moments anymore with my family, and that it's so flattering and nice to be invited to hers. This past weekend was her grandmother's birthday. We went out to eat with her grandma, her uncles and aunts, and her cousins- so a lot of people. They're all so laid-back and genuinely good people. I really bonded with her Uncle Pat. He's doing some film editing right now with his family vacation video. He was showing me his new video editing program (Kev, it's pretty damn nice, and real easy to use...programs have come along way since Dazzle my friend), and we talked for a half-hour about the program features and editing in general. And I got along with her little cousins too. They both gave me a hug goodnight at the end of the night. Maybe they do that to everyone, but it really meant a lot to me. I felt like I belonged. It was soooo nice. Whenever I'm with my baby and we're with her family, I feel so unbelievably close to her. It's hard to explain, but everything feels good and right. That's all that really matters anyway. I love her so much. I can never get enough of her. I always want to be with her, and when I'm not, I'm always think about her. She's really taken ahold of me. =)

Okay, I'm going to go get ready for work and such. I know this wasn't a long or interesting blog, but I plan on writing again real soon. Promise promise promise. Take care kiddos, I'll holllllllllllllllllllla!

~Mikey D

"But I don't care,
I'd be happy,
If you'd share,
Your web with meeeeeeeeee...
Come on, Come on,
and say so
come on, come on,
and sayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
I lost you....I lost you...."

Fall Showers

2005-09-28T11:52:00.000-07:00

I just took the most awesome shower ever. Sounds kinda valley...like for sure! Anyway, the fall season is renown for pumpkins, piles of leaves, and the latest and hottest back to school fashions at the nation's coolest retail outlets. But for me, fall brings about the best showers of the year. April showers and May flowers my ass. Fall is where it's at. Now I am a shower man. Always have been (well for half my life), and always will be (unless I start to like baths, then I won't be). If you said, "Hey Mike, I hate you, go live in a shower," I'd be like, "Fine, I will," and then I'd go do it, and love every minute of it. I am infamous for my forty-five minute, water-wasting showers. Just something peaceful about the shower. Anyway, the fall is the best time for a shower. You wake up in the morning, and the air is cool and crisp- but not too cold though. Just enough cold to make you go, "brrr, it's a little bit nippy in here, but not enough nippy where my nipples get all hard and shit." Yup, that's what I say at least. So you're feeling a little bit chilled, and then you head to the bathroom, flip on the hot water, and prepare yourself for the best moment of your day (sad that it's so early in the morning, but such is life). Then you step in the shower, and it's pure ecstasy. When that hot, streaming water hits your face and runs through your hair...it's an undescribable feeling that I will describe. It's like sex with a beautiful woman...while on top of unbelievably fluffy and soft white clouds...where the orgasm you have is neverending...and all the while little not-creepy elves are rubbing your feet...and God is standing off to the side saying, "Damn, that's a big dick you've got there"...I don't know how else to describe the feeling other than that. Purely amazing. So, my shower this morning was kinda like that. Kinda makes me excited for tomorrow. Gee willikers, I can't wait to wake up tomorrow! Anybody else enjoy their shower this morning as much me? No? Well you suck then =).

Let's discuss music today children. For the first part of class today, I'd like you to open your texts to chapter 8, entitled "Bands and Songs You Have To Listen To Because I Said So". I'm gonna have you read this on your own, and then your assignment tonight is to download these songs and enjoy them in all their entirety...

This Day and Age- "Long Walk Home"
Waking Ashland- "I Am For You"
LoveDRUG- "Spiders"
The Spill Canvas- "Staplegunned"
Anberlin- "Day Late Friend"
Mashlin- "The Shore"
Rookie of the Year- "Consider This Summer"
Daphne Loves Derby- "Here's One For The Four Years We Had"
Motion City Soundtrack- "Everything is Alright"
Slow Coming Day- "Captivated"
Jimmy Eat World- "The World You Love"

I'm a big fan of 'This Day and Age'...All of their shit is real good. I could recommend a few more songs if you'd like. 'Waking Ashland' has some good stuff too. And if you like a slower, guitar driven, mello, singer/songwriter feel, go with 'Mashlin'. All good stuff though. Download it all!

I would like to rant a little bit now about rap. Maybe it's not my place, because yes, I am the emo/punk/alternative fan. Still, I like to think I'm open to other types of music, and yes, I do listen to rap occasionaly. I feel like I know most of my rap artists and the such. My girlfriend loves rap, so I get exposed to quite a bit anyhow. But lately...and by lately I mean the past year...rap has sucked nuts. I can barely make it through a song anymore. If Eminem comes out with one more poppy/kiddy/carnival rap beat where he rips on celebs and rappers again, I swear I'm going to throw up. The song "Just Lose It"...what the hell was that shit? I like Eminem, I think he has a lot of ability, and it just makes me shake my head that he's coming out with mostly crap. What happened to some of his good shit, like "Forgot About Dre", or "Guilty Conscious"?.....Then we have the gangsta rap. Didn't that go away for a bit, you know, after the whole TuPac/Biggie thing? Ah, I guess not. The whole G-Unit crew. I like The Game, I think he's got a nice sound, but everyone of his songs is about the same shit. Hey, you grew up in a tough neighborhood. Nice to know. Whoa, you like to fuck. Sweet, so do I. You hang with Fifty Cent? Don't care. Well, make a whole album about those three things, and it gets downright boring- even if the beats are decent. I'm tired of hearing all these "crews" talking about how tough they are. For street cred? You guys live in mansions and drive pimped out cars...you aren't street anymore! I know it's important to remember where you came from, and to relate to the people that are going to buy you album, but these guys have a real chance to make a difference in their old neighborhoods, and they are wasting it. Just look at the Source awards. Rappers shooting other rappers. Come on! You know, after TuPac and Biggie died, I thought rap was going to change for the better, but it's back to where it was, and it's a shame.....Continuing on, then there's the lyrics of these songs. The songs out right now are probably the filthiest songs I've ever heard. Pretty explicit. Now I'm no Christian boy, and I don't find it offensive, but it just lacks creativity to say, "let me work that clit" or "get your pussy wet" over and over in a song...I'm just turned off by that, no matter how good the beat. A lot of people rip on I.C.P., but you know, at least they were creative. Yeah, their beats are pretty bad at times, and sure, they've put out some terrible songs. But they try to be different and creative. I like that. Which brings me to the good part of rap today. This is where I give my props. I love what Common brings to the table. It's refreshing, it's something different. Whatever Dre puts out, it's gold. He is a pioneer and continues to revolutinize the industry. Truly the best. Kanye West is hit and miss, but once again, he's trying different things and coming out lyrically and musically with some good stuff. Lloyd and Akon, keep up the good work, love your shit. Missy Elliot, love the beats. I'm not the biggest fan of hers, but I respect the work.....Okay, that's my rant/thoughts on rap. Wphew, that took quite awhile, but I'm done. Thanks for listening kiddos =)!

Last blog I talked about a possible trip to Maryland with the misses. Well, it's a go! Hip-hip hooray! The misses and I decided that it would be best if I asked her mom if it'd be okay for her to go. Yeah, sweet idea. So the other night I had to wait for the perfect opportunity to make my move and ask the mom if I could take her daughter away from her for a weekend. So, after missing my first three perfect opportunities, I seized the fourth (you know how I do). My lady had to "take a phone call," and her step-dad was in the bathroom, which left her mom and me in the living room. I decided to butter up by helping her with her kindergarten art project, and by rubbing her tense shoulders. Kidding about the shoulder rubbing, but it crossed my mind, for a second at least. Then I thought that was kind of wrong...Anyway, then I just flat out asked her. Sure, straight to the point. I couldn't think of a better way, at least not then I couldn't. She was a little reluctant at first. I could see it on her face. Enter "Mike the Convincer". I assured her my dad would be around keeping a close eye on us kids (yeah right, like he gives a shit what we do...lying to the mom, nicely done Convincer). I assured her I was a good driver, and that I've made the trip plenty of times. I offered to give her my dad's number so she could talk to him. Etc, etc....and bingo! Worked like a charm- my charm. Honestly, I was a little surprised by her answer, but happy nonetheless. So November 9 through the 13th my baby and I get our getaway weekend =). And I think I showed her how big my balls really are by asking her mom. Yes, looks can be deceiving my dear =). Yes, I just said that my balls look small. Yes, I still have no shame =).

My girl is very excited for this trip, almost as much as me. It's fun to see how excited she is. She's been looking up stuff we can do in Baltimore on the internet and everything. What a cutie. The trip is still a month and a half away, which is the bad part. Something to look forward to for sure though. She asked me what a 'turnpike' was the other day. I laughed a little inside, and outside. I've driven on the turnpike 3092749023 times, but I realized that this is her first time =). A turnpike virgin. That's funny. Can I say I'm going to devirginize her on the turnpike? Ooo that sounds naughty. Oh behave Michael...Anyway, although the turnpike isn't all that exciting, we'll still get to see a few things, like the tunnel in Pennsylvania (my favorite part of the turnpike), and the big giant windmills, and the grass fields in Ohio. The grass fields aren't all that exciting, but every once and awhile there will be a hill or a random cow that'll get your blood pumping. And there's tons of rest stops on the turnpike. This will give her ample opportunities to unload her weak bladder while I dominate the skill crane games that each rest stop possesses. So, I will have the chance to feel like a winner every thirty miles, while also feeling like a good boyfriend by winning my honey a new stuffed toy and letting her pee. Now that's a double rewards program right there. Okay, I'm done talking about the trip...for now...still very excited though =).

Made my way back into volume 3 of the quotebook last night. It is such an honor to be quoted in the quotebook. Apparently I am very honorable, because I've said a lot of shit that has made it's way into that book...So I was talking with Kev last night, about Sylvan, and how I enjoy teaching the high schoolers...

"You know Kev, I really like that age group, that high school age group.....well I'm pretty sure that's quite obvious by now." (Lots and lots of laughter ensues)

Maybe you had to be there (like always, with any of Kevin, Adam, or my jokes/convos) but it was pretty damn funny. Got a good chuckle, and a new quotebook entry.

Random Thought: I just thought of something I regret in my life. I just thought of it as I looked at my bed. One of my biggest regrets is freshman year buying a black pillow case for my pillow (as opposed for something other than my pillow). I drool when I sleep (it's unfortunate, I know), and that my friends, does not look so good in the morning on a black pillow case. That is a regret I have in my life.

Alright, I've made this blog long enough. Gonna eat some lunch now. God I hate having so much free time in the mornings. I work a 40+ hour week, and it's mostly after 3 p.m...sucks some times. Anyway, take care folks, I'll try to blog again soon. Hollllllllllla!!!!!!!!

~Mikey D

"They say a tie is like kissing your sister. I guess that is better than kissing your brother."
~Lou Holtz

To Do or Not To Do

2005-09-26T14:11:00.000-07:00

Guess who's back...back again...so tell a friend...well how the fuck is everyone? I was going to write yesterday, but I got sidetracked with work, football, football, football, video games, and...oh yeah, football. Is there a better day than Sunday? The correct answer is 'no'. I will also accept 'fuck no'. Although the Lions didn't play yesterday, it was still nice watching all the football. Actually, it was probably better the Lions didn't play. If they were anything like they were against the Bears, they probably would have ruined my day. My Sunday. My beloved Sunday...Okay, I digress, onward with the talk of football and the such!

Michigan State. Holy shit. Um, anybody need some offense? We certainly have plenty to spare. Last year we were number one in the Big Ten offensively. So what happens when you bring back practically the entire offense? Well, you not only dominate offensively in the Big Ten again, you dominate college football statistically in practically every offensive category. Very nice. We've pushed ourselves to number 11 in one poll, and number 12 in another. I thought this was a little high, but I'm starting to see the justification in it a little (besides the undefeated record). We beat Notre Dame in South Bend. It was a close game, and our D was shaky. But after Notre Dame just obliterated Washington (and with wins over Pitt and Michigan on the road), I saw what a quality team State beat. Then we marched into Illinois (who played the top-20 Cal Bears tough the previous week) and took them out and maliciously raped, beat, and murdered them in front of all of their screaming fans. The D was better. The offense was better (gasp). Until we run across a team that can slow us down a little bit (and by a little, I mean hold us below forty points once), then I will start to criticize our ranking. For now though, 11th or 12th seems just about right. Sparty on. Go Green! Go White!

I lost to my dad in fantasy football this week. For shame...

Okay, done with football. Promise. Let's move on to...sex. Yes, sex. A friend this weekend asked me when was the "right" time to have sex. He's a very religious guy, and holds very strong to the belief that you should wait until marriage before having sex. The thing is he has met a very nice lady that has captured his heart. She is also very conservative like him, but she has told him that she wants him to be her first. He's very much in love with her, and I can tell that he would like to, but his conscious, beliefs, and heart are getting confused and torn. Should he, or shouldn't he? I told him that if he was that mixed up to just wait. There's really no hurry. If his lady loved him like he loves her, she would respect his decision to wait. It was interesting, our whole conversation.....I really started to think about how the right time is different for so many people. I always thought that if you were in love with someone, then it's the right time. Others disagree. Some agree. Others think that sex is no big deal...fuck whomever and whoever you like. Life is short, enjoy it, right? I could never wrap my head around that thought though. Yeah, sex is fun, but I think that kind of mentality hurts you down the road. Finding a significant other (possible marriage partner) and having the sex be meaningful, I think, would be harder to do. I'm talking about these people that have different partners every week. I don't know, I know some people would disagree. Again, some would agree. Then there are those who believe in saving themselves for marriage. I just really started to think how differently people's perceptions of things can be. Sometimes I can be too narrow minded and think that how I view things is how everyone does or should. But what makes sense in my head does not necessarily make sense in others. Are you still following me? Is this making sense? Haha, sometimes I suck at getting out what I'm trying to say. Kevin, I know you can attest to this. You too Cori. Anyway, I guess I want to try to be a little more open to how others think and what others believe and not try to judge or criticize them so quickly if they don't agree with my thinking. It's a little thing that I'd like to work on I suppose. A personal flaw if you will. Weird how I got to thinking about all that from my friend asking me if he should make love to his girlfriend...=)

Speaking of girlfriends, my little lady and I are doing quite well. Had a lovely day together on Saturday in which I wined and dined her. I think she enjoyed it. We hadn't really been "out" in awhile, so it was really nice to just be alone with her and spend some real quality time together. I love to eat out, and we hadn't been out to eat at a nice restaurant in awhile, so it was just nice sitting with her and talking with her over dinner. Oh, my new favorite things are those cheddar chesse biscuits from Red Lobster. Who knew those little treasures were hidden there? And if you knew, you are a fucker for not telling me.....Anyway, the misses and I will hopefully going to go on a little trip in November to my old stomping ground in Maryland. Although we don't know if we can really work it out logistically quite yet, the thought excites me. There's a lot to do down there, and I'm excited to show her everything. Plus there's the quality alone time we'd get. We're both pretty busy with school and work and the such that it'll be nice to get away for a little bit. I like the thought of spending a car ride together with her on my arm. I like the thought of sleeping cuddled up next to her, my arms all around her holding her tight. I like the thought of waking up and making her breakfast. Ahhh I love her so much. We'll see how it all works out I suppose. It'd definetly be nice. =)

I need to get ready to teach. Dammit time! I never have enough time to write anymore. Fuck fuck fuck. I will try to write again tomorrow or the next day. Alright folks, I'm out. Peace my niggggggggggas! Hollllllllllllllllla!

~Mikey D

"Tonight I sent an angel to watch over you, but it came back. When I asked why, it told me that angels don't watch over other angels."

And The Survey Says

2005-09-20T10:36:00.000-07:00

Ahhh starting to feel a little bit like fall out there. Not going to complain one bit. Football, baseball playoffs, Thanksgiving...it's all sooooo good. Speaking of baseball, I saw "Fever Pitch" the other day (thumbs middle), and I started to think (yes, again) about sports and women. Do men, on a whole, put sports before women? Hmmmm. I know sometimes when I'm watching a game with my little lady, I sometimes have a tendancy to not hear every word coming out of her mouth (if she's speaking at all, I don't really know because I'm not listening). I hate to admitt it, but it's true. Sports are captivating to us men...and me (sigh). I think Jimmy Fallon takes it a bit far in "Fever Pitch," because no man would really think about giving up season tickets behind the home team's dugout for a girl. C'mon now. Up until that point the movie was totally realistic. Ahhh just kidding. I would and do put love before sports, but I just wonder how important sports are to the average male. What the hell would men do without sports? Jesus christ, there's a scary thought. Jesus agrees. I'd probably have to pick up other time consuming hobbies, like knitting baby booties, or maybe something less gay, like hunting turkeys. I don't know, I don't really like killing turkeys, which makes me glad that sports are around. Okay, I'm babbling now, I'll stop =).

Cori put one of these little "questionnaires" on her blog, and I love filling these sorts of things out, so I stole it off hers. You just put a couple words for each little thing. So here's mine =):

I am not: trusting
I hurt: easily and often
I love: with all my heart
I hate: liars (not little white liars, the big-time liars)
I fear: being alone
I hope: to be successful
I crave: happiness
I regret: nothing
I cry: more than a manly man such as myself should
I care: for what I love
I always: have music playing
I long to: have direction
I feel: loved
I listen: to my heart
I hide: what I don't want you to see
I drive: quite well I think
I sing: "Achy Breaky Heart" by Billy Ray Cyrus, and "My Heart Will Go On" by Celine Dion
I dance: like a fucking chicken having a spaz attack
I write: blogs, love stories, and notes
I play: NHL HITZ like it's my job
I miss: My dad and brother =(
I search: for meaning in my life
I learn: when something interests me
I know: more than you ;)
I say: things like, "Does this car look tilted to you," and "I said he LOOKS dead!"...haha, I know only Kevin will get that =)
I succeed: when I try
I fail: at keeping my car clean and opening those small trash bags at work
I dream: a lot
I sleep: better with my baby
I wonder: who the fuck came up with the idea for Snuffalufagus on Sesame Street
I want: hugs and kisses
I worry: way too much for no good reason
I have: tried and failed, and then tried again
I give: all of my love and sometimes presents on Christmas
I fight: with myself more than others
I wait: impatiently
I am: a romantic
I think: all women should love me and just want to lick the sexiness off my chiseled body
I can’t help the fact that: I get too emotional sometimes

If I were a color: Red
If I were an emotion: Love
If I were a state of mind: Sane
If I were a sound: Cori's baby voice
If I were a book: you would reread me and laugh and cry (at the same time) both times
If I were a song: it'd definetly be an emo or punk song

LAST TIME I:
cried: Friday
bought something: Today
gotten sick: Saturday (a little headache action...that counts, right?)
eaten: Lastnight (Chinese)
been kissed: Lastnight (mmmm tasted like Chinese too)
felt stupid: Lastnight (I hate you Kevin)
had a serious talk: Friday
missed someone: Right now
hugged someone: Lastnight

RANDOM:
what type of automobile do you drive: Fuckus
would you rather be with friends or on a date: Hmmm...depends on the mood...a little of both?
do you attend church: no
do you like being around people: for the most part
have you ever liked someone you had no chance with?: more times than I can count, but I still tried anyway =)
have you ever cried over the opposite sex: ugggh god yes
have you ever lied to your best friend: yes
ever wanted to get revenge on someone because they hurt you: no
rather have a relationship or a “hookup”: RELATIONSHIP
want someone you don’t have right now: no
ever liked your best girl friend: yes, my baby right now
do you want to get married: yes
do you want kids: yessssssss sir
what is your favorite part of your physical appearance: I like my eyes, and the hair on my chest
are you happy with your life: with some aspects, yes, others, no
if you could change one thing, what would it be?: I wish I would worry less and feel more secure with myself and others

DO YOU…
have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: yes, girlfriend
read the newspaper?: when I get my hands on it (read the news online, does that count?)
have any gay, bisexual or lesbian friends?: all three =)
believe in miracles? yes
believe its possible to remain faithful forever? YES
believe in God? yes
have any secrets? no
have any piercings? nope
have any tattoos? yeah, on the roof of my mouth
have a best friend? yes
have any bad habits? of course
care about looks? sometimes
trust others easily? no

Fun stuff. Had to think for a few moments on some of those. Kind of makes you think about yourself for a little bit.

So this past week I went 10-1 in my fantasy football leagues. Not too shabby. Not perfect though. Kevin and I had a little discussion about fantasy football last night. Is fantasy football a game of luck? You certainly don't have control over the players' actions on the field, so you would think that it would be. Still, I'm in the top 3 in 10 out of my 11 leagues. I have differet players on each one of my teams. Is that just being real lucky? I don't know. I think part of the fantasy game is knowing which guys have the best chance to succeed. Looking and analyzing match-ups to maximize your chances of winning. In the end, it's up the players to perform, but I think the winner of a fantasy game is the one who gives himself the extra edge on the opponent. I think I do it pretty well. I know Kevin will argue that, on paper, most weeks his team should lose to his opponent, but sometimes still wins, so it doesn't matter about getting that "extra edge". Eh, 2 out 3 times it does though. I dunno.

My little lady...well we just celebrated our two month anniversary a few days ago. It's been a good two months. It's sometimes surprises me how much she cares. That's not a knock on her in any way, it's just I'm not used to someone caring about me as much as I care about them. It's a nice change. The other day she wrote me a note and in it said, "I don't really understand how well we fit together- we just seem to complete one another." I liked that. It's true too. She has what I don't (and I'm not talking about a vagina, stupid fuck). We're diffent, and I like that, but we click, and I like that even more. She really is the perfect girl for me. I don't know how to put it any other way. I love her so much.

Guster! November 2nd. Michigan Theater. Ann Arbor. Wooooooooooooohooooooooooo! The giddy feeling I have is almost too much for me to handle. Yo me gusta Guster. I haven't seen them in soooo long. They've been locked in their studio the past year pumping out new tunes for us Gusterholics. I serioulsy think the last time we saw them was their live DVD taping. That's way too long; over a year and half. I'm so fucking excited. We're going to hear prolly 4-5 new songs at the show, and I've been trying to think of some of the other ones they'll be playing. Of course the good old stand-bys, like "Demons", "Happier", and "Airport Song". I'd really love "Either Way", "Come Downstairs", or "Parachute"...I'll take one of those three, anything more would be a bonus. Matt Pond PA opens for them, and he's okay, but I know I'm not going to like him November 2nd because he will be the one stopping Guster from going on stage. The quicker his shit gets over with, the quicker I get Guster. Ahhhh way too excited. Way way way too excited =).

I want to write some more, but I've got some shit to take care of. This hasn't been a real interesting blog, so I appologize. Promise next time it'll be better =). I need to blog more often, because I've got a lot of shit in my head that I'd like to write about. Ah well, more ammo for next time. Well take care bitches, I'm out. Holllllllllla my nigggggggggggggas!

~Mikey D

"Voices calling from a yellow road,
To come downstairs,
And say hello,
Don't be shy,
Just say hello."

Grandpa

2005-09-15T01:01:00.000-07:00

Kind of late to be blogging, but ah once again I can't sleep too well. Seems to be a reoccuring thing lately, and I'm not sure why...Anyway, something has been on my mind (as usual) the past couple days, and I just felt like blogging about it for a short bit. Kind of a sad topic, so if you're in a fucking awesome mood, save this blog for later when you're in a not-so-fucking-awesome mood. Okay? Alrighty then...

So the other day the little lady and I were out visiting some friends of ours. On our way home we passed the cemetary in which her grandpa was buried. She wanted to stop, and I was more than willing. We drove through the cemetary and stopped a short ways from her grandpa's grave. We walked up to it together and she showed me his headstone, his picture, and his plaque. It was all so nice. The thing that caught my attention though, was a beautiful glass wind chime that hung beside the grave. It was a very touching moment to me when my misses ran her hands through the chime as she reminisced about her grandpa. After a few moments in silence we walked back to our car together, and then I noticed that she was crying. I gave her a big hug and kissed her forehead.

That moment, those images, those feelings...I can't seem to escape them these past couple days. On the way home, I was quiet, and my girl asked me if I was alright, and that I seemed, well, quiet. I told her that I didn't know if she wanted time to think, time for herself, so I was just giving it to her. She smiled and said no, and squeezed my hand tightly. The thing is, I've never had a chance to pay respects to someone I love. I don't know how to act or what to do in those situations.

My grandpa died almost seven years ago. God, it feels like yesterday. I remember sitting at my kitchen table in our small white house in Saline. I was doing my homework for the next day, and my little brothers and sister were off in other rooms. My mom had just finished cleaning the kitchen and sat down next to me. Without much warning, she told me that my grandpa had died (my father's dad). Being the emotional guy that I am, I bet you thought I just broke down and cried. The complete and utter shock, however, kept me under control for a few moments. My mom told me he died because of his cancer. I knew my grandpa had been sick for quite awhile, but no one in our family saw it coming this quick. I asked when the funeral was, and where. I remember a pained look on my mom's face as she told me that he passed away two weeks ago. The funeral was done and over. I cried like none other.

Divorces can sometimes get a little messy. My parent's divorce was no exception. My dad chose to not tell us about my grandfather's death, a man whom I loved dearly, until after the funeral had passed. My siblings and I were the only ones on my dad's side of the family to not attend. I don't think I will ever find it in my heart to forgive my dad for that. There are some things that transcend personal problems/conflicts. Not being able to say goodbye and pay my proper respects to a man I loved was unfair and hurts me to this day.

These past couple of days I've been thinking about my grandpa a lot. I miss him. He has affected my life in so many ways. I just can't get the images of him out of my head. When he took us swimming at my uncle's. When he walked us down to the park and pushed my little brother and I on the swings. Playing dominoes on Christmas. Wrestling in his living room. The way he loved my grandma...oh god, was that special. After every visit, he used to kiss each one of us grandkids goodbye. He was never one to hide his emotions. I think I get that from him =). My grandma and him would stand in the doorway of their small house waving and blowing us kisses goodbye as we drove off. I really truly honestly miss him, and you know, I just wish I could have said goodbye.

I have never been to my grandfather's grave. It's a shameful feeling to have never been to your own grandfather's grave. I feel embarrassed, ashamed, and disrespectful. But I want to go. I need to go. Today I talked to my grandma and got directions to where my grandfather's grave is located. I plan on going there in the next couple of weeks. I want to ask my little lady to go with me, because I know she understands the feelings and emotions that go along with the whole experience. We'll see. This will be a totally new experience for me, as I've never been to the gravesite of a loved one. Should be kind of interesting, but good.

If grandpas in heaven read blogs, I just want mine to know that I'm sorry. I know I'm not the best grandchild in the world, and I do appologize. I love you so much grandpa, and I miss you more than you know. Rest in peace, we all miss you, especially grandma...

~Mikey D

Carribean Vacation

2005-09-13T11:04:00.000-07:00

Well hi there! Blog neglect? I suppose you could say that. Actually I wrote a huuuuuuuuuge blog on Friday, and when I went to publish it the Blogger server was down...so I lost it all. I know, I'm just making excuses you don't want to hear...I suppose since I'm making excuses I could at least make up a juicier one, yeah? Hmmmm...Okay, for the past week I was actually in the Carribean sipping martinis at a nudist beach full of hot naked supermodels (female, of course) that convieniently kept walking by me with all their hotness. Strangely, I was the only guy on the beach...not that I was complaining, because I got a little extra attention from the ladies, if you know what I mean, wink-wink. Pretty much for seven days I was in a giant orgy. It was fun for the first few days, but then my dick felt like it was going to fall off. I toughed it out though, somehow. Well anyway, that's why I haven't blogged in awhile, but I'm back from my trip, and ready to blog again =).

I've actually begun my seven day work weeks. I've got Beaner's five days a week, and Sylvan the other two days. So far I'm not worn out, so that's good. I've tailored my schedules so that I don't get too tired. At Sylvan I'm only working a few hours a day just to get my feet wet. I still don't know about the whole teaching thing. When I'm actually at the tables with kids, working with them on their studies, I have a real good time. I get wrapped up in what I do, and I really enjoy it. It's everything else that I don't like so much. I hate going to work, I hate preparing for lessons, I hate recording and writing about a student's progress, etc etc. I'm still trying to figure out if it's all worth it though. It's that look on a kid's face when he finally understands a concept that really keeps me in this profession for the time being. Well, after a little more time at good old Sylvan I should have a better feeling, right? Right. That's what I thought too.

Interesting little conversation with my dad yesterday. He told me that I was scared to enter the real world. Hmmmm. Well, those words have been ringing in my ear the past 24 hours quite loudly. It wasn't like he was upset that I "hadn't made something of myself" yet, he was merely stating his opinion. I told him that it wasn't that I was scared, it was that I didn't know how to. How does one enter the real world if they really don't know what they want to do? Or is the reason I don't know what I want to do because I'm scared to know because then I'd have to enter the real world? Haha, I just reread that last sentence, and it sounds quite confusing if you read it kind of fast. Anyway, it was a good personal conversation I had with my dad. I sometimes wonder how much my life would be different if he was around still. I miss talking to him like that. Awwww Mikey loves his dad, how adorable...Ahhhh fuck off ya wankers...unless you want to give me an opinion on that whole scared to enter the real world thing...=)

Ahhhh football season has started. Yo me gusta el futbol americano. That's spanish.....sigh, dumbfucks. Pretty good weekend altogether. A little unhappy with the number of Big Ten teams falling on Saturday, but at least the Spartys won. 2-0 now. National Championship anyone? Anyone? No? Eh, maybe a little victory over the Fighting Irish will put us on the map. Oh, and those Detroit Lions pulled out an opening day victory. Perhaps there's a changing of the guard in the NFC North. We looked like the better team on Sunday, and the Packers looked undisciplined and, well, terrible. Kind of a role reversal from the past couple of Lions-Packers games. We should be 2-0 after next week in my humble opinion. Chicago has a good defense, but are terrible on the offensive side. Our offense should do just enough for us to win that one. 20-10 Lions. Put it down folks, that's the final tally. TD run by K.J., and a pass from Joey to Roy. Joey throws for 215 yds, 1 TD, 1 INT. KJ runs for 115 with a touch. R.W. McQuarters picks off his old team. Dan Wilkinson will break Kyle Orton's leg while sacking him. Jeff Blake will replace Orton and get decapitated by Sean Rogers. Dre Bly and Boss Bailey will play kick-the-can with Blake's head. Chad Hutchinson will step on the field and get run over by the cart carrying Blake's headless and dead body. The Bear's will have no QB's and forfeit the game at the end of the third quarter. Yup, that's what'll happen. I can see it all so clearly in my head.

So the other day I gave a little money to the Red Cross for the hurricane relief. It wasn't a lot of money for most, but for a Beaner's worker, it was kind of sizeable. So I should feel good that I was doing what I could to help the relief effort, right? Well, not so much. I have this thing about giving money away. I'm all too willing to do it (I'm very generous when it comes to people needing money...except for you, I would never lend you money =)), but I guess I would like to know it's being used properly. Like giving a homeless person money. Is he going to go buy food, or spend it on booze or drugs? You just don't know. Now I've heard this Red Cross place is quite reputable, so I shouldn't be that worried that my moola isn't being spent correctly. I just wish I could actually see the money I gave them being spent the way I'd like it to be spent. So instead of feeling good, I worry and wonder. Interesting. I thought about this for awhile, like for ten minutes (that's awhile, right?), and I think I know why I just can't feel good about donating. It alllll goes back to sixth grade. I read an article in the newspaper about a minor league baseball player who lost his wife in a car accident and was forced to raise his two young daughters by himself, while still playing ball. I was touched, and wanted to help, so I took all the money out of my wallet ($20), and wrote this letter to the player, and sent him my savings. I never heard from him. I'll never know the money got to him. I'll never know that even if he did get it he used it to help his family. All I wanted was to hear that he got the money, and perhaps a thank you. Kind of like getting a Christmas gift, and telling the person who gave it to you 'thank you'...that sorta thing. I just wish giving was enough for me, instead of wanting to know where the money is going, and wanting a thank you in return. Or am entitled to that? I dunno...

So, the misses...Yes fellas, this is the paragraph you can skip. So skip away. Haha, remember Skip-It? What a fun little toy. The "Skip-It, Skip-It" jingle just ran through my head...Haha, anyway, I have met the misses entire family now, except for her dad (scariest for last). I really like her family. I'm kind of shy around people when I first meet them, but they all seem real nice and friendly that I'm sure I'll open up quick. I get along with her ten year old brother great. Yesterday we were throwing the football in their backyard and I told him that I might be his tutor this fall. He got so excited and screamed "Yayyyyyyy" in his pre-puberty man voice, so it sounded like a cross between a 5 year old girl and an old basset hound. Yes, I know, don't pick on the ten year old's voice because mine sounds just the same. Well fuck you, picking on ten year old's through a blog makes me feel good. That's right. Anyway, I also met her grandma, uncles, and neices on Saturday, and although I was a little shy, it was real nice being there. I was just happy she invited me to meet them all (it seriously means a lot to me), and honestly I miss the whole family atmosphere. Thanksgiving and Christmas are really the only two days of the year where I get to be with my entire family. It's just nice to be around, ya know? So yeah, I like her family, and I hope they'll like me in time too.

As far as our relationship, everything is going good. After work yesterday she called me an invited me over to dinner. It's little things like that that I love. I like how she takes care of me (food, the key to any man's heart). I also like how we can share each others interests. I enjoy things that she does, like the O.C., and she takes an interest in my stuff, like football. Yesterday she wrote me in an email and said, "Watching the Raven's game with you was perfect..." Uhhhh, exsqueeze me? Those are some magical words right there. I'm not sure which mean more, "I love you" or "Watching footbal with you was perfect". Let the debate begin. Anyway, I was worried that once school started a couple of weeks ago that we wouldn't see each other as much, but that hasn't been the case. I see her quite a bit, and it never gets old. Just like being around her. I love her so much.

Well, I've got tons more to write, but I think I'm going to save that for another blog because this one is long enough. That week in the Carribean really cut into the blog time. Maybe next blog I will share some of the details about some of my hot and steamy sexual encounters. Like the night I made love to two hand models inside a sand castle I forced them to make. Or the day I judged a beauty contest where the winner got to sleep with me...and the losers too (I got to film that shit too). Yeah, that was pretty fucking hot =). Anyway, I'm out this bitch, I'll holllllla at you cats later. Peace my nigggggggggggas!!!!!!!!!!

~Mikey D

"It'll all,
tie me up,
into knots."

Hurricanes Blow

2005-09-02T12:23:00.000-07:00

A lot of Katrina talk around the town lately...So I thought I'd throw my two cents in as well. Katrina, by the way, is a horrible name for a hurricane. It's a horrible name- period. If your name is Katrina, well, I'm sorry for you. Anyway, a lot has been made of the relief effort in New Orleans. I've read and heard a lot of things, and yes, it's very discouraging. Soldiers ordered into New Orleans to regain order, and then suddenly resigning because of the anarchy. People armed, drunk, and looting. Dead bodies floating everywhere. It's almost too much for me. I can read but one story a day, and even that is difficult. I can't watch anything about it on television. Today I read a story about a man who lost his wife. They were on the roof of their house when it split into two, and he held her hand as long as he could, until she told him that he couldn't hold on to her for much longer and, to "'take care of the kids and the grandkids'". Eventually, the physical toll got the best of the man, and he let go of his wife. She is still missing. This man is wandering around just trying to find his wife's body. The love of his life. His heart and soul. It's one thing to lose your house, your belongings, and your savings, but it's another to lose something as precious as your wife. I will always hold true to my statement that love is the most important thing in a person's life. This man lost a part of himself, a part of his heart, and I don't know if he'll ever be the same. It's stuff like that that tears me up inside. I can't imagine losing someone like that in that way.

Bush and the U.S. government has been criticized for their response to Katrina, and perhaps rightfully so. I find it interesting to hear what other countrys have been saying about the U.S. response to Katrina. One french newspaper wrote about New Orleans, saying, "A modern metropolis sinking in water and into anarchy -- it is a really cruel spectacle for a champion of security like Bush...(Al Qaeda leader Osama) bin Laden, nice and dry in his hideaway, must be killing himself laughing." Ouch. With headlines such as "Anarchy in the USA" and "Apocalypse Now," the world is stunned at the U.S.'s response. The premier world power struggling to help themselves. The world is watching America right now and seeing perhaps one of the America's greatest weaknesses- the ability to unite and come together despite political and social divisions in American society. I feel embarrassed to be exposed like this to the world, especially in the aftermath of the tsunamis in Southeast Asia.

One thing I do no like hearing, however, is the bullshit about how we immediately came to the aid of the tsunami victims in Southeast Asia, and how we're not caring or doing shit for our own people. I hear people saying that we shouldn't have done anything for the people in Asia, because they won't do shit for us. I hear people saying that instead of spending our money on them, we should spend it on us instead. I hate this talk. I understand why people are angry, and I do understand where they are coming from. Relief efforts have been terrible in New Orleans. We were not prepared, there's no doubt about it. But please people, don't expect small countries devestated by the tsunami to come to our aid. They aren't world powers; they can't provide aid like we could. And for the love of god, please don't say we shouldn't have helped out the victims of the tsunami. There were hundreds of thousands people dying over there, and to send water, food, and money was the least we could do. Have a heart, please. At the very least, helping the people in Southeast Asia helped America's terrible public image. All that aside, the argument that is still presented is that we are not putting forth the effort in New Orleans that we did with the tsunami victims. I think there are other factors for this. You have to look at the area hit first of all. It's a very poor area, with rural, and not very technologically advanced. There are communication breakdowns. Transportation breakdowns. Trucks filled with food and supplies are stuck outside towns and cities because they have no access. How can people be contacted down there when not only do most of the people not have a cell phone, but don't have a phone period? Folks I know there was probably a better way to handle the past four days. I don't really like criticizing relief efforts quite yet, and I don't like criticizing our involvement in the relief effort in Southeast Asia. I would much rather like to criticize our readiness for something like Katrina. After the tsunamis perhaps our government should have been better prepared for an event like Katrina. I would much rather hear people discuss that instead of talking about how we aren't doing shit, or how we only care about others and not ourselves. The bottom line is that we are scrambling now to do the best we can to save the people down there because we weren't ready. If you don't think we are doing anything to help, I pose these questions: What would you do differently now? What would you do, as a person in Michigan, to help get these people the aid they desperately need? It's tough to answer that because it's a disaster area there now. We weren't ready, and now we're paying the price.

Okay, kinda blogged about that for quite a bit. Let's move on, shall we? We had our fantasy football draft this past week. Eight person league this year. We got Adam, Kevin, Stacey, my dad, Tyler, Cori, Jared, and me. I'm really excited about this league. Eight people means everyone gets to play each other twice, and then the playoffs. Works out real nice. Happy with my team for the most part. The QBs are still my biggest question mark I think. We'll have to see how they turn out once the season starts. In all honesty, I think Stacey and Cori had two of the best drafts out of the eight of us. I love Stacey's team with Culpepper, Dillon, Davis, adn Walker. She did well with her draft. I like Cori's team as well, with Bulger, Delhomme, Lewis, Barber, and T.O. That's a solid line-up. It all starts this Thursday with the Raiders/Patriots. C'mon Randy, catch a lot of those balls from Kerry. Oh, and Tom Brady, and you throw 3927493 interceptions. I'll let you. (I'm playing Jared, and he has Brady...sorry bud, but I have to hate you for this week).

Things with the little lady. Well, since school has started up I won't be seeing her as much, and that is a sad little thought indeed. I'm going to miss the summer when I got to see her all the time. You know what's a comforting feeling though? As much as I miss her, I know she misses me just the same. It's a good feeling having someone that means so much to you, but it's also good to know that you mean just as much to that someone. I don't know if I can explain that very well...Anyway, we hung out yesterday, and it was nice. I made her dinner (my specialty- stuffed shells). I think she liked 'em alright. I thought they were a good batch. It was the first time I really cooked for her, and hopefully she'll let me do it again for her sometime =). Strangely, I think my favorite part of the night was when I drove her home. Wow, that sounds really bad.....but you just had to be there. Driving home, all alone on the road, and she's curled up in the seat next to me resting her head on my arm. I could have driven forever with her like that...or until my gas ran out. One of the two. And there comes the kiss goodnight and the goodbye when I drop her off. It might not seem much to her, or anybody for that matter, but I love it. She gets real close to me and holds me so tight. She nuzzles up against me and tells me she doesn't want to leave me. And she says she's not good with words.....well for the most part she struggles, but that was good =). I honestly could have held her in my arms all night. I take that as a good thing =).

I finally got through season one of the O.C.. Wphew, all 27 episodes. I cried during the last episode because I'm a little pussy bitch. I don't like goodbyes! When Ryan was saying goodbye to EVERYONE, I think I shed a tear with each goodbye. Ridiculous. I feel like I need to go build something or shoot something for crying so much, just so I can feel like a man- even if it's only for a little bit =). Going to build or shoot something would require me to get off my ass though, and I am a lazy fuck, sooooooooooo yeah, guess I'm just going to have to live with being a little pussy bitch =). At least I have a big penis, and that keeps me happy. Harold and Kumar quote right there, in case you were wondering. But seriously, I have a big penis, and it does keep me quite happy. Hence the magnumpenis blog domain name. You folks think I'm just being immature and silly, but there's a reason I have that domain name. One, it's because my penis' nickname is magnum. Second, sometimes I feel like my penis does not get the recognition it deserves. I don't know, it is quite the "large and in charge" fella, and I want people to recognize and respect =).......What the fuck was I talking about? Oh yeah, O.C.! See what happens when I get off talking about my dick. Hahaha, that's funny...get off...my dick...oh my. Anyway, I don't like how the season ended for the most part. I don't like Ryan and Theresa back together just for the sake of the baby. I don't like Seth and Summer apart either. They both love each other, therefore they should be together. Although watching Seth sailing away at the end was quite touching. Kind of brought the season full circle. Made me reflect on my own life a little bit, which I'm sure I'll blog about at a later date. Marissa is still a dumb whore, and I can't believe she is still moving in with Caleb and Julie. Re-fucking-diculous. Sandy is still the shit, thank god. Okay, final character rankings...my top 4 of season one:

1) Sandy- In the top spot for about 21 of the 27 episodes. Seriously, no one comes close to touching this guy at number one.
2) Seth- His sarcasm and wit is a thing of beauty to watch. I still claim that this guy is me. I can relate a lot to him. There were some things that he did this season that weren't so good that bumped him down to the number two slot. But definetly a strong hold on the number two.
3) Summer- Her character sure did change from the beginning to the end of the season. She went from party to girl to girl in love, and I loved that transformation. She really opened up towards the end of the season, and we all got to see her personality, which was great. Her and Seth were great together.
4) Ryan- Much debate about this one. Kirsten or Ryan. I guess I would have liked to see Kirsten stand-up for herself more. She got walked over a lot by Julie and Caleb. So by default, Ryan gets this spot. He was the aggressive fighter of the show, and his scenes always made for a good time. His decision making was questionable (see Marissa and Theresa), which bumped him down on my list. So Ryan nabs the four spot.

My dad is coming this weekend. Very excited to see him again. I haven't seen him in a month and a half, so I'm excited. There's just something about a father-son bond that can't be explained really. Don't get me wrong, I'm very close to my mom, but there's just a certain comfort level I think sons have with their fathers. Kind of hard to explain. Anyway, we're going golfing Saturday, which should be fun. My dad looooooves to golf, so he's pretty decent. I haven't been out on the links too much this year, so I should definetly suck a little more than usual. Hopefully not too bad though. Possibly going to see my grandma on Sunday, we shall see about that. Probably the usual bowling trip on Monday morning before he leaves. I'm sure I'll see him plenty this weekend, which is good. I miss my dad a lot sometimes. I'm going to try to work out a trip to see him this fall. Maybe my misses will be able to come too. A little getaway weekend. We shall see.

Alright, I'll end this blog. A-town just called me, and I get to come into work early! Yeeeeeeeeeeeah! That's the most sarcastic yeeeeeeeeeeeah you will ever get from me folks. 2-close? Fuck that shit. It's because poor Brittany wrecked her car, and hours need to be covered. Just doing my duty I suppose. Being a nice guy. Whatever, still gonna suck. I'm gonna go grab some lunch and get the fuck out of here. Peace out bitches, I'll hollllllllllllllllllllllllllllllla!

~Mikey D

"Watching football is like watching pornography. There's plenty of action, and I can't take my eyes off it, but when it's over, I wonder why the hell I spent an afternoon doing it."
~ Luke Salisbury

Are You Ready For Some Football?

2005-08-29T15:05:00.000-07:00

Good afternoon ladies and gents. Hope all is well with everybody today. Me? Well I have a headache the size of Kentucky. That's 39,732 square miles of headache (Yes, I just looked up the square miles of Kentucky.....and yes, that does officially make me the biggest loser in the entire country =)). Despite that headache, I did have that wonderful feeling I discussed in my last blog of not having to go to school today. Ahhh so nice. You know what's funny though? Today I felt more like a college student than I have in a long time. I looked around our apartment today, and I saw just a crap load of dishes that have overflowed our sink and made their way around our apartment (check our kitchen table, counter space, living room floor, dvd cabinet, rooms, etc. etc.). It's been hard trying to find an empty space for the dirty dishes. Then, for lunch, I had a leftover piece of pizza. Typical college student meal, no? And then, since we had no paper towels, I used one of Kevin's old work shirts that he is throwing away as my napkin. Very ghetto indeed. To drink with my pizza? Beer- since I need to go grocery shopping and my part of the fridge is completely devoid of anything else to drink. So...leftovers, dirty dishes, beer, ghetto napkins- I guess you coutld say that you can take the kid out of the college, but you can't take the college out of the kid....or something like that =).

Football season is almost here! God thank you. Watching football on Sundays is like going to church for me every week- except I don't go to church, so that comparison really doesn't make sense. But football Sunday's are holy. It is something not to be missed. I was trying to think back to my favorite football memories today; as far back as I could remember. What memories stick out in your head? Let's stick with just professional football today. We'll get to college another day. I remember back to the Bills/Giants Super Bowl, when Norwood missed a 49 yard field goal for the Bills that would have won the Super Bowl for them. Great moment; very dramatic. How about the Chargers/Steelers AFC Championship Game in 1994? 4th and Goal from the Charger's three, Steelers need a touchdown, 2 seconds left... and the Charger's bat the ball away in the endzone (possible pass interference?) and head to the Super Bowl. How about a year later, Colts/Steelers, and Jim Harbaughs near 50 yard hail marry to win the game and send the Colts to the Super Bowl? Tom Brady's two minute drive against the Ram's in the Super Bowl? Or how about just some of the recent plays in the last two years that will be etched in your mind forever? Michael Vick's run against the Vikings when he split two defenders en route to the endzone, causing them to run smack into each other. Brett Farve, with a concussion, running out on the field to throw a forty yard bomb to Javon Walker in double coverage for the touchdown. Uhhhhhhh....AMAZING! How about Dante Hall's kickoff return a couple years ago? Probably the best kick return I have ever seen. God I love football. This year should be great. I can't wait to watch those Lions. Tonight I would love for them to find the endzone early and often against the Rams. It's the Rams. Their defense blows my left nut. They should be able to put up some points. Let's see it happen.

One pro-football paragraph, and now one boooooooooo football paragraph. I was listening to sports talk radio today (is there anything else to listen to?), and they were discussing high school football. Wait wait wait. Not Lions football. Not MSU football. Not even Michigan football. But Waverly High School football? Okemos's stud running back? Sexton's team speed? Um, no. Just no. High school sports should not be discussed- period. Articles in the paper I can live with. Give the kids their props. Give them a little regognition, sure. But for the love of god, please don't spend an hour talking about the ins and outs of a Friday night football game, and the kids involved. I've seen my fair share of high school football games, and to be quite honest, they are very difficult to stomach. Yes, you have your few stud players. Yes, there are some very athletic kids on the field. But for the most part the quality of football is....well.....shit! It's horrible! I get enough of watching horrible football with the Lions and MSU, I don't need anymore! The only high school game I ever liked watching was Brighton/Saline, when Drew Henson blanked my alma matter 41-0. He was so impressive rifling passes and throwing bombs that you couldn't help but be amazed. Other than that, it's boring and very difficult to actually make it through an entire game. Does anybody else agree???? Or am I alone in this one...?

Well Adam has created a new blog to help to get his 4 commentors a day for my blog. If you'd like to check out that blog, is is located at http://getadamsomepop.blogspot.com/. Interesting description of me Adam. I do love pop. I love how that made it into the description of me. If I were to ever fill out one of those dating profile things, where they ask you to describe yourself, I will definetly put, "I love pop" in it. Anyway, hope you get some more comments for me buddy. It's only day one. Hopefully you'll get some. Actually, hopefully you won't. I'm out of pop, and 24 cans sounds pretty damn good right now. Root Beer or Cream Soda for me this time buddy. And when you go buy it, just throw it in the fridge when you get it. I want it to be cold and such when I get home. Thanks buddy =).

The misses. Yes, the misses whose identity is a secret "for privacy reasons...or soemthing". Last night we went out to dinner at Old Chicago. I really like that place. They always seem to have something on their menu that sounds really good. And their pizza is fantastic. Love it. The stuffed pizza that is. We sat in the bar area, so my misses got to watch a little bit of the MTV VMA's, while I got to watch ESPN news and baseball- at the same time. Everytime I go there I like to try a new beer. They have a 110 different brews there. My lady picked a country (Germany), so I picked a beer off that list. I chose the one with the coolest name at a reasonable price. Yes, I am a cheap fuck. It was called the "Optimator". Just sounded sweet. Actually, it sounds like a beer that would kick my ass rather than taste good. Optimator. Anyway...I will give it a thumbs middle. It was a dark beer, and rather strong in taste, but not overpowering. Not the biggest dark beer fan, but it was alright. Hence the thumbs middle.......I love taking the little lady out to dinner. She's someone you can actually sit and enjoy a meal with and talk to. I like that. We've been to a lot of restaurants now. I know she doesn't like me paying for her all the time we go out, but it's just something I like to do. The man in me I suppose (See, I'm a little manly =).....well a lot manly if you ask the misses....if you know what I mean.....and I think you do.....okay I'll stop........my penis is big though........haha). After dinner we kind of just crashed. She fell asleep next to me again. She says sorry for doing so, but I don't mind. I like putting my arms around her, or snuggling her in a blanket to keep her warm while she sleeps. Kind of makes me feel like the protector....and I know in previous blogs I have said I liked being that =). Good warm fuzzy feeling again. She seems to give me lots of those. Anyway, she told me not to fall asleep, which sucked, because I kind of wanted to. I probably would have been out like a light had she not snored. Just kidding baby =). But seriously, you do a little =). Not loud though; just some deep breathing really. It's all good. Kisses for you baby! Muaaaaaaaaah!

Officialy an O.C. addict. Goodness. Never thought I'd say that. We are now through 20 episodes of season one. Good stuff. Favorite characters at this point:
1) Sandy- Funny, laid back, cocky- but not to the point of being arrogant, charming
2) Seth- This guy is me. Makes practically all the same comments I do. Just silly and kinda dorky too. Handsome like me as well.
3) Kirsten- Sandy's wife. Perfect complement to Sandy. Watching those two together...they are practically a perfect on-screen couple. Nice hair too =).
4) Anna- Seth's ex/friend. Much like Seth, but in a female version. I love the way she dresses, and how she is so wise and all knowing. Hopefully she'll find a good boyfriend in the near future.

Moving off the list this week: Ryan and Luke. Ryan having to choose and fight between Marissa and Theressa? Bitch please. Both are dumb bitches. Ryan, just move on buddy. I'm tired of the whole love triangle thing anyway (See Summer-Seth-Anna). Luke moves off the list because he is banging his ex-girlfiend's mom. Cool at first, but now just feels a little wrong. I liked it when Luke was just being funny; threatening to kick Oliver's ass and such. Ah well. Plenty of time for those two to make it back on the list.

Okay, time to end this blog. I suppose if I have to write them for seven straight days I better pace myself. Still going to try to make them quality. Manda, I agree with you, quality over quantity. Fuck all of you who say this one isn't quality =). I tried. Anyway, dishes calling my name, so I'll bid you all a farewell. Peace out bitchesssssssssssssss!

~Mikey D

"A girl asked a boy if she was pretty.
He said no.
She asked him if he wanted to be with her forever.
He said no.
She then asked him if he would cry if she walked away.
He again said no.
She had heard too much.She needed to leave.
As she walked away, he grabbed her arm and told her to stay, he said,"You're not pretty, you're beautiful. I don't want to be with you forever, I need to be with you forever. I wouldn't cry if you walked away, I would die."
- Unknown

Back To School...Or Not

2005-08-28T14:07:00.000-07:00

Adam has put it out there...He can get four new people each day for the next seven days to comment on my blog. Very interesting. 28 new "fans"? All he wants for his marketing services is a 24-pack of pop. Eh, not too pricey. Worth 28 fans? Possibly. Problem is I have to blog for seven straight days, writing with a little bit of substance each day so people have something to comment on. Very difficult task indeed. Hopefully he'll be willing to negotiate a little on the terms of the deal and we can work something out. Seven straight days is a lot to blog.......Sooooo Manda, think you can top that offer? C'mon El Presidente, let me see what you can do! Don't disappointment me now =). Go big or go home!!! =)

So school starts tomorrow for those students at MSU. I should be starting my internship and such this week. But alas, I am not. My feelings? None. I have no regrets for not doing this internship. IT IS NOT WHAT I WANT TO BE DOING. I felt like a quitter earlier this summer, but now I don't feel like that at all, which is good. I feel like I'm moving forward, trying to figure out the next step. This past week I got pretty frustrated/depressed/angry at my inability to figure out the next step, but I'm doing better now. Gotta stay positive I suppose. I finally talked to the Sylvan people, and I do believe I have the job. They just have to check on my references, and I'll be all set. Woooooo......So back to the students starting the year at State. You know, I am really glad I'm not on that campus. Four years were enough for me. The last year or so of classes I was not my usual self. I didn't care; I just went to class because I had to, and when I took tests I took them just to get by. Didn't really matter how I did, as long as I passed. Not the best kind of attitude, huh? I know when I wake up tomorrow, after sleeping in, that I will have such a good feeling inside knowing that I'm not one of the 40,000 kids navigating their way through traffic, freshmen, and squirrels to try to get to a 10:20 calc 4 class, and then having to walk across campus for a two-hour Civil War history lecture class with 200 other kids at 11:40. That part of my life is done and over with, and I'm glad. I love State- but I'm ready to move on. Best of luck to the new class of kids though. Drink with moderation, that's my advice to you. Oh, and beat your roommate with his walking stick as much as possible. Especially while they're sleeping soundly. They'll love it. Trust me. And if they don't, well, you'll get a good chuckle at least. I always did. =)

Work has been alright lately. Nothing to write home about really. I'm glad that Britt is back. Back in the day Britt and I used to close together at least once a week, and then we'd have a morning shift together too. It used to be a lot of fun. We'd joke around and play music for each other all night. Good times. Got to work with her for the first time in a long time the other day though. It was cool to talk with her again like old times. She used to have all these boy problems that she'd talk to me about, and it was always flattering that she came to me to talk. I like to listen =). Nowadays she has Mollie and such to talk to, so we haven't really talked about personal stuff in awhile. But yeah the other day she really opened up to me about Josh (her new boyfriend) and such, and it brought back some of those memories of the good old days when Kelly, her, and I used to close on Tuesday nights, and we'd chit and chat all night. She's a fun person; I wish I got to work with her more sometimes......Let's see, the fall schedule is all set. I'm pretty happy with mine. I get to close on Tuesday and Thursday nights, and work mornings Saturday and Sunday. I can deal with that. It's going to be nice because the fall schedule will be a set schedule, so there should be very little wondering from week to week what hours and days I will be working. Looking forward to that. Okay, done with the work talk, because I know it's not that interesting....

The missess.....she's still fantastic as always. She went with me to the Lugnuts game this past Friday. There were a few things that I liked about that. One, she's a baseball fan! She can actually sit through a baseball game and not complain. I love that. And I don't have to explain any rules to her, because she already knows what's up! Beeeeeeeeeautiful. While we were there, she rested her head on my shoulder (I love that =)), and held my hand while we walked around the park. I'm not a big "public display of affection" kind of guy, but I like simple things like that. Little things that just show that she's happy to be there with me. It was nice. Another thing I liked was when she asked me if I wanted anything to drink, and that she would get it for me. I don't like girls paying for me (just feels weird I suppose), so I said no, but I really did appreciate the offer/thought. It meant something to me. Like she wanted to take care of me. Gave me that warm fuzzy feeling. Kind of weird, huh? Yeah yeah.....So all in all it was a good night =). Still not even close to tired of her yet. She makes me feel so good all of the time. I'm always excited to see her, and tonight will be no exception. Even though we don't even have big plans, just being with her makes me feel comfortable and happy. It just all feels right, I don't know how else to explain it.

Okay folks, I know this wasn't the most exciting blog ever, but just telling ya what's been up. Gonna take a shower now and wash the coffee off of me. Grosssssss. Football in 11 days. But who's counting. Yeeeeeeeeayer! Alright bitches, I'm outtie. Peace my niggggggggggggggas!

~Mikey D

When you feel cold and warm at the same time,
When you read over the same line for the tenth time,
When your heart and thoughts somehow appear to rhyme,
And when a simple name conquers your whole mind,
Then you are in deep trouble my friend... you are in what they call, "love".

- Philippos Aristotelous

Give Me A Little Credit

2005-08-24T17:23:00.000-07:00

I would like to start of this blog by saying that the problem in which I discussed in my last blog is no longer a problem. I overreacted. My penis was able to become errect again. I happily awoke to morning wood today, and I am quite proud of that. Congrats to me. I pat myself on the back. =) =) =)

Ahhhh what's new...Well, I just got a new credit card. Fun stuff, eh? I had many choices. I had about 2394739 different Visa cards to choose from and some Discover cards to choose from as well. Decisions, decisions. Like any good person would do before deciding which credit card to sign their life away to, I tried to look at what each card could offer me. On the one hand, we had the Discover card. Nowadays the good old Discover card isn't accepted at as many places as most other cards. However, what Discover lacks in acceptance it makes up for in beauty. Their cards had some sweet designs. One had some sharks and shit on it. Another had some black-eyed susans or daisys or some other kind of flower on it- I'm really not sure, it was pretty though. They caught my eye; let's just say that. Put the Discover card on my radar. Then there was the Visa card. The Disney Visa card. Ummm earn rewards to possibly get a free trip to Disney World? Uhhhh shit yeah! But the card design was rather plain...and it would take me awhile to save reward points to go to Disney World...if only the Visa card offered me just a little something extra, it would put it over the top. And then, at the bottom of the application, there was the kicker. Get the Visa Disney card, and receive a copy of 'Bambi' on DVD. Bingo. Disney Visa it was. I was so excited about getting Bambi for free (oh and the Visa card) that I called my mom to inform her of the good news. She was quite happy for me, but she also asked what other cards I turned down. I told her about the beautiful Discover cards that I said no to, and the other Visa cards. My mother, always with sage advice, was quick to point out that one of the Visa platinum cards I so hastily rejected (because of it's plain card design) gave me a $50,000 credit limit with no interest until March of 2007. That's more of a credit limit than the Disney card, as well as a longer no interest plan. So in the end I took my mommy's advice and got the card with no interest and higher credit limits and blah blah blah. No Bambi though. No flowers on my card. Kind of a bittersweet decision on the credit card choice today. =) By the way, who gives someone 22 years old a 50,000 dollar credit limit? Jesus, I haven't even made that much money in my life yet. Seems kind of silly, but eh, I'm not going to complain. Just going to wonder aloud.

So is anyone else getting this Blog Spam? Kind of gay. Kind of don't like it. Wish it would stop. Anybody know how to get rid of it or make it so spammers can't post? Stupid spam. Fuckoffanddie. One word.

I have a new reader, and her name is Robyn! She's one of Manda's friends. That makes two people that are a part of my fan club. Manda is still my president. Speaking of which, Manda, how come I've only gained one member since you've been president? Hmmmmm...maybe it's time I consider finding a replacement. I'll give you a second chance though. Robyn, I officially name you the Secretary of Defense of the Mikey D Blogdiggity. Your job is to kill all of the people that put spam posts on my blog. You can choose how you kill them, but I would make it painful for them. They are not my friends. Perhaps some Chinese water torture while cutting off body parts one by one till they bleed to death. Just a thought =). Anyway, I was reading Robyn's blog today and she had a little top 7 list that seemed fun to make. So I thought I'd give it a whirl...and here's what I came up with:

7 Things I Wish I Had:
1) Lots of Money
2) A real job
3) Cal Ripken Jr. Rookie Card
4) A maid to clean up after me (and my roomies for that matter, oye)
5) My family all together
6) My misses living a little closer to me
7) A real man's voice

7 Things I Think I Can Do Better Than Most:
1) Talk/Discuss sports- current and historical
2) Love
3) Write
4) Make Lattes
5) Play Sports
6) NHL Hitz 2003
7) Drive

7 Things I Can Not Do For Crap:
1) Dance
2) Kill Spiders like a man
3) Figure out my life
4) Beat Kevin in video games
5) Go-Carts
6) Sleep on the left side of my bed
7) MTH 309...ridiculous little class...will never forget it

7 People I Find To Be Hot:
1) My misses (Brownie Points....wooooooo chink chink chinkity chink, rackin' em up!)
2) Meg Ryan
3) Mandy Moore
4) Jessica Simpson
5) Jessica Alba
6) Kate Beckinsale
7) Eva Longoria

Fun little lists to make...So I still haven't heard back from the Sylvan peeps...I tried calling, and got the good old voice mail recording today. Yuck. Left a message, and still didn't hear back for a couple hours, so I tried again. The lady I wanted to talk to was in a meeting then. Sigh. I don't know. Bad sign? Maybe? Well, maybe the lady has just been really busy. I don't know. We shall see...I will try to call again tomorrow.

Done with 16 episodes of season one of the O.C. now! Slowly but surely. Not going to make the September deadline (start of season 3), but fuck, we're sure as hell gonna try. We went out and bought season 2 yesterday, so that's sitting and waiting for us to get going on that. Apparently we bought the last copy of season 2 at Wal Mart. A hot little item- literrally. They had this last copy locked up with all the video games. Apparently some young hooligans lifted many copies of season 2. Little bastards. When I find them...I swear...I will...I will.......do nothing prolly. Maybe I'll say, "Hey you hooligan! You're a bastard and shouldn't steal!" Yup, that's more likely what I'll do. And then I'll prolly get beaten up by the hooligan because I called them a bastard. That would figure. Anyway, got to spend the day with my baby yesterday, and it was soooo nice as usual. She went with me to take my brother and sister bowling, which was real nice of her. It was funny listening to my little brother tell her how much she sucked. I would have told him to leave her alone, but I was too busy laughing. The last game we played we had teams, and my sister and I barely beat her and my brother. My misses rolled a strike and spare in the last frame, which forced me to get a mark in my frame. Like the true champ and pimp that I am, I came through under pressure in the clutch with a huge three pin pick-up for the spare and the win. Count it! It was fun. Also introduced her to Keno, which is a little fun and addicting game. Not surprisingly we were both winners. Why? Oh, well, because we're the fucking shit. I guess my favorite part of the day was giving her a massage while watching the O.C. I knew she really wanted one, and I was glad to help her relax. I think she liked it alright. Making dinner together was nice too. She introduced me to Pasta Roni. Nice little meal there. Ahhhhh this girl is just right for me. Me gusta mucho =).

Okay folks, this blog is long enough. Hanging with the fellas tonight; going to play some ball and shit. Should be a good time. First, going to make some dinner. Salisbury steaks and mashed potatoes? Sure, that's a good pre-game meal. Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah. Alright bitches, I'm out. Peace my nigggggggggas!

~Mikey D

"Seth doesn't understand the whole 'hard-to-get' strategy."
"That's because he's not."
~ Good little O.C. quote (Anna to Ryan)

I Need My Viagra!

2005-08-23T09:05:00.000-07:00

This is my blog, so I can talk about whatever, right? And since I have no shame, I can talk about anything and everything, even my own personal problems. Well, I have a personal problem, and perhaps someone could help me out here. First, let me preface this paragraph by saying this has nothing to do with my little lady. This is a Mike problem. All me. Wellllll a little to do with the little lady. Let's just say this past Saturday she turned me on a bit. Sweet. Okay, that's fine and dandy, no problems so far. Well, sometimes when boys get a little riled up, they have to finish their business. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. (It's masturbation) =). Problem is, I couldn't get it up! What!?!? That has never really happened before...and it scares me jussssssssst a little. Okay a lot. I'm sure there were a lot of factors that went into it. I did open the coffee shop that day, so I was very tired and going on little sleep. I also have been under the weather quite a bit lately. So sick + tired= no erection, right? Time out. Is it weird that I don't even feel stupid talking about this, or embarrassed? I feel like I should. Maybe it's because I've said so many dumb things that I am immune to embarrassment. Hence the no shame statement. Anyway, so the last couple days I've been keeping a mental tally of the erections I get. Interesting results. Most fellas get the usual "morning wood". I am one of those fellas. The past couple days, however, my morning wood has been absent. Hmmmm. Around the misses I've gotten a couple good ones, which is a good sign. I am missing those random erections that I usually get throughout the day. Guys think about sex a lot, so they get them randomly. Why can't I get turned on??? Do I need to see a doctor? I'm a fairly sexually active guy, so maybe I just need a little break to recharge the batteries. If ya got any advice, let me hear it! If ya just want to make fun of me, well, I guess that's to be expected =). I might immediately regret posting this blog...

Speaking of being sick...I have been for a week now...and I hate it. Stupid sore throat. Stupid running nose. Being sick just drains all the energy out of you. Being sick and going to work just kills you. I have wanted to get better so badly that.....I have given into NyQuil. Sigh. Just like Kevin gave into liking a Toby Keith song, I have given into something I despise as well. The past few nights I have taken my NyQuil like a champ. The problem I have with NyQuil is, well, that it makes me want to vommit. What kind of medicine should make you want to throw up? None, in my opinion. Well I have had this bottle of NyQuil for the past three years, and I rarely use it. It's only when I feel like complete shit that I do. Everytime I use it, I make the biggest production. I have to get myself all pumped up just to down a cap full. You know, get the adrenaline flowing. Like I said though, I have taken the NyQuil three straight nights! And I only wanted to hurl the first night, so maybe I'm building a tolerance. It still tastes like shit everynight though. I should just quit bitching about it and get some of the liquid capsules. Soooo next trip to the pharmacy will include Viagra and NyQuil. Okay, check.

Work has been alright. Worked a lot of days in a row. Seven to be exact. I know Adam has put in waaaaaaaaaay more hours than me, so I'm not going to bitch. But still, a week straight of work is still a week straight of work. Got today off, which will be nice. Get to hang out with the fam and the misses for a bit. We've got two new girls at work, Heather and Teasha. I don't know how much longer good old Heather will last, but Teasha is alright. Teasha is a very quiet girl. I don't think she's quite warmed up to me yet (I'm pretty silly and sarcastic, and I don't think she's quite figured that out yet). Last night was my first shift with her. I tried to make her laugh allllll night long to break the ice. For the most part, little success. Towards the end of the night she opened up a little. At ten o'clock, a stream of customers trickled into the store, much to my dismay. Teasha, to my surprise/delight, thought this was the funniest thing. Apparently watching me get all riled up and pissed that these customers had to come after we closed the store was quite funny to her. I still fail to see the humor, but at least she was laughing and smiling. Check. Maybe Thursday's shift will be even better. We shall see. Oh, made 18 bucks in tips on a Monday night. Booya mother fuckers. Work it baby, work it.

The little lady...she's wonderful. I don't know if I can put it any other way. I honestly haven't felt this way.....and I love it. Our O.C. marathon is still going on. We're trying to make it through season one. We're about halfway through. I think today we're going to go buy season two. We have to get through both seasons before the new season starts this September. I like the show. You can compare it to 90210 and the such, and you can call those shows shit, but I've always liked those kind of shows. Guilty pleasures? Eh, maybe. Anyway, I digress. This girl puts a smile on my face in so many ways. When she whispers in my ear how happy she is, it just gives me goosebumps all over my body. When we're talking on the phone and she starts to ask about my family and such, well that means a lot, and shows she really cares. I like it when she nuzzles up against me and squeezes me tight. I like that she doesn't get tired of me and my antics. That's a biggie =). Hopefully she won't mind a guy that can't get it up =). Hahaha. Naw, just playing. Let me make a vow, a promise...whatever you want to call it...that I will get woodys whenever I want to, and hell, wherever I want to! You can bet on it. Write that one down. I guess you don't really have to, since I just wrote it down and all...sigh...ah, fuck off.

Still no word yet from Sylvan...hmmmm...should I call back to check up? They said they would call me by the beginning of the week...and I suppose technically it is the beginning of the week...I don't know...

Okay folks, gonna go take a shower. Get ready for the day and such. Day off =). Wooooooooo! Alright bitches, I'm out this mother fucker. Peace my nigggggggas!

~Mikey D

"Look into my eyes as I offer you my hand..."

Bathroom: 1, Mike: 0

2005-08-18T11:53:00.000-07:00

Two posts in two days??? Back on track folks. The Mikester is blogging like the blogger he was born to be. Everyday all day. Dawn to Dusk........Rightttttttt....Moving on.......

We have a science lab in our appartment. Didn't know that, did ya? Yeah, it's called our bathroom. It has 239729374 different kinds of bacteria and germs in it. In fact, there are 32 microorganisms living in it as we speak (did you know 'microorganisms' is spelled with a double 'o'? Huh, just looks funny). What I'm trying to say is that our bathroom is disgusting. Absolutely filthy. Now for three college aged boys living together, our apartment on a whole is rather clean. We do try...sometimes....to keep the apartment clean, but it's hard because we all work a lot (especially Adam...I pray for you everyday). And usually when we do clean, it's the dishes, living room, our bedrooms that get top billing. That bathroom of ours always seems to get neglected....

...Until today! Last night I made a promise to myself that I would load up with cleaning products and tackle that fucking shithole we call a bathroom.....Random thought: Shithole could be a synonym for toilet...Get it? Because it's a "shit hole"? Haha, that's what I shall call a toilet from now on. I've just decided. Shut up Kevin, I know you're thinking of something smart-assy in your head right now. That's right, smart-assy, anybody can make up words if they want to you know.....Anyway, back to the bathroom. Let me just say that cleaning that bathroom is the epitomy of a two-day project. I spent an hour in there cleaning, sweating, and barfing, and I feel like I've only begun to scratch the surface of making the bathroom "clean". Progress has been made though. The bathtub is no longer orange in color (well, most of it isn't), but almost back to it's original cream color. The toilet is now devoid of purple shit stains (still wondering how those got there) and boy pee misfire marks (let's just say cleaning that sucked a lot). That little mysterious black ring around the faucet of the sink? Yup, gone (I wonder what that was...at least it didn't kill us...yet). There's still more to be done. The bathtub could definitely use a more thorough scrubbing. A new shower curtain would be nice (you know we've had that one for over a year fellas??? Grossssssssssss). And the floor- oye, I don't even want to go there. We might have to pick straws for that one. Anybody like hair? That's all I got to say for that. All in all, today was a good start on the cleaning process. I figured we'll get it all nice and clean now, because once football starts I doubt it'll be cleaned much. In fact, I will make the bet that it doesn't get cleaned till after the new year. Any takers??? Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww....

Took the misses to Saline yesterday. She got to meet and greet the grandparents. That's always a fun time, right? I got to show her around my old stomping ground, and I got to relieve some good old high school memories- which is always a good time. She noticed that Saline had some "very big houses". Yup, that's Saline for ya. Richy Rich. Our high school is fucking huge! Unbelievably huge. I'm really glad I didn't go there when it opened up. It's too much for me. I like a smaller, queit setting.....Anyway, the misses got to see some of my grandma's birds. She met Tootsie the emu, the boy and girl peacocks (unfortunately they were molting, so they didn't have that great display of feathers they usually do), and the swans and ducks. My grandma gave her some peacock feathers to take home, which was nice.....I also learned a valuable lesson yesterday. Don't compare your girlfriend to creatures of the sea. If, by chance, you compare your girlfriend to an octopus, a shrimp, or a crab, I guarantee you they will not be happy- even if you mean well by it. Just keep that in mind. Luckily she did not hold that over my head for too long- just all night- and we were able to get along just fine. Things are still going great, but I'm kinda sad with the summer ending. She's going back to school (LCC this year apparently), and she's thinking about studying abroad in Australia. It'd be only for a month, but still, I'm gonna miss her like hell if she goes. We shall see about that one...

I had my interview yesterday for Sylvan. I think it went pretty well actually. I looked pretty pimp in my suit, if I do say so myself, which I do. I haven't had many real "interviews," so it was a fun new learning experience. I think I handled myself pretty well. I've listened to Adam talk about his interviews, and I tried to do some of the things that he did, and watch for some of the things that he needed to work on. Like eye contact and the such. I tried to make sure that I kept my eyes focused on theirs when I answered all their questions and the such. Did an okay job I think...

...As far as the interview itself went, I think I answered all the questions well. I had two different ladies interview me, which was kind of weird and repetitive too. Anyway, they were asking me about how I would handle different situations in the classroom, my background, what my passion was in teaching, etc. etc. They even busted out hypothetical situations where I'm working with high schoolers at Beaner's and how I would deal with them. Kinda out there. Anyway, about halfway through this interview, something just didn't feel right. Not that I was doing a bad job, just something inside of me. That same stupid question kept popping up in my head..."Do I really want to do this?" Sigh. I really have to give this a chance, I know. Why am I so uncomfortable with everything that has to do with teaching? I don't get it. Soooooooooooo lost and confused.

Let's switch gears again...what's the sexiest thing that a woman does that turns you on (vice versa for the ladies), that isn't sexual? What I mean is, what is it that a girl can do that will turn you on without them kissing you, touching you, etc. etc.? Give me a few answers, I wanna hear em...Lemme think...I think one of my favorite things that a girl can do is when she wears guys clothes. Not like dikes wear boy clothes, but when girls wear a boy shirt that is ten times to big and it hangs down over their butt. And it kinda falls off their shoulder too. Ohhhhhhhhh soooooooooo hot! Another would be ponytails. I don't know why, it's just something that I find attractive. When a girl ties her hair back, and leaves a few strands falling in front of her face...she just looks so cute and edible. Just wanna eat her up! Cookie Monster style. Yum Yum Yum! And last but not least...sweatpants! That shows me that the girl can relax and be comfortable not dressing up all the time. In short, she can be herself around me. I know she could do that without having to wear sweatpants, but, wearing sweatpants is like a signal saying I'm completely comfortable being me around you. Ya know? Don't get me wrong though, I love it when a girl dresses up. In fact, I more than love it. But every once and awhile it's nice to bust out those sweats =). Like my little miss did the other day...that was nice...Anyway, those are a few of my things...Holla at your boy!

Okay, gonna take a shower and get washed up in our semi-clean shower. Then it's off to work to close. Alrrrrrrrrrrrrright. Take care bitch ass mother fuckers, catch ya on the flipside my nigggggas!

~Mikey D

"How do you write about women so well???"
"I think of a man... then I take away reason, and accountability." =)

There Goes An Airplane

2005-08-17T11:15:00.000-07:00

Ever since I was a little kid, I've had a fear of airplanes and blimps crashing. It's not so much that I'm scared to fly, and it's not so much that I'm scared of crashing once I'm up in the air, but it's being on the ground and watching a plane or blimp crash down that scares the hell out of me. I have very few reoccurring dreams, but one that seems to haunt me over and over is a dream where a plane crashes right in front of me, and debris goes everywhere- everyone on the plane dies and there is mass hysteria. It's really quite horrible, and I wake up in a cold sweat everytime I have this dream.

So there were two plane crashes in the world in a matter of days. This one in Greece has captured my attention especially. I remember checking out the news online the other day and seeing this photo:

Cyprus Airliner Crash in Greece

Ughhhhhh, seeing all that wreckage in the Greek countryside did not give me an easy sleep that night. I once again had my reoccurring nightmare. Not fun. I woke up drenched in sweat, and had to go into the bathroom and wash my face off with cold water. In my dream I was one of the people on the mountainside as the plane came down and broke into bits in front of my eyes. Since I was so close to the crash, I was one of the first people to attempt to "rescue" passengers. Unfortunately, there was just fire, strewed luggage, and dead bodies. I remember dreaming of a young girl holding her mother- dead- as the plane burned around them. Ugggh, that shit kills me inside...and that's pretty much where that dream ended. Sad and fucked up, eh?

Victim's Relatives Around The Tail

I am really intrigued by this plane crash in Greece. There is a sense of mystery surrounding this crash. What really happened up there? Apparently the plane lost cabin pressure, causing a rapid loss in oxygen and temperature. Passengers and crew had but only a few seconds to put on their oxygen masks, or they would go unconsious and die. Very few of the passengers were able to get these oxygen masks on, and went unconsious. The freezing temperatures then froze many of the passengers before they hit the ground. I am really curious to hear what really happened up there. Why was there only one pilot in the cockpit when jets went up to intercept the plane? Was there any foul play at all? Were all the people unconsious when they crashed to their death (as I am hoping)? Interesting to hear what the investigation turns out...

Prayers For Victims and Families

One of the saddest things about this crash is that about a third of the 121 passengers who died were children. Not that a plane crash isn't sad enough, but to hear that that many children perished really tugs at your heart strings. You really have to feel a lot for the victim's families.

Moving on...The answer to last week's "Which Lion's starter will be injured first?" question was....Cory Schlesinger! In all honesty I considered him, but he's a fullback, and fullbacks are tough, so I just thought he might be able to handle a couple of series on offense. The offense...Joey looked great, Kevin Jones made a couple good runs (got left in the cold by his O-line a couple times), and Charles Rogers and Roy Williams looked like absolute studs at WR. I would like to see Mike Williams worked into the mix a little bit more. I love Pinner as the change of pace back too. Nice complement to Jones. Also, I liked Pollard in the game. He made a couple catches, but I liked his leadership more. In the fourth quarter, when all the scrubs were in, Pollard was out on the field high-fiving a player for making a great defensive play. That's what I like to see. Yeeeeeeeah boy. Let's see how they look this Saturday.

Okay folks, this is the paragraph most of you skim...So skim away. The little misses and I had a little OC marathon the other day. One of my guilty pleasures is Laguna Beach on MTV, and I heard these two shows were quite similar. And sure enough, I am liking this OC stuff. We've gone through 8 episodes together in the span of a few days. It's fun watching with her because she is one of the biggest fans ever. This character Seth is absolutely hillarious. He's a sarcastic little bitch, and I love it. Anyway, yesterday, since I opened, I was dead tired. Around episode four I got really really tired. After the episode finished, I fell asleep. Just couldn't help myself; I just crashed. After a few minutes I tried getting up, but my baby just tucked me back in and told me to sleep for a bit. Well okay. When she got me back up a little bit later, we went into the kitchen, and she had cleaned the whole thing for me. She did the dishes. Wiped off the counters. Even wiped the floor! Amazing. She got a big hug and kiss for that one. It's the little things that she does that give me that warm and fuzzy feeling that I love so much. I completely happy with this lovely lady, and I couldn't ask for more.

Got to visit with Andy the other day. Very nice to see that punk again. It sucks that he lives so far away. We were pretty much inseparable in high school, but it's been harder to get together since college started. We do what we can though, and it's just nice that we're still friends after all this time...Interesting conversation we had about the love of his life, Sara, that night though. Sara and Andy broke up about two years ago, and I don't think Andy has gotten over her at all. She is his "one and only," and he knows this. Anyway, Andy really wants to move to Hawaii after he graduates in the spring. I asked Andy if he'd leave Sara (assuming they hooked back up) and really go to Hawaii. He said yes.....I just don't get that though. Andy is not the only person that would choose job over love, but he's my example today. I just feel that a job is just a job, and that it's hard to be truly happy without that someone that makes your heart skip that extra beat. After a 9-5 workday...there has to be something more, right? I mean, you work for 40 years...what do you do with the rest of time? Yes, with a good career you will have money. Yes you will have a more stable future. But what about love? "The greatest thing you will ever know is to love and be loved in return." I agree with that statement whole heartedly. The greatest thing! Can someone just leave the greatest thing...for a job? I don't know. Maybe I'm not seeing it from the other side too well. Blinded by love, if you will.

Okay, got a little job interview today with the Sylvan people. They apparently need some math instructors (booya) and some ACT prep teachers. Sounds right up my ally. I get to pick my own hours, and it's only a couple days a week. It will fit right in with Beaner's, subbing, and maybe the YPC (gotta get more info on that). I'm very excited, so we'll see how it all goes. So I should prolly get something to eat and my resume put in order. Take care bitches, I'm sure I'll write again shortly. Holllllllllllllllllllla!

~Mikey D

"All I get is boots! I'm tired of getting boots!" ~Haha, Stacy to Adam when she "fishes for compliments" from Adam =)

Turn Around Bright Eyes

2005-08-12T18:31:00.000-07:00

People who wear sunglasses indoors...Use your Jerry Seinfeld voice here- WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH THAT? I mean come on...If I had a top-5 list of pet peeves, that would make my list. I have started to despise people who wear their sunglasses indoors. Why do they do it? Do they just forget to take them off? Or do they think they're "cool"? If it's the latter, they are sadly mistaken, because they look like tools when they do. I used to cringe everytime I would see a dipshit with his shades on indoors, but now I sometimes can't help but say something. "Wow, I didn't realize it was so sunny and bright in here. Sure wish I had my sweet and stylish sunglasses with me." Now usually I'm not that sarcastic, but you get the idea. The whole sunglass culture is beyond me as well. Yes I understand that sunglasses are helpful (but not necessary) on sunny days when driving and such, and I understand that there is the appearance factor (I agree not all sunglass styles look good on all people), but why do people pay 234712093478 dollars for a pair? Because of the name on them (like Oakleys)? It's all for style and looking cool. So people spend their 300 dollars on their glasses, and then show them off by wearing them indoors for me. And then I want to break their glasses and their face and make them cry like little bitches who cry because they look in the mirror in the morning and see the biggest fucking loser they've ever seen. Let's just say, hypothetically, that I didn't get so pissed off at these hobo cum-guzzlers for making my pet peeve list. I still wouldn't like the people! They would seem like arrogant pricks, trying to act cool with their glasses on...fucking cock lickers. You too cool for school? Well I got news for you- you aren't! Grrrr...I'll stop now...but just for now...

Lions first preseason game tonight. I think this is the first time in my life that I've been excited to watch a preseason game. I know this game won't give me a good gauge on what Joey Harrington will be like this year, or if Charles Rogers still has "it" after being injured the past two years, or what Mike Williams can really do, but it'll still be nice to see them all on the field. I want to see the three receiver set, with Williams, Williams, and Rogers. I want to see Pollard at tight end. I want to see Jones and Schlesinger split in the backfield. And as much as I hate to say it, I want to see Joey under center. Who knows, this may be the only time all year we have all these guys healthy at the same time. Tonight's game could be the "this is what the Lions offense could have looked like for the coming year". Any betters out there on which Lion will get hurt first? Charles Rogers is the early heavy favorite, with 2-1 odds. I'm gonna pick someone different, just because Charlie is too easy of a choice. I'm gonna go with...hmmmm...how about Mike Williams? The guy hasn't played in over a year, might not be used to the contact, and eh, maybe he'll get a little battered and bruised early. We will see...Anyway, is it just me, or are the pieces that the Lions have in place exciting anyone? Even on the defensive side of the ball? A secondary with Bly, Kennedy, McQuarters, and Bryant. Lehman and Bailey wreaking havoc as the linebackers. Rodgers, Hall, and Big Daddy Wilknson anchoring our impressive D-Line. A loaded offense. A proven coach. Once again I'm excited for Lions football. The question is, how will they disappoint us again this year? =)

The little lady is doing fine, thanks for asking. I still think she is swell. A-ok in my book =). Manda, I think you are the only one who enjoys reading my little "love stories" =). I think most everyone else just vommits...but eh, fuck them. Anyway, the other night my gal was over, and she fell asleep while I was cuddling her...and I loved it. Guys like feeling like they are "protectors" and that's exactly what I felt like. I just held her in my arms and cuddled her and kept her safe. I got one of those tingly, happy feelings all over. I like those =). She's becoming a pretty darn good cuddler, and I think we fit together pretty nice. Okay, that's my love story for the day. Everyone but Manda can stop vommitting and skimming this paragraph now =).

Work is all good in the hood. Lots of no-shows and tardiness lately though. Not too happy with that. I always arrive 15 minutes to work early (when I open) just in case that happens, but I wish I didn't have to. I wish I had enough confidence in my co-workers that I could depend on them to show up on time, but I don't. Kinda sucks...But, other than that work has been a lot of fun. I have fun with everyone who works there- especially my boys. Simeon and I are two peas in a pod. Yesterday we did "atomic high fives," where we ran at each other and tried to high-five each other as hard as we could. We hit each other so hard once that we just collapsed to the ground in pain. It was quite a ridiculous sight to behold. Don't worry A-Town, this was around 2 in the afternoon and nobody was in the store. Fear not. Oh, and by the way, thanks for the Saturday hours A-Town; I appreciate it. Gotta save that dough.

Okay, dinner time. I'm making chicken chasseur. Soooo good. It's chicken with onions and mushrooms in this french wine sauce. Mmmmmmmm. With green beans (of course- best vegetable ever) and a biscuit. Good dinner. Anyway, I'll holla at you later ya mother fuckers. Peace out bitches!

~Mikey D

"She looooooooooooves you!" =) =) =)

Updating My Life

2005-08-10T00:30:00.000-07:00

I really need to write more. I appologize. Been kinda busy and kinda tired lately. No excuses though, right? A true blogaholic would blog anyway. So blog I must!

Geeze time sure flys by. It's the middle of fucking August already. I haven't even gotten myself situated for this next year. I've set my Beaner's schedule just fine, but I have yet to get myself ready for subbing, or even Sylvan. It scares me, the whole teaching thing, that now I'm even scared of subbing...How pathetic is that? What the hell was I doing for four years? I just feel like I need to get out of the school system environment, and figure out something where I can work with kids in a less structured environment. Sylvan, for example, I can work with more underprivledged kids in a one-on-one setting. More of a tutoring thing. I know what you're thinking. No, I will not hook up with my students. Geeze. I guess I want to think of some other things I can do for the rest of my life that I'll be happy doing. Kinda confused still.

Things with the misses are still good. I'd share some of our recent happenings, but for certain reasons I can't =). And don't think like perverts. Well, you can, but it's not what you're thinking if you are. Maybe a little bit ;). Anyway, everything has just been real great so far. One of my favorite things she does (and she always thinks she bothers me, but that's not true at all) is when I'm taking a nap in the afternoon after work, and in the middle of it she calls. Would that piss most people off? Eh, maybe. But I love it! I always like rolling over and seeing her name on my caller ID. It's not so much that she wakes me up, but the fact she was thinking about me and calling to say hi. It's silly really...just part of my life...Don't act like you're not impressed...I have just received an urgent news message- CANNONBALL!!! Three Anchorman quotes in a row...nice...hehe...But I digress...anyway, all is well with the little lady. By the way, ummmm, I know I promised your brother (this is to my misses, so if you're not her, I'm not talking about your brother) I wouldn't kiss you, but yeah, I guess I'm not too good at keeping my word, and I am good at breaking pinky swears and the such, so if it's alright, I'd like to kiss you sometime again in the near future. If that's okay. Yeah...Alllllllllllright Giggidy Giggidy......."I've never had a spanish chick before, Oooooooooolayyyyyyyyy." Haha, Quagmire...

Soooo...what's a good word to describe my family? Dysfunctional? Yup, that's good enough for me. Sigh. More and more drama everyday. When I think back the past 10 years, I cannot believe the amount of shit my poor family has gone through. It's borderline ridiculous. Now my little brother Andy. He was just a wee little lad when we moved to Michigan, so he never really knew why we did. Nor did he understand my parents divorce. But there are some things he does understand. One, his dad lives 500 miles away and can see him, at most 12 times a year. There's really nothing that can be done about this. He's missed out on all of those father/son things, like playing catch together in the backyard. I remember feeling so bad for him because I got to share those things with my dad, while he's completely missed out...it literally makes me cry thinking about it...Anyway, he's been very depressed lately. He misses his dad. He had to leave his dad young, and now his two eldest brothers have moved out leaving him with the two women, his mom and sister. He cried tonight on the phone with my mom. I think he's going to move to Maryland with my dad. I think it's best for him, but goddammit I fucking hate this stupid shit. My whole family is completely split, and I'm going to lose another brother. I cried tonight for the first time in months. It's just sad, the whole thing.....

I really don't feel like writing too much more tonight folks. Just letting ya know what's been going on. Sorry I've been busy. I'll write more soon. Promise. Peace bitches!

~Mikey D

"I know there's little use to crying, but it's the wide awake and dying that I'm used to."

Yeah, Freak Her With Your Nuts

2005-08-04T18:00:00.000-07:00

Kevin and I have both decided that it is impossible to fully understand how a woman thinks. We decided this a few years ago, and have held it as fact ever since. Men and women just think differently, and although some men do better than others in understanding the female mind, no man is completely successful. Whenever I would try to figure out a girl, Kevin would politely remind me that it was an impossible task to do so.

So today at work, I was thinking about our little "fact". It's true, I still don't have a firm grasp on the the inner-workings of the female mind. Have I done better the past few years as I've gotten older? Well, I suppose that's open for interpretation. But today at work I had an interesting little thought. Maybe the reason I don't understand women completely is because I don't even know how the male mind works. Sure, I'm a guy, and I know how I tick and how I tock. But that's just me. One man. Emphasis on the man part =). I found today that I struggle to even understand the male mind. So it shouldn't be any surprise really that I don't understand the female mind completely when I don't even understand how my own sex thinks. Interesting...

I tried tracing my life back a few weeks to come up with some examples. There were just certain times in the past few weeks that I found myself perplexed at my own sex. I suppose I could start with a common example from work. He's commonly referred to as Mr. Bonet. I will never understand this man as long as I live. For starters, he hits on every thing in our store that doesn't have a penis. Who cares though, right? Well, he's in his forties, has a wife/girlfriend, and kids. It's not like he's a young guy anymore. He comes in some times saying the foulest things to some of our lovely teenage lady baristas (sexual things that is). Maybe he's all talk (that's my guess/hope), and maybe he would never act on his sexual advances should he somehow, by the miracle of god, snag one of our lolitas. But still, why do older men say the things they do to these young ladies? Especially men with kids and wives. Now Bonet is not the only one, he's just the most prominent figure for harrassment that comes into our store. In all honesty though, I cannot picture myself at 45 years old hitting on girls one-third my age. If I was, that would be very depressing and sad to me. It baffles me everyday watching these older men make fools of themselves. I can't understand their thinking at all. My only guess is that they are thinking with their "other" head instead of the one with the actual brain in it. But isn't that a young man thing to do? I mean, I'm 22, and I don't say half the shit these guys do to girls they only see for a minute or two a day. I am truly puzzled.

I was blog surfing the other day with the misses, and we came across a blog about a single, divorced, young father. The blog is a chronicle of his life and his sexual escapades. Racy stuff; fun to read at times. The guy, however, sounds like an arrogrant prick. He talks about how much fun he has now in life because he is single and can do what he wants. His biggest point of bragging is the fact that he can "have sex any free night [he] wants". Whoa, big ego buster? Perhaps so, but he has walked the walk to back up his talk. At the current moment he is seeing/fucking three women. All of his relationships he keeps separate, and he details the sex he has with each woman, and gives his opinions on the sex. Every guys role model, right? Eh eh, not me. To me, it's guys like this that just don't get what's truly important in life. Their priorities aren't straight. Fucking and being a pimp is numero uno in their life. Working out and being a play toy for the ladies is number two. Yeah, sex was the most important thing in life...when you were a sixteen year old boy! This guy has a damn kid, and he goes and says shit like, "the son exhausted me today when he visited, to the point I almost didn't want to have sex that night with A. (his lover) because I was so tired". Wphew. Good thing you saved enough energy. Didn't want your son to become a hassle or anything. Dude, grow up! Sex is fun and great, but don't you want to have some actual substance to your relationships??? I do not understand this. I don't understand how some guys think that the only thing that's important is sex sex sex. Especially these post-puberty, post-teenage men (it's more understandable if the younger fellas are thinking only of sex). Help me understand! Why is a guy like this worshipped and applauded by his peers instead of criticized and ridiculed?

"What do women want?" Ah, the saying made famous by Mel Gibson's mediocre attempt at making a quality film. What is it that men want though? What's the life goal of a man? I think it's by nature that men feel like providers and protectors. They want to feel strong and masculine. That's why we are, typically, the hunters, the fighters, and the leaders. That being said, I would think that the typical man would want to have a stable and steady job, a family to look over and protect, and a T.V. with the sports programming package. Maybe the men described in the previous two paragraphs are not the norm. But deep deep deep down, don't most men want the same things? The love a woman. The enjoyment and fullfillment of a good job. Time for sports/hobbys and friends. Self-satisfaction and happiness? Maybe I'm off base. Perhaps it's not so much trying to understand the male and female minds. Perhaps it's just coming to an understanding that we all think differently, and there really is no way of completely understanding any one person, regardless of sex. I don't know. It is frustrating that I don't know how my own sex thinks some times. I feel as though I should.

Okay, I'm done with that little thought. Haha, I saw this picture, and I lolled. Yup, laughed out loud. You know some designer for this ride was laughing his ass off when some dumb fuck actually bought this little dirty romp ride. Ah, a sucker is born everyday. And for a nickel a ride, Donald gets to be a pervert while everyone who rides it gets laughed at. Beautiful.

Yeeeeeeeeeah Dirty Donald, You Enjoy That View

Things with the little lady are wonderful. We had a little picnic yesterday at the botanical gardens on MSU's campus. We had turkey sandwiches with pickles and mayonaise. They were pretty damn good; I'm actually craving one right now. But I digress. These past few weeks have been great. Everything we do together is fun. It's just really cool learning different things about her. You know, not just favorite color stuff, but the little things. Just her little odditties that make her who she is, and makes her special. It's fun. For example, I love it when she bites her lower lip, because I know she thinking of something a little mischevious ;). It makes me smile. And in turn she's learning about me too. She's already learning that I love to cuddle and just look at her. Wait. That sounds a little creepy. But I just like looking into her eyes...Sometimes she thinks something is wrong when I do, but it's just me admiring her and taking her all in... Ugggh okay okay I'll stop. The little pansy man will quit his rambling. Things are just good with her, and I like it =).

Alright, I gotta work meeting in a bit, and this blog is long enough. I'll end it here for you folks. Thanks for once again making it through; you all are troopers. I'll catch you cats on the flipside. Holllllllllla back youngins!

~Mikey D

You come over unannounced
Silence broken by your voice in the dark
I need you here tonight...

No Me Gusta Flying

2005-08-01T13:15:00.000-07:00

Soooo nice having to close sometimes. I got to wake up at 10:30 today, which was very nice. Adam and Kev, if you want me to tell you what if feels like to sleep in on a weekday, I will. It's very, oh I don't know, blissful. Waking up completely rested and refreshed after a night full of fantastic dreams has a very self-satisfying feeling. The best part is you don't wake up to the beep-beep-beep of your alarm clock. Ahhhhh soooooo nice...One downfall though? I have to wash my sheets today. My dreams may have been a little too fantastic last night, if you know what I mean- and I think you do......................................Haha, just playing, I never get dreams like that. Although just once I wish I did. Weird wish, I know, but eh, I'm a weird guy, so whatever.

I have an extreme hatred for flying after this vacation. I cannot enjoy the whole flying experience for some reason. I flew from Las Vegas to Detroit in 3 1/2 hours. That's pretty damn quick to cover 2000 miles, yet I hate the whole damn trip. I hate having to park you car and take a shuttle just to get to the airport. I hate having to wait in a super long line just to check your bags in and get your tickets. I hate having to move from that long line to another super long line to pass through security. I hate having to take off your shoes while doing so. I hate having to be an hour early to your flight just to board (seriously, they told us we had to be there an hour early or they wouldn't let us board...one guy was 45 minutes early, and they bumped him to a later flight- strict, strict). I hate flying. My ears always pop. I don't like heights. I don't like turbulence. I hate getting off the plane and waiting for all the slow ass fuckers in front of you to de-board. I hate waiting at the baggage claim for my bags to come. I hate when they say your baggage can be picked up at baggage claim 3, and then a half-hour later find out that your bag has been going round and round on baggage claim 5 for fifteen minutes. After all that, I complete the cycle by having to take a shuttle back to my car. All this with two younger siblings whining and complaining the whole time. I know all the security and shit is for my own safety and blah blah blah. Fuck that shit. Flying blows. If there were an alternative way to cover 2000 miles just as fast, I would take it in a heartbeat. When are we going to develop that technology for teleportation? Uh, scientists, I'm waiting! At the end of a plane trip, I just want to shoot myself. Maybe this was the terrorist master plan altogether. Make us so paranoid that security is so strict and time consuming that flying is completely unenjoyable that it makes us want to kill ourselves on our own. Ah just a thought. Glad to be home and not flying =).

I was watching CNN this morning while eating my mom's delicious fabulous cheesecake (thanks mommy...oh and Adam and Kev, you can have some if you'd like, it's in the fridge), and I caught the tail end of some religious extremist's little speech. Because I caught the tail end of the their little rambling, I'm not sure of the religion, but their last sentence caught my attention. She said, "I'd do anything for god, even kill if I have to, if it's for god." Right. I'm sure we've all heard people like this in our post-9/11 world, but I started thinking about that sentence. What would I kill for? Is there anything that I feel so strongly about that I could make a statement like that? If not, is that a bad thing? I thought for awhile on this (in the shower, for about 45 minutes =)), and I think that I would kill for America. Very patriotic, eh? If I was called upon to fight for our country, I would- even if I didn't necessarily agree with the cause we were fighting for. I guess I've always held the belief that as an American citizen, in exchange for our freedoms and liberties, we are expected to sacrafice for our country when called upon. Which makes me look at an Islamic terrorist group a little differently too. It's hard for me to get angry at what they do when they are doing what they feel is right. They are fighting for their "group", just like I'd fight for my "group". I don't want to go there though. That's another can of worms for another day. It surprises me that I wouldn't kill for two of the most important things in my life- my family and love. I cannot see myself going out killing for my family or for love. Under attack, yes, I would kill to defend both. I just find it interesting that the two things that I hold near and dear to my heart I couldn't kill for. If every family was warring against each other, I wouldn't be the one initiating attacks on other families. So by kill I suppose I mean 'murder' in a way. Huh. I don't, just a random thought I was having this morning, thought I'd share.

Last night was the first day back to work. I fucked up a lot at first. Struggled with people's orders for the first hour or so. Then I got back in the swing of things. I love closing. My favorite part about closing is looking at the store at the end of the night when it is spotless. It's the clean freak in me I suppose. Just knowing that the store is in perfect shape for the morning gives me the biggest sense of pride. Working with Rachel is always fucking awesome too. We know how to roll with closes. She has my back and I've got hers. The store looked so good last night, and we got out at 10:10- an extremely early time to get out. Props to her. I only get one more close this week (tonight), which kinda sucks. Hopefully in the fall I'll get some more closes. We shall see.

Ah, the misses. Things are going spectacular. "We'll call it 'Spectacular, Spectacular'!" Ten Mike points if you can tell me what movie that quote is from. I know you know Adam...Anyway, as soon as I got back from Vegas I went to see this lovely lady. I missed her quite a bit. I got to say "hi,bye" to her family, and they seem really nice. I always get nervous around parents, but they seem friendly enough =). We hung out all Saturday night, and time just flies when I'm with her. I didn't notice the time till it was a quarter to 1 when she said she had to get going. It really doesn't matter what I do with her; it's always a good time. I can't get enough of her. I take that as a good sign =). It's good to feel like this. I like it a lot =). So yeah, things are good, except for these little hickeys she's left on my neck. Just playing darling. Just marking your territory, right? Right. I am your fire hydrant. Fox-Fox. =)

Okay, gotta get some lunch and shit before work. I left some pics on the last blog if you haven't checked them out already, just so ya know. Well bitches, pretty sure I'll write again soon. Peace out home skillets!

~Mikey D

"Hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable..."
~Wizard of Oz

Fievel Goes West

2005-07-31T13:58:00.000-07:00

Fuck fuck fuck! I go to type the title of this blog and I knock my root beer all over myself. Not funny. And I just took a shower too...Sigh, well I'm home! I had a very nice vacation, thanks for asking. I did a lot of things I normally don't do, like white water rafting, ATV riding over sand dunes, kicking it in Vegas, hiking through the Grand Canyon, spending an entire week with my family, and giving my sister sips of alcoholic beverages. All in all, memorable little trip. I came back with a little bit of a tan, which is nice. Got some pics I will be sharing. Here are a couple from our trip:

Mikey D in the RV

Andy, Lesley, Colin, and I out in Utah riding on the sand dunes

My family and the Grand Canyon

Me and my Bro..."I'm not your bro, bro"

Me in the dunes

Lesley and I in the Canyon

Trick Luv Da Kids

Breathtaking...Pictures really don't do the Grand Canyon justice

Colin and I in the Canyon

Well those are just some pics...I've got some more I'll share with ya in the coming weeks. I know my dad has some of us rafting and Vegas, which will be pretty cool to see. Anywho, I'm back in good old Michigan, and it's nice. I missed my bed, my friends, and even work just a little. I do feel completely re-energized, which is great. I was dragging a bit before I left. =)

I have great hate for airports now which I will discuss further in a later blog. Miserable yet needed things those airports are. Well I'm off to work. Still on Vegas time right now, so my body is still trying to adjust. Good to be back, I'll write again soon. Holllllllllllla bitchessssssssssss!

~Mikey D

"Just remember, Fievel - one man's sunset is another man's dawn. I don't know what's out there beyond those hills. But if you ride yonder... head up, eyes steady, heart open... I think one day you'll find that you're the hero you've been looking for. "

Viva Las Vegas

2005-07-22T01:23:00.000-07:00

Vacation time. Oh thank heaven (for 7-11)! My eight straight days of work are done and over with. They were tiring, but they also went by surprisingly quickly, so I won't complain too much. Anyway, tomorrow I have to pack and head down to Saline. I'm meeting my mom, Andy, and Lesley there, and then we are all going to the Tiger's game. My little brother (and apparently my little sister as well) are playing the national anthem before the game. Good times. They've done this before, and it's always fun to see them on the big screen TV in the stadium. I feel like a proud dad in a way. "Yeah, that's MY sister and brother." Although a proud dad would never say that, but you get the idea/gist of what I'm saying. Don't be difficult with me folks. It's too late to give me a hard time. Anyway, then on Saturday I will be flying out of Detroit with Lesley and Andy to Vegas, where we will meet my dad and brother Colin. To me, that's when the "vaca" starts. We will be spending some time in Vegas, and yes I will be gambling. Even though I'm almost positive I will come up on the short end of the stick, it's just something I think you have to do when you're down there. Don't worry, I'm budgeting myself, and yes, when I'm out, I'm really going to be out. I work at Beaner's, don't forget that. From Vegas we're doing a bunch of different things. We're going to see the Grand Canyon. We're going off-roading. We're going white-water rafting. Wait...the word 'water'...why isn't the 'a' in 'water' long sounding? Why don't we pronounce the word 'water' like 'waiter'? Hmmm, interesting...So the vacation should be fun and relaxing. If I don't come back relaxed, with a clear head, and a tan, I will be pissed. Extremely pissed. When I'm extremely pissed, someone usually dies. So there will be death. Hopefully I won't be pissed though. You don't want this natural born killa going psycho on your ass...

Okay, lets talk sports for a moment. I haven't done this in awhile, so lets all gather around and listen to old Mikey D ramble and rant for a few. Yes, I just referred to myself in third person. And yes, I will stop doing that. Maybe =). First up, Mr. Flip Saunders. Congrats on getting the Detroit Pistons head coaching job. You are a brave man my new friend. Not only will you be expected to win (and not just during the regular season), but you are expected to manage this team better than one of the best coaches in the game did(pound for pound Larry Brown) by mixing in some of the younger guys into the line-up (Darko). Talk about setting yourself up for failure. Flip, the only way you succeed in this job is by winning a championship your first year. Anything short will be considered a failure. I've heard you say the old cliche, "I've gotten something to prove" as a coach, well, that something better be winning a championship. If it is not, well it was nice knowing ya. Hopefully you can do better than your previous job and take us past the Eastern Conference finals. You may have a lot of experience, but you haven't won much in the post season. This worries me Flip. I hear Joey D talk about trusting you because you've been in big-time coaching situations and made big-time coaching decisions. Unfortunately, you've made BAD ones and LOST. Sometimes experience doesn't translate into coaching greatness. See Doug Collins. I will never understand NBA teams infatuation with that guy. He loses everywhere he goes. He couldn't even win with Michael Jordan...and he had two chances to do it (Chicago and Washington)! I could fucking win with Michael Jordan! The gameplan is easy...give Michael the fucking ball. Duh. Anyway, back to the P's...I honestly would have liked to see them make a run/offer at Hubie Brown. He's a hall of fame coach with tons of experience. He's a proven winner. He knows how to work with the youngsters (See Memphis). Seems like he would have made a lot of sense. I at least would have liked to have heard his name mentioned. Anybody else agree? Ya do, ya don't? Okay, enough rambling...I didn't even get to the Tigers or Lions. I'll save that for a rainy day I suppose.

Things with the little lady are absolutely fantastic right now. We hung out a lot this week, and each time it was a lot of fun. I don't get tired of being around her at all. It doesn't matter what we do together as long as I get to do it with her. Last night was very nice. We made plans to go out to dinner, so I took her to one of my favorite restaurants (Carrabas). She'd never been there, so it was a good place to take her. We didn't really have anything planned afterwards, so we decided to go for a walk in Francis Park in Lansing. We walked along the water and then went through the rose gardens. I guess that they weddings and stuff in the rose gardens, so flowers and heart shaped bushes were all around us. Then it started to rain. We were at the top of the rose garden sitting on a little rock wall that overooked the water below, and the rain just beat down on us. Needless to say we got soaked, but it was worth it. Holding her close in the rain it was just...romantic. Everything felt right for once, and I liked that. Today she helped me pick out some new shirts for my trip. Thank god she has a sense of style, because lord knows I need help with mine at times. I would have definitely ended up with a white button down shirt with blue boats on it if it wasn't for her. Wphew. Not exactly "stylin". Anyway, I'm going to miss her a lot while I'm gone. Absence makes the heart grow fonder though...right? Right. =)

Okay folks, it's off to bed for me. I opened this morning, so I am beat. You're right Adam, my blogs do usually make some reference to me being hungry or tired. It is what it is though. Thanks for reading again folk. Now I'm out this bitch for a week, so I'll holla at you cats when I get back. Fo realsys. Peace bitches!

~Mikey D

"I believe in love...what else can I do? I'm so in love with you..."

Loaded Gun Complex

2005-07-19T19:59:00.000-07:00

Cock it and pull it...Okay okay, it's been really hard trying to think out an entire plot for a book. I keep switching who I want to be the main characters, where the story takes place, and what the hell will happen. Every time I seem to decide where I want to take my writing, another direction seems better. Quite frustrating. So, I've decided to write three or four short stories completely separate from one another. Hopefully after doing that, there will be a story that stands out from the rest. From there I could take that short story and expand on it, or at least take the premise of the short story and start anew. Good plan? Maybe I'll write the three or so stories and have you folks vote on which one you think is the best. Kev, you'll have to help me set up poll, cuz I have no clue how to. Thanks good budddddy.

My goodness. Work is kicking my ass hardcore. I'm in the middle of my seven straight days of work, and it's starting to suck just a little bit of dick. I had to work my favorite 7-3 shift today, and it was pure misery. No me gusta mornings. Does anyone else get really really crabby around mid-morning, early afternoon? I'm usually pretty "bubbly" when I first get to work, but after a few hours I'm not the greatest person to be talking to. I go into, "I hate my life, and I hate you" mood, and it's not so fun. I suppose it's really quite hard to stay spunky for eight straight hours, but still. I do work in a coffee shop, where it is quite easy to stay energized...You know, they should have something, besides the readily available caffiene, to keep me going. Porn stars have fluffers. Ben and Jerry workers get massages and ice cream. We should set up an area in the back for blow-jobs, massages, and ice cream. Perhaps some ski-ball too. With tickets! We could have a prize redemption at our monthly store meetings. And there would be cool prizes too, like bean bag chairs and cutlery sets (I really want one). Oh, and everyone would have their own whore for blow-jobs. I don't really want to pass mine around. Sorry ladies, if you don't like the ladies, you're shit out of luck. Yup, the best way to curb a mid-morning funk is with a mid-morning fuck. Sadly, I don't think Austin will go for this idea, although it is fantastic in theory. A barista can dream, can't he? Is "barista" a female term in spanish? Hmmm I hope not...

Gonna give things a shot with the miss. This makes me very happy indeed. We had that always awkward first kiss the other night. Actually, this one wasn't so bad. In fact it was one of the better first kisses I've ever had. Anyway, we hung out last night, and it was a lot of fun. We saw "Wedding Crashers" (which is pretty damn funny..."she just eye fucked the shit out of me" haha), then went back to my place and made mac and cheese and talked. Gotta be honest with ya, it's really nice having someone like her. She makes me laugh and want to be around her all the time. I'm just excited to get to know her and to find out what makes her tick. I can already tell she's trying to figure me out. Quite a tall order there...So far so good though =). Figures as soon as I get a good thing going with a great girl though, I have to leave. Typical me though. Bad timing is what I do best. I suppose I'll just have to miss her for a bit =).

Talking with Brittany today...what's the best "funny" movie of all time. Kevin, don't even bring that "What About Bob" shit. We're talking Old School, Office Space, Anchorman, Super Troopers, Zoolander, etc. etc. Brittany says that if she were to pick the classic "funny" movie that will be the best for all-time it would be Old School. We're going by personal preference here. Was Old School all that great of a funny movie? Maybe I missed that. Sure it was hillarious- any movie with Will Farrell usually is. I just don't find myself quoting that movie, or having a desire to watch it over and over again. To me, that makes a good funny movie. Once again Kevin, please don't bring up "What About Bob". We all know how you feel about that. If it were my choice, I'd probably have to put Office Space at the top of the list. Very quotable, very re-watchable. Zoolander would be my second choice, with Happy Gilmore rounding out the top three. What are your favs? Did I miss one???

Tomorrow I stick the knife into my internship's heart- figuratively that is. I'm not a murderer. I don't even murder metaphorical internships with hearts. I know I look like a fucking bad ass, but really folks I'm a gentle giant. I know my blog photo with the my cute little grin and head tilt can give off the image of a "killer", but that couldn't be farther from the truth. I'm actually a nice boy...errr I mean man. I save turtles from the streets, help blind people across the road, and nurse injured doe's back to health. Actually I've never done any of that. But I would. Well, no, no I wouldn't. Fuck, I wouldn't do any of that. Huh. Eh fuck it. Guess I'm a bastard. But that's different than a killer! Wow, got off on a little tangent there...Anyway, meeting with more peeps from the college of ed; wish me luck. Tomorrow is it.

Okay folks, I'm hungry as fuck. Too lazy to cook, so I suppose I'll go grab some healthy treats from McDonalds. Sounds good. Well bitches, I'll hollllllllla at you later. Peace out home skillets!

~Mikey D

"Hello Stranger."

Oh So Tired

2005-07-16T17:01:00.000-07:00

Tired as fucking hell right now. Worked a fabulous open to 3 p.m. shift today. It wasn't that bad working with Simeon, Alex, Cori, and Andrea. Theys be my homies. Deborah (a customer) came into work to chat a little bit today. Deborah works at MSU and handles a lot of the orientation stuff for the freshmen and transfer students. Anyway, over my time at Beaner's her and I have talked a lot and became friends. A nice as can be lady. So she was asking me today all about my internship in the fall, and I just couldn't tell her straight out I wasn't going to do it. She kept going on about how I was going to be such a great teacher, and the more she complimented me, the worse I felt. I hate this feeling I have inside right now. I feel like a damn quitter, and it pisses me the fuck off. The thing is, I don't want to teach elementary, and I'm not sure I even want to be a teacher. Even though I know this, I still feel like I'm giving up. It's just going to hurt so much to tell those people, like Deborah, who've all through my college career told me I'll be such a great teacher. Even Anne today through the drive-thru told me I'm going to make a fantastic teacher. It just makes my stomach twist in knots. Not fun. I just want the feeling to go away. I want to feel like I'm making the right decision. So far it just doesn't feel like it...

I'm heading out west to Vegas and the Grand Canyon in a week. I need the vacation in the worst way. Not that Beaner's is all that tough a job, but it'll be nice to just take a break from working for a bit. Also I just need to clear my head. Too many thoughts just keep going through my head and stressing me out. Being thousands of miles away from everything will be just what the doctor ordered. I'm excited that my brother is going too. I didn't think he was going to, but he had a little change of heart =). I miss him like all hell sometimes, and it sucks that he isn't around anymore. I'd say we were as different as brothers can be, but yet I wouldn't ask for anyone else to call my brother. I'm excited to just hang out in Vegas with him, and get piss drunk half the time. Although the last time we drank together was kind of crazy, soooo maybe not piss drunk. Remember when you tried beating the shit out of me Col? Yeah, emphasis on the try. You are a crazy drunk my friend. Anyway, I'm sure we'll hit up some clubs and have a gay old time. Haha that's funny because my brother is gay, but gay also means happy. Get it? Laugh dammit! Once again, you all suck. Whateva whateva...

Have you ever tried to rank the top moments of your life? Like the five most special, unforgettable moments of your life that you will remember forever? Try to think of a list of both good and bad. I haven't been able to come up with a list, but I've been trying to think of the good and bad moments that I guess "define" my life. I'll give you my top 3 for each...:

The Good:
1) Kissing Sarah for the first time. Hands down the best moment/day of my life. Have you ever wanted someone so much it hurts? If you have, try to imagine that feeling right now. Now take that feeling, and imagine having it for two years- non-stop. That's how long I'd wanted Sarah before she eventually gave into my charm =). The night she kissed me was the most surreal night of my life. Sitting down by the river at midnight, she cuddled me under the moonlight, and leaned in and kissed me. I remember having to take a final the next day, but not giving a fuck. We cuddled and kissed all night long; something I'd dreamt about for what seemed like an eternity. I wanted to capture that moment forever and keep in bottle so I could relieve it over and over again. Number one.

2) Beating Pioneer. Their doubles team was ranked number one in the state. Andrew and I were not even in the top 3 in our region. It was a rainy April Saturday, and our dual meet got delayed all morning. We were finally able to play in the late afternoon, and it was well worth the wait. Pioneer easily disposed of 7 of our other flights (in straight sets nonetheless), leaving Andrew and I the only ones left at a chance for a win. We lost the first set 6-1, but we never got down. After the first set I remember looking into Andrew's eyes and just seeing the focused determination. I knew it was going to be a match; we were not going to roll over. We took the second set 7-5, and by that time all the fans and teams had gathered around our court for the third and deciding set. The third set was grueling. We fell down 5-3, and were two points from losing. You couldn't script a better underdog comeback story though. We fought our way back to 6-6 and a tiebreak. We took the third set tiebreak 7-5, knocking off the number one team in the state of Michigan. I remember the last point like it was yesterday. I remember us winning it, and then me jumping into Andrew's arms yelling over and over "Oh my god Andrew we did it! We did it!" I remember our team rushing the court to mob us. I remember my coach saying, "This was one of the best days as a coach I've ever been a part of, and you will remember this day for the rest of your life." Very true coach. Very true.

3) Winning the "Director's Award" in third grade. Every year my elementary school had a big banquet/award ceremony. At the ceremony, students were rewarded with pins for particular achievements in different fields. For instance, if a teacher thought a student excelled in math, they might win a pins for their exemplorary work in math. These pins were highly coveted, even in elementary school. To get the recognition in front of the whole school and all the parents was a big deal. Since there were so few pins, everyone was on edge for every award that was handed out, hoping their name would be called. I sat through the entire award ceremony and did not receive a pin from any teacher. I was depressed as all hell. Then came the Director's Award. It was given by the principal of the school to who excelled in everything. This was the most prestigious award because the recepient was chosen by the principal without the input of the teachers. So when this award was handed out, even the teachers were on the edge of their seats. I remember still be bummed that I hadn't won a pin when I heard my name called. I'm pretty sure I had a permanent look of shock my entire time up on stage. I remember standing in front of everyone shaking the principal's hand and getting a standing ovation. I looked at my pin and it was all gold with a green emerald in the middle. Pretty dang-gone beautiful. I'll just never forget holding that award and staring at a sea of people and getting a standing ovation. Still gives me chills.

And The Bad:
1) Moving from Maryland to Michigan. It's always tough moving. Even though it seems like I've moved 9374293748 billion times, I still don't like it. Imagine being thirteen and moving from the only home you ever knew. On top of that, imagine leaving your father behind as you do. I remember the day we moved. We got up around 4 a.m. to get an early start on the traffic and to get into Michigan at a reasonable time. We packed up the car, and my dad gave everyone a hug goodbye. I held myself together pretty well until my dad came to hug me goodbye. I've gotten hugs before from my dad, but none ever felt as tight as the one he gave me that day. As he held me, he started to cry on my shoulder. I just broke down. I was a thirteen year old boy holding my father saying goodbye to him and my home. It was honestly the day I can say I grew up and became a man. Holy shit I gotta stop typing about this. Got a little tear action going on as I type...

2) Breaking up with Melissa. Ouch. They say you'll never forget your first love. How true. It was the first time I was in love, and it was also my first heartbreak. Melissa was my first everything. She taught me so much. She was my high school sweetheart and I honestly thought we were going to spend the rest of our lives together. That was not to be though. I remember standing in the doorway of her house on a grey cloudy afternoon, and her sobbing in my arms. The few weeks prior her and I had been drifting apart. Our relationship was a serious one, and it was beginning to take a toll. She told me she wanted change, how she wanted to see other people, and how she lost the spark for our relationship. Talk about getting your heart stomped on. I didn't cry at her house though. I walked out her door, and into my car, and sobbed like there was going to be no tomorrow. My friend Andy was with me, and the only condonlence he offered me was weed. I went home and sat in the shower for two hours and sobbed uncontrollably. The next week I could hardly function. Losing a love is one of the worst feeling imaginable. I would rather be beaten senseless with a sledge hammer than go through that pain ever again. I don't think I'll ever forget my "Ace". She showed me how to love, and made me the romantic I am today, and for that I am forever grateful. I'll always remember the good times we had, but I certainly won't forget the pain I went through when it was all over.

3) Getting suspended "indefinetly". It was this moment, or getting arrested. This had a greater emotional effect on me though, so I chose this one. I was in a cadet teaching class in high school, and they place me in a fifth grade classroom. It was right after the time I broke up with Melissa, and my mind and emotions were a little off. I remember a few of the "bad kids" in the class said some shit to me about getting dumped, and I told them to fuck off. Yup, definetly my bad. Well one thing led to another, and I got in trouble. The thing was they created an elaborate little tall tale to try to get me in more trouble. They said that I threatened to come to their house and beat them up- which was totally untrue (gonna have to believe me on that one). And they told this to the police! So I was suspended indefinetly from school, failed my cadet teaching class, and had to deal with the embarrassment of telling my friends, teachers, and family. Well an investigation was done, and the kids were exposed as liars- small justice for me. Yes, I did swear at them, and I was totally in the wrong, and I'll be the first to admitt that. The rest of it though was bullshit, and I fought for awhile to clear my name. Still, my reputaion was ruined, especially as a future teacher. I remember my school guidance counselor going off on me, telling me what a shitty person I was. I'll never forget that. He told me that he "hoped I went down". All I can say to him is fuck you, you giant prick. Still, not a fun time for sure.

See this is what I do when I have all this time to think. I start retracing the steps of my life and trying to figure out how I ended up in the spot I'm at. It was kinda fun to make the list though. I urge you to try it, or at least think about it.

Girls...right...all is well on the homefront I suppose. Anne asked me if I had a girlfriend yet today. Jesus people, I'm trying my best here! Give me a little time. Things are "progressing" =) just fine with a certain someone. Apparently I'm not too good for her, I'm too good to her. Eh, same thing =). Just kidding beautiful! Anyway, we shall see how things keep going. I really like talking to her, and spending time with her, even though it's not really by ourselves. Yes, well, I'm sure I've said all this before in a previous blog. Playing the old repeater game. You know the repeater game, from Super Troopers? What a sweet movie...gotta watch that sometime =).

Okay, enough typing. I should put food in my stomach since I haven't eaten all day. Probably should of ate something earlier, but ah well. Thanks for the donut Adam. You are an awesome roomie. Alright punk asses, I'm signing off. Peace Bitches! Hollllllllllllla!

~Mikey D

"I know nothing stays the same, but if you're willing to play the game, it's coming around again..."

Dirty Deeds

2005-07-15T14:15:00.000-07:00

Time to write, time to write...let's see, where to begin? Okay, how about the big news in my life this week. The deed is done. I have officially "delayed" my internship. For those of you who have read my blog religously, you know about my indecision on doing the internship. Basically it came down to a few deciding factors. First, my heart hasn't been into teaching in awhile. That's scary for a future teacher. I need to get that passion back before I go any farther, or I will be wasting my time, as well as other's time. Second, elementary education is something that I am wanting to do less and less. I feel like I'd be better suited for a middle school environment, where I wouldn't have to be as big of a diciplinarian, and could be more my self. Plus I'd much rather teach math, a subject I am passionate about. Third, I am just plain burnt out. I'm tired of school. I'm tired of doing bullshit work that needlessly takes time out of my life. So this week I did it. I opted out of the internship. I was expecting a feeling of relief when I did, but that wasn't the case. Instead I felt sick inside. I guess I feel like I failed a little bit by not seeing this program through right away. I know that's not the case, but still, the feelings there. The fact that the one thing that actually gave my life direction I just took away is a little disconcerting. I'm sure I'm doing what's best for me, so now I have to take the time off and figure out the next step in my life to take. So stay tuned my friends, we shall see...

Work was pretty fun today, even though I had to open. Got to work with Austin, Kalyn, Cori, Brittany, and Andrea. Everyone was in a jolly good mood, which was nice, and my mid-morning crabiness was nowhere to be found. We did a two-hundred dollar hour between six and seven, and for that, Austin bought Cori and I lunch. Thank you much A-Town. The chicken nuggets were delicious. The fries were a little cold, but I'll let that slide this time. I'll tell you what, Cori and Kalyn together are hillarious. Those two act like sisters. One minute they will be fighting with there "nuh-uhs" and "ya-huhs", and the next they will be giggling and laughing together, completely forgetting about the fight they had not thirty seconds earlier. Today Brittany and I just sat at the drive-thru and marveled at their silliness =). I think my favorite conversation of the day was with A-Town, and Cori kept trying to butt in and be a part of it =). It went a little something like this:

Mike: Tell me A-Town, that last customer, you would...you know...right?
Austin: Uhhhh I don't know, maybe...
Mike: What, maybe? Are you kidding Austin?
Cori decideds to interject now...
Cori: What did you guys say? What about beer?
Mike: Huh? We said nothing about beer.
Cori: Yeah you did. I heard you.
Austin and Mike: (Confused look at Cori)
Cori: Tell me what you said about beer!

Back to the conversation:
Austin: There's no need to spend over fifty million on a movie.
Mike: To make it really good, I think you do.
Austin: There are better ways to spend your money than on an over-budgeted movie.
Again, Cori decides to speak...
Cori: Hey, what? What about first base?
Mike: What are you talking about?
Cori: You guys were talking about baseball, and said something about first base.
Austin and Mike: (Same confused look at Cori)
Cori: Ah, nevermind.

Silly silly. Made me laugh though. The sheer randomness of her comments were outrageous. The way I typed it probably doesn't sound funny, but it was, trust me =).

Okay, girls. I'm head over heals for one. I tried doing something cute/surprising for her this morning. I don't know how well that worked out, but I think she was happy. Hopefully some brownie points were scored in the process. We hung out the other day, and it was a lot of fun. We got lunch, did a little movie shopping, and watched Closer. Closer, by the way, is fantastic =). Anyway, it was just nice being around her. I don't know how to explain it really, so I'm not going to try. We still talk on the phone all the time, and although half of the time I'm falling asleep talking to her, I still like it. Good way to end my day. So yeah, once again I'm going to give the standard "we'll see" answer. Ya never know folks, ya never know...

So the Common Ground festival was this week. Apparently they have a concert every night. They've had Journey, Blue Oyster Cult, Gavin Degraw, Aslyn, Beach Boys, and John Legend, to name a few. The only one that really appealed to me was Journey, but by the time I found out they were playing at Common Ground, they had already played. Once again bad timing has fucked me in the ass. Go figure. I was unfamiliar with this Aslyn character though. Downloaded a couple of her songs, and she's one of those slightly-edgy female pop singers. Supposedly her hit song is "Be The Girl". I downloaded it, and listened to it, and you know, it's okay for bubble-gum pop. Not good enough to want to see her in concert though. What a shitty line-up for Common Ground. We need a good music festival for the Lansing area that, I don't know, promotes good music. None of this run of the mill pop stuff we get all over our radios all the time. Something like the "Austin City Limits" concert in Austin. That's nice. Or "South by Southwest". The list goes on. Put some talent on the stage, and then maybe I'll come to your little festival.

Okay, I need a nap. After closing, then opening, I'm beat. I'll hollllllla at you bitches later. Peace out you fucked up slags!

~Mikey D

"I love that you get cold when it's seventy degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend a day with you I can still smell your perfume on my clothes, and I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night." ~When Harry Met Salley

Lightning Storm In My Head

2005-07-13T20:43:00.000-07:00

In the shower this morning I was daydreaming (as usual), and I got really worked up. So much so that I actually punched the shower wall. Don't worry, I'm fine- thanks for the concern. The shower's probably still feeling it though...you know, because I'm so strong...and I punched it.........sigh, whatever, you all suck. Anyway, it was a pretty interesting daydream. I dreamt I was at work with Cori, Jenna, Kalyn, and Emily, and a customer came in and began to hit on one of the lovely ladies I work with. That's nothing abnormal, but this guy was a new customer, and was taking it way too far, and my co-worker was becoming quite peeved. I decided to intervine, and told the guy to back off and leave. Well he got pissed at me and asked me what I was going to do if he didn't leave. I walked around the counter and got up in his face and asked him if he'd like to find out...which was when he pulled out a gun and stuck it to the temple of my head...

He told me to put both hands on the back of my head, and to slowly get down onto the ground. I immediately complied, and began to lower myself to the floor. I went to put my head on the floor, when the gunman told me to keep my head up. He had me sitting on the floor- execution style. After putting me in position the gunman ordered everyone else to the ground. I was scared shitless, but I kept my cool. I could see Kalyn crouched by the drive-thru, crying and shivering as she laid on the ground. I looked around the store. Cori and Jenna were behind the machine, although I couldn't see them anymore. Emily was on cash, and I could hear her whimpering behind the counter. Two customers were huddled over by the fireplace, a man and a woman, and the man was holding his hand over the woman's mouth to keep her quiet. After getting everyone on the ground, the gunman turned his attention back to me...

"You're gonna regret protecting your little bitch," he said to me. My blood began to boil, and as much as I wanted to say something, I didn't (thought it was best not to, since he had a gun and all). The gunman raised his gun to the middle of my foreehead and said, "I hope your moment of chivalry was worth your piece of shit life." I stared him straight in the eyes as he held the gun to my head. I didn't say a word. If this was how I was gonna go, than so be it, but I wasn't going to look away. He was going to remember my eyes for the rest of his life...

Our eyes were locked. I could see the hate in his, and I only hope that he could see the hatred I had for him in mine. He cocked his gun. "No, please don't!" shouted the woman customer in the corner, breaking free from her companion's make-shift muzzle. The gunman removed the gun from my head and turned sharply to face the woman. "Shut the fuck up!" the gunman yelled with his gun facing his new victim. The gunman's voice was loud and harsh. Behind the counter Emily screamed terrified, and, to my surprise, began to crawl towards the back of the store. The gunman wheeled around towards Emily. "You fucking cunt!," the gunman shouted at Emily, "I told you not to fucking move!" Emily continued to crawl slowly, and this only agitated the gunman more. "You've got three goddamn seconds to get your fat ass back where you were, or I will paint the fucking walls with your brains." The gunman now had his gun aimed and focused on Emily. Emily, however, did not stop crawling. She was sobbing now. "One!" shouted the gunman. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," Emily began to mutter. I stood up. "Two!" yelled the gunman, louder than the first. Emily kept crawling, and was near the doorway to the back of the store. I knew there was no exit to the store in the back, and I could only presume she was going towards the phone. At the doorway entrance she looked up at the phone. "Three!!!" Bang!!!...

Cori screamed. Jenna gripped tightly to Cori's arm, not moving from her assigned spot on the floor. Kalyn crammed farther into the drive-thru corner and covered her head, not wanting to see what was happening. The two customers huddled closer to one another. Emily laid on the floor, covering her head. Pieces of glass from the shot bakery case spilled onto the floor. "Back the fuck up you mother fucking piece of shit!"...

I hit his arm with a swift leg kick right as he pulled the trigger. The kick did just enough to divert his shot to the right, and into our bakery case. Surprised, the gunman turned back towards me- his attacker. He tried pointing the gun at me for a third time now, but this time I was on top of him. As he began to stretch out his arm to aim his gun, I used my right arm to push his elbow up. This caused his arm to rise, and with his arm, up went his gun. Using my left hand I grabbed the top of his rising gun and quickly pulled it towards the ground. The opposite forces sent the gun crashing to the ground. I pushed the now gunless gunman away, and picked the gun up off the ground. My turn now. I held the gun out towards my opponent. "Back the fuck up you mother fucking piece of shit!"...

He didn't move. Neither did I. "You won't shoot me you pussy. You don't have the balls," he said with a snort. The anger inside of me was immense. There are many things in this world that get my blood boiling, and telling me I can't do something is one of them. If someone says I can't do something, I will do everything in my power to prove them wrong. This time, however, the gunman was right. I couldn't shoot someone. I just didn't have it in me. He didn't know that though, and instead decided to open his fat fucking mouth and piss me right the fuck off. Whackkkk. Right upside the head. I charged him with so much fury and anger he didn't have a chance. The butt of the gun was against the side of his head before he had time to even defend himself. He fell to the floor. He grasped the side of his head as blood began to trickle down the side of his face and back of his hands. I stood over him, gun in hand. By this time the girls behind the counter were beginning to regain a bit of their composure and stood up. With my eyes fixed on my enemies eyes, I told Cori to call the police. He wouldn't forget these eyes...

Cori moved towards the phone. "Haha," laughed the man on the floor, looking at the girls behind the counter, "You know what the funny thing is? After all this, all these little whores here will still be just that- fucking whores..." Cori stopped and turned to face the man on the ground. "Oh fuck you, you..." Cori began, but never got a chance to finish. Instead she stood and watched me pummel the living piss out of the guy on the floor. Punch after punch, right to the face (this is the part where I punched the shower =) ). Blood was all over my fists. I broke my ring finger on a punch to his cheekbone. I didn't stop though. I punched the man until he was barely breathing-and then I punched him some more. I punched until I couldn't punch anymore. I then pulled the man's body up off the floor, and propped him up against the counter. I spit in his face. "They aren't whores... and you'll never get a chance to find that out you piece of shit." I walked back behind the counter and gave an obviously shaken Kalyn a hug. Jenna and Emily joined in our hug. Cori went and called the police. I smiled reassuringly at Cori as she called. In a matter of minutes the police were on the scene. We gave our reports to police, and went home...me with a very lovely lady, wink wink =).

So Kevin and Adam, if you wonder why I take such long showers, well, now you know. And yes, I daydream with that much detail. Makes the daydream more realistic I suppose. That's probably why I can get worked up and punch the shower. Go figure. Anyway, this turned out to be a long blog. Kudos to you if you stuck through the whole thing. Okay folks, my fingers are sore from typing, I'll holla at you cats later. Peace bitches!

~Mikey D

"There are only four questions of value in life. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made of? What is worth living for? What is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love."

Ugggh

2005-07-11T17:25:00.000-07:00

Haircut day again today. For those of you who have not read, I hate haircuts. See my previous blog, "Haircuts"( http://magnumpenis.blogspot.com/2005/06/haircuts.html ). Anyway, another joyous time was had today. First, my lovely haircut lady Angela cut my ear with her clippers. Thanks bitch. So five minutes into my haircut it'd looked like I was in a fight with someone, with blood trickling down my ear onto my neck. Nice. Then came the string of comments I have become all to accustomed to hearing. "I'm sure you've heard this before, but did you know your hair goes in like a hundred different directions?" Yes. Yes I do know that. Does that make it harder to cut? "Well...it's definetly more challenging. That and your hair is so fine..." Sooooo yes? Okay then. Why don't you shut the fuck up and just concentrate on cutting my hair while trying your darndest not to make me bleed all over myself again.... "Sooo, you done with school?" Affirmative. I actually just graduated. "Oh yeah? What high school?" Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. I hate haircuts!!!

Sarah and Laura have both wanted me to "lay out" with them these past couple of week. Why do girls think that that is a fun thing to do for guys? Can't we go outside and play catch, or go running, or even swimming? Why do we just have to "lay out"? So today seemed like the perfect day to get some answers. I went down to our Knob Hill workout room/swimming pool early in the morning. I lifted some weights, then went out to try and lay out. To my surprise, nobody was at the pool on this very sunny day. Maybe they were playing catch or something that was, I don't know, fun? But I digress...So I brought my book out, and laid. I laid for a bit, then I laid some more. Just when I was getting bored, I decided to lay some more. I figured the fun part would be coming soon. But after an hour, nothing happened. I did get some reading done, which was nice, but other than that nothing to write home about. So if you ladies ask me to lay out with you again, I'm going to have to respectfully decline. Lets swim instead. Or have sex. Either or.

Okay, this next paragraph is just going to be full of random thoughts and comments, so sorry if it's hard to follow:

Going to see Fantastic 4 tonight. I'm not too big on those comic book movies (Spiderman, Hulk, etc.), but this one looks really good. Jenna saw it last night and said it was fantastic, haha, no pun intended. I have high expectations now, so this shit better be good, or else. You don't wanna know what the else is, trust me. It involves death, locked treasure chests, moonshine, and whale blubber. Curious aren't ya?........I was thinking today in the car that my roomies and I talk about some pretty damn weird shit. I'm pretty sure that 1) we are the only ones who would talk about prostituting ourselves out to Phil Jackson for a million dollars, and 2) I'm pretty sure that we are the only ones who could take a discussion involving sex with Phil Jackson and turn it into a discussion about the axioms and postulates of hyperbolic geometry. I would put money on that. We talk about balls, strikes, and "neithers". We talk about Adam being a racist while watching "Survivor Kids". But ya know, I like those fucked up convos. They make me laugh. I suppose that's what the quotebook was invented for; to capture those funny moments......I've seen two of these scrapbook stores around the Lansing area now. It still surprises me that scrapbooking is that big of a business. I pass a scrapbook store everytime I go to work. I am very tempted to stop in there to see what they are selling. Is scrapbooking a girl thing? I was thinking about doing one awhile ago, just because I have a lot of scraps that need to be booked, but didn't wanna look like a homo putting something like that together. And spare me Adam and Kevin, I know what you're going to say. "But Mikey, you already look and act like a homo, hardy har har har." Funny guys. Stupid pricks. One day I'll get a girlfriend and I'll show you! Haha, I bet you can't wait to see that!.....Speaking of girls, I met one on this blogger thing. I like blogging because you can talk to people from all over the country/world. This girl is a high school soph from Kentucky. I know what you're thinking, but she is and always will be just a friend. You guys must think I'm playing limbo with girl's ages. How low can I go? Well Cori is my cutoff point. What a lovey cutoff point too. Meow. Grrrr. Ow-ow. Fox-Fox (that's the sound a fox makes, haha). I'd be happy with Cori, we shall see. This girl is fun to talk to at least, and she's a "Closer" fan. Love it.......My brother and my dad were both drunk last night. Odd. My brother told me I need self-confidence, and my dad called me a wimp. Sweet, thanks family. Nice to know I'm loved and supported. Bitches. Drunk bitches. Is Mikey D gonna have to kill a bitch? Yeah, I hate it when people talk in third person, so I will stop......Scary ass dreams last night; not fun. I died a lot and got in a lot of fights. Pleeeeeeease just one time can I have a wet dream???? I want a dream full of sex, pleasure, and excitment! Instead I die or get hurt. Sweeeeeeet. At least put some naked chicks in my dreams or something. Who the hell am I talking to right now? The god who controls my dreams? Man I'm fucked up. I'll stop rambling now...

Okay folks, congrats on making it through another one of my blogs. Dinner time for me. I'll holla at you later bitches!

~Mikey D

"The thing is, sir, " began Julie quite obviously speaking from the top of her head, "I think that love's more complicated than we think it is. Sometimes you fall in love with somone that's just no good for you. It's not your fault and in a way it's not their fault either- it just is. And I think that's what happened here. Heathcliff fell in love with the wrong person. I..."She looked down at her desk sheepishly. "Sorry, sir, I finished the whole book over the weekend, sir. It's just that once I started I couldn't stop." I smiled at her reassuringly. "Anyway, I like to think that Heathcliff would've found the right person if he'd only looked. I think the right person's out there for everyone, but you can only see them if you want to see them. The thing is, Heathcliff couldn't see anybody but Cathy."

Short Little Post...That's What She Said...=)

2005-07-10T14:00:00.000-07:00

Well since I have to work in a little bit, I'm not sure this is gonna be such a long post. I appologize for that. I spent my morning doing a lot of cooking/preparing. Made some delicious strawberry shortcake (yup, been craving that for awhile), cooked up some chicken for my white chicken chilli, and made grilled ham and cheese sandwiches for lunch. If you've never tried strawberry shortcake with milk on it, I urge you to at least try it. Just get your shortcake, top it with strawberries, and pour milk over it like it was a bowl of cereal. You may say, "But Mike, won't the shortcake get all soggy?" Duh. Fucking idiot, you poured milk all over it. But trust me, it will taste delicious. I was skeptical at first too, but then my grandma told me to stop being a bitch and try it. Now I love strawberry shortcake, and you will too.

My hate blogger has made their return. It's about time bitch. I almost started to miss you for a second. Your contributions to my blog were always so, I don't know, laughable? Now I have something to laugh at again, thank god. If you want, you can send me a picture of yourself and then I can have two things to laugh about. Oh, and thanks for adding a little something-something Cori. Much appreciated. The more people ripping down "bitch" the better. Hear that Kevin? The more the merrier! Anyway, happy returns "bitch," now fuckoffanddie- one word.

Talked to my mom about my internship for this coming year. She is okay with me holding off for a year to get into a different classroom, and for me to "find myself". Thank god. She was not happy at first, but I'm glad she warmed up to the idea. I guess she talked to a lot of her teacher friends and collegues at work, and they all thought that it was a good decision I was making. I am a little worried about the response from the college of education. They will probably not be too happy. Sigh. But you gotta do what makes you happy, right? Right? Right??? Another year to put myself together is just what the doctor ordered I think, especially with Kevin going through a lot of the same stuff I'm going through. Nice having that someone there to talk to who understands. Then next year who knows. Andy wants me to go out to Hawaii now. We'll see about that. They do have tons of teaching vacancies down there...and I have heard that Hawaii is a rather nice place. I'll just keep that idea under my hat for a bit.

Girls. Right. Ummm...well as always I'm not sure about a damn thing. I just honestly don't have a clue what goes on inside a woman's head. I try and try, but can't figure it out. This is a very frustrating thing. I've been talking to a lovely lady for a little while now on the phone late at night, and it's been rather nice. You know how some people say that you have a good friend when you can both just sit and do nothing together (or something along those lines...)? Well that's kinda how I feel. We can talk for forever about nothing in particular, and it's just nice. It's someone I can share my thoughts with. I still don't know though, maybe someday it'll lead to something. Once again, who knows. We shall see....

Sarah says that Kevin and I together are horrible. Apparently we are mean and "retarted". Huh. We are mean retards. Did anyone just have a funny mental picture of a mean retard in their head? I did. And if you did, please say it wasn't of Kevin and I. See, when I think of a mean retard, I think of the guy from Something About Mary who loses his baseball. Then I picture him beating people up and throwing his baseball at people. That is a mean retard. I would just like to say that Kevin and I are not like that in the least, although sometimes I lose my baseball and sometimes Kevin beats me up when I attack him. We are though, very nice guys (sometimes) with kind hearts (sometimes), who only wish the best for people (well, most people), and we would go out of our way to be kind and helpful to people (once again, most people). In short, we are god's gifts to you folks, not mean retards. You should all worship us and laugh at our jokes and make us dinner occasionaly and buy us new video games and occasionaly rub our feet when they are sore. Lets not be haters, lets be lovers. Especially you women. Lets love and make love. Emphasis on the make love. Hehe, naw I'm just kidding...but serioulsy, if you want to, I'm down for it. Twinkle twinkle baby, twinkle twinkle.

Okay, gotta get ready to go to work. Bleah. Closing on a Sunday night. Joy. It's with Tyler and Rachel, which means we will be busting out of that joint early and in gangsta style. That's just how we roll. 10:01? Yup, it will be done again. Peace out mother fuckers, I'll prolly write again tomorrow....Hollllllllllllllllllla!

~Mikey D

"I fell in love with her, Alice."

"Oh, as if you had no choice? There's a moment, there's always a moment. I can do this, I can give into this, or I can resist it. And I don't know when your moment was, but I bet there was one."

Kids and Shits

2005-07-06T18:40:00.000-07:00

I really want kids. Today at work I was working the drive-thru, and a mom came through with her two little girls. Cute as fucking hell. They both were waving at me and laughing (hopefully not at me...) from their little car seats. I gave them both a small cup of whip cream, and that just made them even happier. Their mom rolled down the window and they both, in unison, said "thank you"!!! I wanted to take them home with me. If their mom would have asked me, right there in the drive-thru, to watch her kids, I would have. I just can't wait for kids of my own. I'm just excited to be the father figure in their life. I wanna teach my son to play catch. Take my daughter to daddy-daughter dances. Even burp them and change their diapers. I don't know. I guess I should worry about finding a good wife first =). Then I suppose I should get a good job to support a family =). Then maybe kids...although I'm excited for that day =).

I want to write a book. Have you ever wanted to write something and publish it? I've written a few short stories for fun. If you'd like to read one, just IM me, or send me an email, or leave a comment here. They are silly love stories, but I think they're pretty good actually. I've never taken a creative writing class in my life, so I'm not sure how good my "style" is. But they are well-written and show effort. Anyway, I'd love for someone to read one and let me know what they think. But back to my original statement; I really want to spend a lot of time and write a book. I think I can honestly write a Nicholas-Sparks type book. I know the problems I would encounter when writing. I am a lazy person, and writing a book cannot be done half-assed. I would need to actually focus and put forth the effort. I know it will take a lot of time to write, and I have to be willing to stick it out. I know I might not be the best creative writer, so I have to be open to suggestions and criticism (something that I've never been good at handling really). I've been trying to figure out a plot and characters in my head. Very hard. I've jotted down a few ideas, but I'm not sure what direction I want to take it yet. I guess we'll see. And yes, it will have a romantic element to it. That's just the romantic in me folks. Deal with it!

God I sound like a gay fag in this blog. Oooo I want kids. Oooo I want to write a romantic love story. Oooo Oooo Oooo. Goodness. Speaking of being gay...Whenever you take a shit, and we're talking the shit that's been building up inside for awhile, and it comes all out and that rush of relief comes over you...well, do you ever wonder if that's a kinda gay feeling? I mean, it feels good when you push a big shit out, but isn't that the same feeling as having a dick inside ur ass? Not that I know, I'm just assuming that's kinda what it's like. I should just ask my brother...Hmmm...wow, I just reread what I wrote. That is some fucked up shit. I think I'm going to stop now...

Okay, my goal for this next paragraph is to not sound like a fairy or a gay fag. Lets see if I can do it...So Melissa at work introduced me to her friend Beth. I know, sweet huh? Interesting way of introducing me though. This is what she said: "Beth, this is Mike, he and Simeon think they're funny." My response: "Nice to meet you Beth. it's true though, we are fucking hillarious." I then turned and walked away. That introduction made no sense to me. What happened to just a, "Mike, this is Beth, Beth, this is Mike." Simeon wasn't even working, so I wasn't acting goofy. And think we're hillarious? Bitch please. We're comedians dressed in Beaner clothes. Solid gold. The next time Beth came in, I had her in stitches. It was fun =). I like making people laugh. Sometimes I suck at it, sometimes I'm okay. With Beth I'm good. Makes me feel good inside.

Whoa so found out some interesting shit from an inside source. A girl I may have liked/seen is a complete and utter whore apparently. I guess the other day she pulled out a piece of notebook paper and started to list off all the names of the guys she had either fucked or gave head to. And holy fucking shit, the list filled up the front of the first page, and filled up the entire back page as well. We're talking lined paper here folks. She wasn't printing in big letters. Ummm....right....so now I'm completely glad things fell apart between us when they did. The diseases that girl is probably carrying. I bet you if you get within five feet of this bitch the fucking std's will jump off her onto you. Damn. She looked so wholesome too. Looks can be deceiving I suppose. But damn, that's a lot of dick. WHY CAN'T I JUST FIND SOMEONE DECENT WHO WILL TREAT ME RIGHT?!?! Instead I find the whore of all whores. And I didn't even know! Yup, good job me.

Wow, two whole paragraphs without sounding like a homo. New world record. Sweet, a world record. Well bitches I'm out this mother fucker. Got shit to do home skillets. Hollllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllla!!!!!

~Mikey D

"Sleep now sweet princess, I'll cheer for you silently..."

Deja Vu

2005-07-05T23:25:00.000-07:00

Today I took a trip home to Saline with my little brother Andy to visit the old grandparents. This was my first time "home" since Christmas. As much as I hated living in Saline during high school, it is strangely comforting and nice to come home. Anyway, I was driving down Michigan Avenue, and I passed by Melissa's old house (for those of you who do not know, Melissa was my first love). I smiled for a second as I passed, remembering some of the old times we shared. I had my music on (as always); playing a little Blink 182, "What's My Age Again". I laughed a little inside, because I can remember six years ago driving home from her house playing my Blink 182 cd. I used to play that cd like it was going out of style. And it's funny how, even after six years, some things are still the same. I was pretty much driving home from her house playing Blink. Yes, it was weird and coincidental- I know. But it brought back some good memories, and made me realize that maybe time hasn't changed everything about me. Although I wish time would hurry up with this puberty thing. My voice cracked three times yesterday. Not cool dude. I've been on puberty for what seems like ten years now. Can I just have a deep man voice please???

So my grandparents got me a graduation gift! Completely unexpected since I didn't get anything for graduation from my parents (grrrr bad parents!)(......just kidding =) ). What did they get me you ask? Well, not the typical graduation gift. They are going to help me set up my retirement plan. Yes, my retirment plan. Fresh out of college and worrying about retirement. Goodness gracious. Forget about a gift I could enjoy now, this one I'll get to have fun with in forty years. So for those of you who wanted me to throw a graduation party....I will apparently be celebrating in forty years. You are all invited. I'm going to have a pool party in my future mansion. It'll be a pot-luck dinner, so bring some good shit....and gifts to celebrate my graduation. It's all good though, because I probably wouldn't set something up on my own because 1) I would never think to, and 2) I'm one lazy mother fucker. Anyway, thank you G-Units, you're the best =).

Okay, I've gotta open tomorrow, so I'm off to bed. Just felt like typing a little something-something. I've got more to say, and I'm sure I'll write again soon. Hollla bizzzzatches!

~Mikey D-whizzle

"Whoa Guys. Big Gulps, huh? Alright....Well, see ya later!"
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Mikey D's Top Fiddy

2005-07-05T01:29:00.000-07:00

In response to Adam's Blog, I've come up with my own top 50. This was quite a stressful, time-consuming, and tedious task. It was not easy to come up with this list. One of the rules for making the list was that an artist could only be used once. So sorry Bruce, Guster, Frank, and Bob, but only one song...oh and you too Deep Blue Something- sorry I couldn't put in some of your other smash hits. Oooooo that was low. Well it's your own damn fault the rest of your shit sucked. Don't hate on me. Anyway, there are some omissions that are quite notable. No Elton John. No John Lennon. No Rolling Stones. No Metallica. No Johnny Cash. Sorry folks. Sometimes I gotta put beautiful songs that I prefer, like Semisonic, "Act Naturally", over songs that I don't particularly like by artists that I don't really care for. So yes, this list does have some mike-bias to it, especially toward the middle to the end of the list. Without further ado....Mike's Top 50 of All-Time:

Mike’s Top 50

1) Neil Young~ Like a Hurricane
2) Bruce Springsteen~ I’m On Fire
3) Van Morrison~ I Forgot That Love Existed
4) David Bowie~ Heroes
5) Simon and Garfunkel~ Sounds of Silence
6) Righteous Brothers~ Unchained Melody
7) The Temptations~ My Girl
8) Don McLean~ American Pie
9) Bob Dylan~ Rolling Stone
10) Frank Sinatra~ Strangers in the Night
11) Eric Clapton~ Layla
12) Joe Cocker~ With a Little Help From My Friends
13) U2~ With or Without You
14) Beatles~ Hey Jude
15) Eagles~ Hotel California
16) Led Zeppelin~ Kashmir
17) Tim McGraw~ Don’t Take the Girl
18) Oasis~ Wonderwall
19) Live~ Lightning Crashes
20) Guster~ Either Way
21) Dr. Dre w/ Snoop Dogg~ Next Episode
22) Bush~ Glycerin
23) Smashing Pumpkins~ Today
24) Dashboard Confessional~ Hands Down
25) Ben Folds Five~ Brick
26) Garth Brooks~ Standing Outside the Fire
27) Allison Krauss~ When You Say Nothing at All
28) Cold w/ Aaron Lewis~ Bleed
29) New Radicals~ You Only Get What You Give
30) Blink 182~ What’s My Age Again
31) Third Eye Blind~ Motorcycle Drive By
32) Cranberries~ Linger
33) The Cure~ Pictures of You
34) Boston~ More Than a Feeling
35) The Verve Pipe~ The Freshman
36) Sugarhill Gang~ Rapper’s Delight
37) Pearl Jam~ Better Man
38) Taking Back Sunday~ Cute Without the “E”
39) Jimmy Eat World~ Sweetness
40) Offspring~ Self Esteem
41) Cheap Trick~ Surrender
42) Cream~ White Room
43) Deep Blue Something~ Breakfast at Tiffany’s
44) Matchbox Twenty~ Leave
45) Coolio~ Gangsta’s Paradise
46) Richard Marx~ Right Here Waiting
47) Bad Company~ Silver, Blue, and Gold
48) Semisonic~ Act Naturally
49) Martina McBride~ Independence Day
50) Savage Garden~ Two Beds and a Coffee Machine

Well folks there you have it. The top fifty songs of all-time as I see them. You can argue all you want with me, but it won't matter. These are the top fifty- period. Nope, don't wanna hear it. You are going to have to live with this list. It is like the word of God. So fuckoffanddie if you don't like it =). Holllllla bitches!!!!

~Mikey D

"It tasted like you, but only sweeter!"

What Lease?

2005-07-02T15:57:00.000-07:00

First and formost, let me congratulate Kev on finding a job! Wphew! You sure made things interesting (and by interesting, I mean stressful). For those of you who don't know, there was a lot of doubt this past month about our living situation for the coming year. First, Adam had to get his internship with the Lugnuts. And like the post office on weekdays, he delivered- after three long agonizing weeks of playing wait-and-see. Then, right before we were about to sign our lease, Kevin's parents said he needed to have a job before he signed. Now Kevin has spent the last couple of months diligently searching a tough job market for a job. So this forced Kevin to find a job, by this past Friday at 6 p.m.(our last day to sign), or we were screwed. Well, at 3 p.m. on Friday, I got a phone call from Kev saying he found a job with a tuxedo place. Just in the nick of time! He busted balls to find this job, and I applaude him for all his efforts and calmness. So Kevin and I signed the lease at 4:30 on Friday, and Adam signed on at 5:30. Praise the fucking lord, it's done and over. Like true procrastinators and lazy asses, we waited till the last possible seconds to get it done. But the key is that it's done. DONE! The three amigos got one more year together =)!!! This makes yours truly very happy indeed =) =) =).

Work was actually quite fun today. Honestly, I was dreading it. With Alex, Tyler, and Simeon out of town, and Austin unavailable for the weekend, that left me-the sexy beast- to work with an all-female crew. Don't get me wrong, I love the ladies, and I love the ladies of Beaners, but eight hours of only girls can be an estrogen overload. But Emily, Andrea, Jenna, Cori, and Kalyn kept me smiling and laughing all day today. Haha, Kalyn was cracking me up. We played the penis game (I'm sure you played it when you were in middle school...well, I still play it, so fuck off), and Kalyn, the true competitor she is, refused to lose. Her loud shouts of penis had me in stitches. And, as always, Cori made me laugh and smile. She's always something else (haha, I mean that in a good way, don't flip out Cori...I know you). Oh, and Cori, when we sat and ate breakfast at the counter, and you rested your head on my shoulder...my goodness. I wanted to just put my arm around you and...yeah, nevermind. I liked it though. It made me smile and feel good (yes, just a simple thing like putting your head on my shoulder made me feel good). Anyway, good day at work. Thumbs up ladies!

So the Fourth of July is coming up. Kind of not excited. Holidays are a weird time for me. I remember back when I was a kid and my dad used to take Colin and I to see the fireworks. We'd sit out on the grass with a snack and watch them go off, 'ooo'ing and 'ahh'ing the whole time. Nowadays, with my Dad and Colin in Maryland, my other little brother and sister in Saline, and my mom in Lansing, I don't get to do that anymore. Not that fireworks are that big of a deal at my age anymore, but it made the holiday fun. I wish I didn't take those simple moments, like watching fireworks, for granted. I'd kill for more moments like that with my family... So for this Fourth of July, I have my appartment to myself (my roomies are home with their fams), and it just feels very empty and lonely. I'll be trying to stay busy though. I'm spending the night with my friend the next couple nights (she's good company at least), and I work the next few days. So I will live and get by another holiday. But I'll be honest with you. I am extremely jealous of those people that can go up North with their families for a weekend at the lake, or even just those people who can watch fireworks with their families. I guess if you have a chance, try to enjoy those moments with your family. There may not be many more of them; you just never know. Holidays do make me excited for the future though. I can't wait until I'm a dad and can take my kids to see fireworks. Just picturing it in my head makes me smile =). First things first though, I gotta find Mrs. Right. One step at a time. Twinkle twinkle baby, twinkle twinkle.

Funny quote I heard from a sports talk show caller:
Caller: "That Maria Sharapova is the best thing to ever happen to women's tennis..."
Host: "Why, because she's drop dead gorgeous?"
Caller: "Hell yeah! I got tennis elbow watching her match the other day!"
Host: "I don't even wanna know how you...just nevermind.....uhh next caller!"

Haha, definetly laughed out loud at that one. Very funny indeed. Some people have no shame. I am proud to say I am one of them (See: Britney Spears Skit).

Okay folks, I'm getting out this bitch. It's been real as always. After reading Adam's blog, I've been trying to come up with a top-10, top-20 all-time song list. Very hard indeed. I will hopefully have my list ready for the next blog. I'm sure Kevin will post one shortly as well. Aiight folks, peace out my niggas!!!

~Mikey D

"You can't build a reputation on what you are going to do."
~Henry Ford

Alrighttttt...Giggidy Giggidy

2005-06-29T13:49:00.000-07:00

Well loyal readers, I am in a great mood today! Why you ask? Well, I have no fucking clue to be honest with you. I was up at 4 a.m. this morning so I could open the coffee shop, and now this afternoon/evening I have to write my history paper that's due tomorrow. Good thing my paper only has to be fifteen pages, and it's on a cool topic like Chinese farmers (that's sarcasm at its finest folks, incase you were slow on the uptake there =)). Ah, procrastination. What a lovely thing. Where would I be without it? Probably ahead in life; motivated and hard-working. Ha, who wants to be like that though? Seriously. You "Go-Getters" make me look like a lazy piece of shit. Which I am, but geeze, you don't have to go and prove it. Come on, have a heart. Assholes. Fucking Assholes. Fucking and Licking Assholes Assholes.

So I was thinking about Cori's question of what 'commodity' meant. Then I laughed. But then I started to think more about the word 'commodity'. Say it out loud. Do it! Doesn't it sound like there should be two 't's' at the end? Hmmm. Dit-ty. I've been trying to say the word 'commodity' where it only has one 't' sound, but I am struggling mightly. Maybe it's just one of those weird english words that is what it is even though it goes against some of the "rules" of the english language. Perhaps I will make a petition to change the spelling of the word. Who's with me??? No one? Sigh, okay. Fucking and Licking Dirty Assholes Assholes.

I HAVE A FAN! Her name is 'Manda' apparently. This makes me quite happy. Unlike others out there, I'm glad that people read my blog! Even the haters. Now I have one fan, and one hater. A little yin with my yang. There is now a perfect balance in the world. Maybe it's time I start a fan club. Yup, I think that's a great idea. I'd have to have some t-shirts. How about a giant penis on the front, with my blogger address 'magnumpenis' on the back? Too.....I dunno, what's the word....inappropriate? Agreed. We'll have to make the penis smaller so it's less obscene. Perhaps I'll just take a picture of my real penis and use that. Haha. Yup, that's right, I just ripped on myself =)! It's all good, cuz I've got the goods! No, seriously though. My penis is fucking huge =). Anyway...thanks for your comments Manda! Much appreciated, and I liked your advice. For your devotion, you will be the first to receive the 'Mike's Blogdiggity Fall Catalog'. In it you will find the hottest threads from today's top designers, like Fruit of the Loom. And, for the first time ever, horrid rapper/average movie star Nelly unleases his new fall collection of band-aids in the Blogdiggity Fall Catalog. Excited yet? Well, if your not, check out the coupon section in the middle of the catalog for great deals on our hot and steamy adult toy line-up. With a blog address like 'magnumpenis', you know there must be some good shit in there! Haha, alright alright, I'll stop. Geeze, don't get your panties in a bunch. Because that would be uncomfortable =).

Pistons draft? Excuse me while I hurl. Okay I'm back. Boooooooooooooooooo! Jason Maxiel? What? Yup, he fills a great void. We need a guard who can knock down a three when needed. Stoudemire comes to mind. Sigh. Apparently Maxiel is like a "Baby Ben". Whatever. We don't need a "Baby Ben," cuz we've already got a full grown Ben and his sidekick. Perhaps you've heard of him. He's the one-time North Carolina Tar Heel, mista Rasheeeeeeeeeed Wallace. And no Alan Anderson =(! Instead we get a high schooler and a point guard from Pepperdine. What the fuck Joe D? The Bobcats did well cuz they got some quality, home grown talent. That's gonna put some fans in those seats down there. Fo' realsys. The one thing that I like about Maxiel is that he is a hustler. I like that. Tenacious on both ends of the floor. What he lacks in terms of pure basketball skills he makes up for with grit. Still, a shooting guard would have been great...we'll see how it all goes I suppose.

Alrighty folks. As much as love writing in this bloggy, I gotta give some of my writing time to my history paper. Download the song "Paula Sparks" by Copeland. Gives me goosebumps towards the middle. Very well done. Anywho, peace out bitches! Hollllllllllllllla!!!!!!!

~Mikey D

"When your focus is on what would be better, or comparing what you have (or who you have) to the fantasy of something (or someone) else, it encourages a great deal of dissatisfaction and frustration." I gotta stop doing that...

Victory is Ours

2005-06-27T14:17:00.000-07:00

Have you ever caught yourself in the middle of doing something, and said to yourself, "How the hell did I end up here?" You should try it sometime. The next time you're in the middle of doing something- talking on the phone, working, watching tv, etc etc- just stop; and think about all the steps it took you to get to the point you're at. I do this all the time. Many times at work. I'll be making a drink, and I'll just think about how I ended up in Grand Ledge, Michigan after starting in Baltimore, Maryland. I did it last night too, on the phone with Andy. He was telling me a story about how he shit himself at work while trying to squeeze a fart out. If you would have told me 15 years ago I'd be sitting on my bed at night in Okemos, Michigan listening to my friend talk about shitting himself, I 1) wouldn't have believed you, and 2) became very depressed. I want so much more out of my life than what it has become. I want to retrace the steps of my life and be happy and proud. I want to smile because I'm happy with where I'm at. If you can, stop reading this blog and retrace the steps of your life. Are you smiling? If you are, tell me how you got to this happy point, because I honestly and truly want to know. What helped you not only get to where you are, but made you happy?

So Shannah got the assistant manager job at Dewitt. Kudos to her. This means that Marcy (a.k.a. cunt stabbing player bitch) must be on her way out. Can't say that I'm sad about that. I know Shannah will do a good job there, and I know she feels comfortable and happy there. The sad part is that I won't get to see her hardly at all. This saddens me. We used to be so close at work, and now we barely see each other. We have, literally, opposite schedules, lives outside of work, and live in separate towns. It's very hard to see or talk to her at all anymore. I miss those nights we used to go to Denny's after work and just talk. I miss sharing my secrets with her. It's rare in this day and age to find someone you can trust completely and whole-heartedly. Hopefully we can work something out where we can see each other regularly.

Girls, girls, girls. I saw a hot girl the other day, and the first thing I did? Checked her hand for a ring. What the hell?!?! It's come to this. I am actually looking at hot girls to see if they're married. I am getting old. Haha, although 22 really isn't that old. The whole thing shocked me a little at first. But, I regained my composure, and proceeded to check out her ass =). Yes ladies, I am still a male pig. Actually, it's your fault! Your asses are too nice and squeezable. If you had big fat ugly asses I wouldn't look at all....So anyway, this girl I like right now is quite the hot commoditity =). Apparently I'm not the only who likes her. That's okay though. I can play wait and see. Who knows, maybe someday something will happen. We shall see...

So my hate blogger has stopped responding. I do declare a temporary victory for the alliance of Kevin and Mike! Can't say that I'm surprised. You know the saying I just made up, "Bitches never win against Kevin and Mike because they are, well, bitches, and Mike and Kevin don't lose to no bitches!" And that was one "bitch" we weren't gonna lose to. You don't wanna start a verbal war with us. We're mother fucking word soldiers! (Kellen Winslow is in da house ladies and gents!) So "bitch", taking a line from my old friends Katie and Jessica......FUCKOFFANDDIE! One word.

Gotta go to work now, so this is Mikey D signing off. Peace out my niggas. Holllllllllllllllla!

~Mikey D

"Lying is the most fun a girl can have with her clothes on...but it's better if they're off..."

There's Always Next Year

2005-06-24T18:15:00.000-07:00

Soooo last night was a rough one for the P's. Strangely though, I wasn't as upset as I thought I'd be after the loss. Usually my stomach is just absolutely killing me after those types of games. I have to give all the credit in the world to the Spurs. They played like the champs last night, and they deserved it. There were a few things that I noticed about last night's game. One, Grep Popovich out-coached Larry Brown in the fourth quarter of that game. Switching Bowen to Billups and Barry/Parker to Hamilton was a wonderful coaching decision. He has a well-rested Barry/Parker ready to chase down Hamilton, and his defensive stopper on Detroit's biggest fourth quarter threat. There was no time for Detroit to make the neccessary adjustments in their offense. Second, the fouls. They put us in some bad spots last night. Losing Chauncy for a lot of the first half hurt us. Having McDyess and Sheed both having to sit out at the end of the third was the roughest though. For four minutes, the Spurs got to go against a 4 guard Piston offense. And not surprisingly, tied the game and took the momentum away from us. It kind of sucks that we weren't able to have our best out there when it mattered, but that's the way it is. Anytime you have Elden Campbell, Ronald Dupree, and Lindsey Hunter on the floor at the same time in the second quarter, you know something is amiss. Props to the P's though, they had one helluva season, and battled through so much adversity and tough times. Can't wait for next year fellas!

Simeon is quickly becoming one of my favorite people to work with at work. I was unbelievably tired this morning, but yet that kid and I laugh so much. We have, what I like to call, a "competitive humor" that we share. We just go back and forth making shit up, trying to one-up each other. It's very fun. I think that we are the only ones that find it funny though. "That's not funny..." as Cori likes to say in her silly Cori voice. Here's an example of conversation between Simeon and I:

(In our deep manly voices)
M: Simeon, I am such a man.
S: Yeah, me too. I love to go hunting and build things, just because I'm such a man.
M: Yeah, I know what you mean. Yesterday I went hunting. Killed like 12 cheetahs with my bare hands. I just ate them all raw. Even their fur.
S: The fur's the best part! Did you have go to Africa to kill them?
M: Yup, flew over in a plane I made myself. Made it out of bamboo sticks and sand.
S: That was a good idea. I wouldn't have thought to build it out of sand and sticks. I love building things. One of my favorite things to do is to go chop down lumber and build houses from it. I built a subdivision last week. You could say I'm kind of a big deal.
M: Yeah... well.... you know the Grand Canyon? Dug that puppy out myself.
S: Wow, that must have taken awhile.
M: Not really. I can dig pretty fast. Plus I had my escavator and dump truck with me.
S: You have a dump truck?!?! Lucky! When I had dig out the Mississippi river, I had to carry all the dirt and rocks out on my back.
M: That sucks man...Connecting a river to a gulf can be a bitch. Yeah, my dump truck is pretty much the best dump truck you can buy out there. Fully loaded. With hydrolics. It can dump more than any other truck out there. Tons of horsepower. Has more horsepower than there are horses in the world.
S: Wow. Yeah, all I drive is my Harley. I don't wear a helmet or anything, cuz I'm so tough. Even if I fell, I wouldn't get hurt cuz I'm tougher than ten year old beef jerkey.
M: We are such men.
S: Pretty much the manliest men in the world.
(End of convo)

So yeah, I bet just reading that does not seem seem very funny. Maybe hearing us say that would make it funnier. Or less funny for that matter. Who knows. It's nice to have someone at work I can joke around with like that, especially since Jared has left. Dammit. That kid needs to come back. Ah well, you never know...

Okay folks, I'm out this motha. Take care of yourself, and remember one thing. I ain't no playa. I'm the mother fucking coach bitch! Holllllllllla!

~Mikey D

"This is as real as it gets. This is as real as I can be...And it just feels right, floating around your room....And it just feels right, touching your hair....And it just feels right, holding onto what we had before, but I'm apathetic-with a capital 'A', and Im fading into this old shirt..."

Greatest Ever?

2005-06-23T12:43:00.000-07:00

So I was reading an article today on the Pistons in my school paper. The writer argued that the Pistons may go down as one of the greatest championship teams ever if they win game 7 tonight not because of their playoff record (which, overall, is mediocre at best), but for what they've done in the past two years during the playoffs. Going through 3 game 7's. Coming from three 3-2 deficits. Bouncing back from crushing losses (see New Jersey's triple OT win at Detroit last year, or Big Shot Bob's game five this year, or Kobe's 3 at the end of regulation during last year's finals game two, or even Reggie's big 3 in game one of last year's conf finals....the list goes on and on) with huge wins. Going through Guarn-sheeds, doubters, criticism, and quality opponents, the Pistons have got it done. As Lindsey Hunter likes to say, "This is how we do!" Does this make them one of the greatest championship teams ever? If you say you doubt it, then it must make them one of the best. The Piston's prove doubters wrong. Everything you think about this group of guys bucks sports trends. They do what people think shouldn't happen, won't happen, and historically never happens. I cannot remember a team like that in a long while. Sure, you have your Cinderella teams. One hit wonders. But if the Pistons repeat, they will have won twice...which means the first probably wasn't a fluke. And they've won against every kind of team. You've got your "superstar" teams in Miami and Los Angeles. Beat them. You've got your "team basketball" teams in New Jersey and San Antonio. Hopefully we can beat both =). And then you have Indiana, which is like looking into a mirror. Beat them too. Then there's the rest, the teams you're supposed to beat, the Milwaukees and Phillys. We got the job done. Sure, we weren't as impressive as the Laker's dominance over everyone a few years ago. But the Lakers never played a team like the Pistons. Jordan and his Bulls never played a team like the Pistons. What I wouldn't pay to see that match-up now. So yeah, I'm going to say that if the P's win tonight, we set our place in history as one of the greatest teams. Argue with me if you'd like.

So I'm reading "Good" by Nick Hornby now. Nick Hornby is the man. He wrote "High Fidelity" a little while back. Probably one of my favorite authors. I am a sucker for this modern day Brit lit. I eat it up like a hungry fat man and his cake. If you've never read a Nick Hornby book, I highly suggest checking him out. In this book, he writes from the point of view of a woman, which in my opinion, must be the hardest thing ever. I am, and will always, live under the philosophy that men will never be able to understand woman. So for Hornby to bravely accept writing this challenging way is very impressive. So far the book is excellent. I think it will be a quick little read. I also recommend Mike Gayle. Another Brit, he's spun off from the "chick lit" genre. Instead of writing stories that deal with problems of the modern day woman, he looks at life from a male's perspective. His books are a little slower to read, but he really does tap into what it's like to be a 20-30 year old male in today's world trying to figure out life and love. When you read his books, it feels like he's talking about your life, and you can relate to his characters very easily. Anywho, his new book, "Dinner For Two" is out, so go pick it up! "My Legendary Girlfriend" is his best work to date though. Oh, and Kevin, I will read that book you lent me! I'm saving it for my trip out west in a month, so I'll have Gayle's book and "The Long Walk" (different topics/genres) to read. Anywho, I guess that's the Blogdiggity's book report for the month.

Many happy returns to my cat Emily! I want to post a picture of her, but I can't seem to find it on my computer. Perhaps I deleted it. Anyway, I'd like to thank my brother Colin for finding her, and also not running her over. Driving home from work, a lost cat ran across the road, who just so happened to look like our lost cat Emily. Colin stopped the car, got out, called her name, and presto, out she came from the bushes! She's a little thin apparently, but happy to home. Losing that cat initially felt like getting punched in the face. We've had her for eight years, so she feels almost part of the family. Losing her was like losing a loved one. But I'm very very very happy to have her back =).

Kinda sore today. Played ball again yesterday, and I got the shit kicked out of me. I had a bad shooting day, and it was very frustrating. I settled for a lot of shots I shouldn't have. Anyway, whenever I get frustrated, I tend to get a little more aggressive and physical. Not overly physical, I just might take a shot a little harder up, or drive with a little more force...enough to draw more contact and feel it the next day =). So both of my arms are sore when I move them, which kinda sucks monkey balls. Ah well. Live and let die, right Guns and Roses?

Soooooo this career fair was supposed to be today. The one with the Chicago School District. Except I'm not going. Why? Because it's in mother fucking Chicago. Bleah. Apparently I didn't read the email they sent me too closely. Shame on me. I probably would have gone down to Chicago had I paid a little more attention. A day trip to Chicago would have been great, especially just to get out Lansing for a little while. And to get all dressed up in a suit and go to the United Center! I would have felt like an adult for a little bit. Like I was actually doing something with myself. Ah well, I'm sure there will be others. On the plus side, I've gotten a few letters of recommendations, so I'm building a solid resume. That is good.

Alright folks, gonna go take care of some shit now. Keep it real playas, I'll catch ya on the flip side. Hollllllllllla!

~Mikey D

"This Is Not An Option Nigga!"

2005-06-21T10:30:00.000-07:00

So this morning I was in the shower, getting all soaped up (don't worry, this isn't going where you might think it is...dirty bitches), when I had a mini-epiphony. The reason I cannot make decisions about my life is because I am not ready to make them yet. Here I am trying to decide my future and what I am going to do with my life, and I am incapable of making that decision right now. Well I shouldn't say incapable. I could make choices, they just might not be the right ones. You know what I mean. I'm just not ready! So what's the best thing for me to do right now then? Options. Have lots and lots of options. Bingo. The more options I have, the better. I don't want to give up on teaching, or anything else in my life for that matter. I just don't want to close any doors right now. With that in my mind, I want to explore a little. I do not think I am going to do my internship this coming fall. Instead I want to work a little. Beaners has treated me well, and I enjoy what I do there. I want to substitute teach a bit. It really helped Larissa want to be a teacher, and I'm hoping it will do the same for me. I want to get back into coaching tennis again, and I think I'm going to volunteer at the YMCA or something comparable to help with their programs. After a semester away from school, who knows, I may want to take some more classes, perhaps in a psychology (I've always been interested in becoming a school guidance counselor...). I want to go to career fairs, like this one for teaching in the Chicago school district, just to see what the job market is like and what is expected of me. If I decide that I want to teach in Michigan, I will do my internship next year. No hurry. This seems like the best plan to me. Instead of forcing myself to make decisions now, I will wait until I am ready to make them, and do things that will hopefully make me more ready.

Okay, enough with that. Now for something totally different. Back in the day I went to a small private school, The Banner School, in Frederick, Maryland from K-3. Bored the other day, I went onto my old alma matter's brand spanking new webpage. One of the sidebar links on the page was for "testimonials" or "testies" as I like to immaturely refer to them as. So I checked them out. My favorite quote comes from an actual, living, real life Banner School student! He says, "Banner is filled with wonderful teachers who challenge me so I can get the best education possible. Banner means a good future for me." Whoa, what fucking elementary school student talks like that? None that I know. The principal must be sucking his dick for quotes like that. Or maybe he's the son of this "anonymous" Banner School parent, who says, "Our children love to go to school! They are excited about each day and each new experience. It’s been a terrific experience for our entire family." Lady, your children are probably in your basement right now smoking weed and fucking each other. You are obviously not in touch with your children. Excited about each day and new experience? Bitch please. Your children are like all other children. They may like school, but they don't wanna go. Who wants to get up at six in the morning everyday? Hell, I'm a teacher and I don't even want to go. Sigh. Reading those testies made my old school seem more like a cult than a place of education. And the dress code! My goodness. They have set dates for short wearing! April 1st? Nope, gotta have you Banner School knickers on. April 2nd, okay, yeah, you can wear shorts. Just as long as they are not cargo shorts, and you wear a belt, and you wear them with one of the four approved polo colors- red, navy, forest green, or yellow- tucked in of course. Gotta look good and preppy for when the spaceship comes. Now I always liked Banner, but then again I was young and naive. I think I might be understanding now why my parents took me out of that school. Thank you mom. Thank you dad. I love you very much now.

You know what I realized lastnight? I have no patience. I am the most impatient person ever. I am so impatient that if I were traveling from East Lansing to Ann Arbor by the speed of light, I'd still be saying, "Are we there yet?" When it comes to my feelings though, I cannot help but to tell them. Keeping things inside of me kills me. If I were to ever get a tatoo, I still think a small heart somewhere on my arm (haven't quite decided where on the arm specifically) would be more than fitting. Wear your heart on your sleeve. I get that from my mom I think. Anyway, I may have told a certain someone how I felt about her lastnight. Not that that's a bad thing, just prolly wasn't the best time. You know me, Mr. Inopportune Time. Remember the whole Sarah situation? Very similar to that one =). But this time will be different. My feelings are out there, and she can do what she wants with them. She knows, and I can be content with that. You know, I should just get a mail-order bride. Yeah, that's the ticket. Those bitches are ready for you anytime! There is no inopportune time with them. Hmmm...The only thing I worry about is the quality of the person...you know, getting mailed overseas to a stranger doesn't say a whole lot...Well I just keep that idea under my hat for awhile. =)

The Pistons better win tonight. This is not an option Niggas! If you do not win tonight we have a problem (prolly my favorite D.C. skit). Anywho, I expect a maximum effort- focused and intense. I want them to grab the Spurs by the balls and squeeze. I want them to squeeze so hard that the Spur's balls go up from their ball sack through their dick and out their dickhole. Then I want the P's to shove them back through their dickhole back down to their ball sack. Then I want Darko to kick them repeatedly. 8 times in the nuts, 4 times in the back of the head, and 3 times in the mouth. And I want a Hamm-Slamwich tonight on top of all that. Is that so much to ask? If any team can win two in San Antonio, this is the one. A well coached, veteran, playoff tested, championship team. Have faith folks. WE CAN DO THIS!!!

Alright folks, I'll wrap this shit up. Thanks for reading as always. I know these blogs are always long, but I appreciate you spending the time. Holllllla at you later my niggas!!!!

~Mikey D

I wiped away a tear and kissed her eyebrow. "Friends should never be lovers."

Standing on tiptoes, she reached up and lightly pressed her lips against my ear. "Or lovers friends..."

My So Called Life

2005-06-17T22:45:00.000-07:00

"Mike, you are soooo weird..."

Sigh. You know how many times I've heard people tell me that in the last few weeks? A fucking lot! Look, I know I'm different. I know I'm not "normal" in a lot of people's eyes. I say offensive things ("I am pro rape," for example...just kidding about that by the way =)). I say weird ass things ("Lindsey Hunter can cum in my hair!"). My idea of fun isn't getting fucked up 4 nights a week like a lot of kids my age. I'd much rather sit and debate the differences between lakes and ponds, and puddles and ponds =) (although I'd prefer a different topic). I'll choose playing catch with a ball for an hour over going to the bar. Yeah, I do like Kelly Clarkson songs, like "Behind My Hazel Eyes," and I'm not going to be afraid to admit it. My mom always told me to do what makes you happy, and that's what I'm trying to do. That probably explains why I don't go to class...hmmm...but I digress. Kevin, you may not know this, but you've taught me a lot. I know you say all the time how you've made me the way I am now (like it's a bad thing). True, much of your personality has rubbed off on me. More importantly though you've made me become more comfortable being myself than I've ever been in my life. I'm not afraid to be me anymore. I just wish people would stop saying that I'm weird like it's a bad thing. You don't think I know I'm different? Jesus christ, just watch Intergalactic Gophers once. Just let me be me, and if you wanna be my friend, than great! I'm not an ass, I prolly wanna be your friend too! Anyway, I'm done talking about this stupid shit...

I went to dinner with my mom last night. It was nice because I haven't seen her in awhile. Sad because she lives literally five minutes away from me. Anyway, I got a chance to really sit down and talk with her. I told her that I didn't want to teach elementary kids anymore, but rather middle school students in math. I told her I was considering moving out of state, bypassing my internship in hopes of finding a real teaching job. Surprisingly she was all for it. She started listing off locations to go to. Military schools in Colorado. The relaxed atmosphere of Arizona. Florida. Maryland. Washington. She was more excited than me! Anyway, it was good to hear her give a stamp of approval to possible decisions I make. It really does take a lot of pressure off of me when I make them. Yup, so now I just have to make a decision. I hate decisions. I've never ever in my life been good at making them. Even stupid shit, like what to eat for dinner, I suck at. I'm so indecisive that I won't make a decision at all and end up not eating dinner. So anyway, hopefully these "life changing" decisions will be easier than choosing between tacos or spaghetti.

Sooooo apparently my sister wants a bikini to wear this summer when she goes away to band camp. Whoa. She is almost fourteen, but still. Supposedly all of the other girls at this band camp will be wearing bikinis when they go to lay out in the sun and swim. Hmmm. In this day and age, I can't say that I'm surprised to hear that. Still, I have to agree with my mom and veto the bikini idea. I'm not stupid, I was once a young teenage guy, and I know what I thought about all the time. Seeing teenage girls in bikinis would just make me go crazy. So I do not want guys ogling my sister. Let me repeat: NO FUCKING OGLING MY SISTER! I know that's what they'd do now. For being thirteen my sister has developed quite the set of breasts. They are bigger than most girls I know my own age. She does not need to be showing them off at that age. Sorry, not going to happen. I think I've already decided I am going to beat the shit out of every guy she dates. Before she goes on a date, I am going to just beat the guy till he's near death, just so he understands that if he touches my sister I will finish the job and kill him. I preemptive strike, if you will. Sending a message with violence. That seems like the right thing to do for sure.

Work was rough today. 6-1 shift. I'm not the best with these early morning work shifts. By the time 9 or 10 rolls around I just don't function so well. Got to work with Austin, Brittany, Alex, and Cori for most of the day. Pretty good crew, lots of Pistons talk. Wish I was in a better mood though. Austin is an interesting character. I don't think our personalities match at all, so it's always interesting joking around and talking with him. Today we had an argument/discussion over getting rid of paper money and replacing the money with implanted computer chips in people's hands. The idea was that money could be deposited into your hand, and it would be like an ATM almost. Austin was for this, I took the argument against. Austin argued that getting rid of paper money would do the environment a service (less trees wasted), and that time and energy could be focused on important matters (terrorism, weapons of mass destruction, etc.) instead of creating a new quarter design, coming out with buffalo nickels, etc. What a load of crap Austin. Instead of someone stealing your wallet and taking your money, robbers would just chop off your fucking hand. Greattttt........Banks would be pretty much useless, leaving thousands and thousand unemployed. And yeah, I'm sure so much time and energy was spent on creating new coin designs that it really affected our search for weapons of mass destruction. Not to mention the possible technical difficulties people will surely encounter with chips placed in their hand. Sorry buddy, interesting idea, but no. Just no.

This is a long blog, and I appologize. I heard the sickest commercial tonight. It was for tampons. A lady is shopping in the grocery store, and her friend just walks right up to her and begins a conversation. First words out of her mouth? "Does your pad ever get all wet and sticky?" What!?!? What ever happened to a simple, "Hello, how ya doing?" Jesus christ. Not to mention that is sick as fuck. Bitch please, don't make me hurl with that mental image. Gross, gross, gross!

Okay, I will end this shit, just cuz I know you're tired of reading. If you made it all the way through this, I am impressed. I will give you a pat on the back if you'd like. Or sexual favors if you are a smoking hot lady. Or sexual favors if you are just a lady. Pretty much what I'm trying to say is I will sleep with you if you're a girl and are between the ages of 14-55 (Simeon and I decided that is the true age limit for sex with girls/women). Okay kids, have a good one, I'm sure I'll write again soon =)!

~Mikey D

Little Girls

2005-06-15T17:15:00.000-07:00

First, kudos to the P's for finally showing up to play. They needed to make a statement in game 3, and they did. It's been so long since I've seen Piston basketball, so it was refreshing to see it again last night. There were countless great plays. Ben's steal and dunk off the opening possession. Rip's alley oops to Prince and Big Ben. Chauncy doing up Duncan on the fast break. Ben just being the man all night. I don't think it's even possible to pick a favorite play. I think my favorite part of last night was the physical play. I loved every minute. From knocking Manu out of the game for a bit, to literally laying out Tony Parker. We're mother fucking Detroit. We will knock you on your ass. Don't ever fuck with us!

Okay, so I went grocery shopping yesterday. I was about halfway done with my shopping, and deciding whether to get potato and bacon soup, or sirloin burger soup. Tough decision, I know (chose the potato). While looking, I went down to pick up the can of potato soup to look at the picture. As I did so, I hear a little whistle, and a "damn, nice ass". I quickly turned around to see who it was (praying to god that they were hot, and that all my bad luck with women would finally end), and ended up staring back at what had to be, at the oldest, an eleven year old girl. Sigh. Embarrassed and blushing, I tried to ignore her. To my dismay, her little friend showed up, and the two proceeded to giggle and try to flirt with me. "What kind of soup ya getting?" "Need some help?" Pathetic flirting, but hey, they were eleven. I wanted to tell them they could find their diapers down aisle eleven, but I resisted. Oye, this was awkward and not a good situation. I needed to escape. Then, their mom turned the corner with her cart, just in time to see her little girl trying to pick up an older (yet irresistable) guy. My god. I grabbed my soup, said see ya, and pushed my cart to the next aisle, fleeing as quickly as possible. The only problem is, when you shop from aisle to aisle, and the people in the same aisle as you are shopping from aisle to aisle, you naturally end up in the same aisle time after time together. Soooo being the smart guy that I am, I just started my shopping over again from the first aisle, to avoid any possible interactions with the young lolitas. You might say that's a waste of time, but I call it double-checking myself. I sure as hell don't wanna miss a good sale on some waffles, now do I? Didn't think so. My plan worked perfectly, and I did not run into the young whores for the rest of my shopping trip. On the drive I home I wondered how the whole situation would have been different had the girl been a knockout, twenty year old blonde with a nice ass. I concluded that we would have had sex right in the middle of the soup aisle, and it would have been fantastic and orgasmic. Yup, knowing me that's exactly what would have happened...

Work was pretty fun today actually. I was in a good mood all day, which never usually happens. Got to work with Alex, Jenna, Brittany, and Emily today. Jenna and I were in a zone on the machine today. We handled the 8 a.m. rush like pros (which technically we are). It's pretty cool (and I know you wouldn't understand unless you worked at Beaners), because you just know (on intuition) what the other person is doing when you're both trying to prepare drinks. As dumb as that sounds, it's a good feeling when you're making ten drinks at once. Anywho, Jenna and I were the shit, bottom line. Alex and I came up with a cool handshake. Simeon and I decided to roast Andrea after letting ninjas kill her. She didn't like that idea. And we made disgusting chills for each other to try. Mine tasted like toothpaste, which is good, because the others tasted like pig vommit. Overall, solid day at work.

Special thanks to Kevin for helping me put pictures up, and also setting up my links. Thanks a bunch. I know those links and pictures add a whole new dimension to my blog. Makes it 3927932074 times better.....right......

Okay, I got a crap load of shit to do....haha crap load of shit, that's funny.....anyway, so I have to get going. I'll holla at you cats later. Peace out my niggas. Holllllllla!

~Mikey D

Big Bird

2005-06-13T21:01:00.000-07:00

"Well paint me yellow and call me Big Bird!"

Kevin was kind enough to send me this lovely picture. This is me yellow and annoyed. I look like one scary mother fucker. Like I'm about to kill somebody. Who wants to mess with the big yellow Mike? Come on, I dare ya. That's what I thought...pussy. =)

Haircuts

2005-06-13T13:01:00.000-07:00

I absolutely HATE haircuts. They are the worst things ever. Is it even possible to get a good one? I don't think so. It doesn't help that I have the shittiest hair to cut. It goes in 839284983 different directions, and i have little cow licks and shit in weird places. Once again I was reminded of this today, as my haircut lady remarked, "you know, your hair is very hard to cut." Wow. What the hell is that supposed to mean? Did you fuck up or something? Or did you mean 'hard' as in your scissors are too weak to cut through it. Gee, either way, doesn't make me feel too good. I suppose it was better than the lady who cut my hair last summer, and after a half-hour just gave up. She litterally put her scissors and clippers down and said, "That's it. That's all I can do with this..." Needless to say, she received no tip. So, today I received another shitty haircut that I must deal with. Yay. Life is good. Except for haircuts.

Damn Pistons! Boy it was tough to watch last night. I feel like were missing that special something that last years team had. It makes me sick watching this team fall apart in the finals. Seeing Ben Wallace complain to officals constantly just makes me shake my head. Watching Rip and Chauncy both get technicals tears me up inside. Where's the poise? The class? The determination? The effort? We look like a bunch of babys playing a far superior team. These guys need to get their shit together fast. They need to get their heart back, and they need to start playing as a team again. You know, "the right way," or L.B. might as well just get an early start on packing his bags for Cleveland.

I'm going to keep this little post short and sweet today. I rambled too much the last couple. I had a pretty shitty weekend to be honest with ya, so there's no need to write too much about that =). Next time expect a longer Blog though. I like typing these things. Adam make a damn blog you knucklehead. Kevin....you were supposed to help me. I blame it all on you. Okay kids, as the great and fantastic and legendary rapper Fabolous likes to say, hollllllla!

~Mikey D

"Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt that I love." ~Shakespeare

Destruction

2005-06-10T00:05:00.000-07:00

So before work today, Kevin and I were kicking the Ben Wallace ball around (yes, the Ben Wallace ball with all of the diseases mentioned in blog numero uno). Good story, huh? But wait, there's more...While kicking it around, interesting observations were made. On one errant kick off of my less than accurate foot, the ball headed for our kitchen table- straight for the plate of baked beans I had the previous night. Strangely, Kevin and I did not budge an inch, but merely watched the ball skip over the plate of baked beans (which is now gross by the way). Why didn't we try to stop the ball from hitting the plate? Did we want to see the ball hit the plate??? Then, we proceeded to kick the ball into lots of things around our apartment. We hit the football helmet near our door. We hit the ceiling fan (sorry Adam, I know you don't want to hear that). We hit our entertainment center doors. Our reaction to each direct hit? Laughter. Lots and lots of laughter. So, this leads us to one conclusion. Breaking shit or hitting shit is pretty damn awesome. We want destruction. Destruction is, apparently, cool. If you would have asked me before we played our little game of "kick the ball" if I wanted to hit a plate of baked beans with a ball, I'd say no. But seeing the ball headed for the baked beans during the game...ohhhh I wanted nothing more than for it to smash into that plate and send baked beans everywhere. That would have made me laugh extra hard- because destruction is cool.

I downloaded like 75 songs today (in the span of a half hour) on Limewire. That's a lot of illegal activity for one day in my opinion. I am like the Blackbeard of music pirates. Arrrgh Arrrgh Arrrgh! I just did that voice out loud. In Mr. Crabs voice. You know, Mr. Crabs from Spongebob. He goes Arrrgh Arrrgh Arrrgh too. He also says things like, "Me millionth dollar," and "Spongggggggggebob!" Yeah, now you know who I'm talking about. I'm pretty sure that Blackbeard the pirate sounds just the same. I'm pretty much a pirate expert.

Worked kinda sucked tonight. I had to close tonight, and then tomorrow I've gotta open. Oye. That's a lot of Beaners. Cori you owe me. I'm fucking tired right now, and I'm going to blame you. Tickles would be nice. Just keep that under your hat. Anyway, Tyler and Kalyn closed with me tonight. It was such a bleah night. Usually Tyler and I carry on and on, but that wasn't the case tonight. Ah well. I'm gonna miss Jared though. He's one of the finestkind of people I've come across, and I'm glad to call him my friend. Giving him a hug goodbye and seeing him shed a tear meant a lot. It meant he's gonna miss Beaners and our good times too. On the plus side, he's going to be in our fantasy football league next year =). Yeeeeeeeeeeah boyyyyyyyy. Speaking of which, holllllla at me if you would like to join. Spots will be tight, as we only wanna have eight people in this league. I think right now we have five or six. So lemme know. Or Adam. Or Kevin. Whoever. Fuck it.

So I got an email today about a job fair coming up at the end of June. It's put on by the Chicago school district and it's for teachers. Apparently they're looking for some teachers this coming school year. I'm still so confused about what the hell I want to do with my life. Do I do this internship? Do I get the hell out of Michigan? Do I take more classes? I need a little direction, and I have none. Sigh, very frustrating. I think I'll check out this career fair though. Couldn't hurt, right?

I saw Shannah today. Didn't get to talk to her though, she was in a hurry to go somewhere. Boy do I need to talk to her. She gives good love advice from a girl's point of view, especially to me, cuz she knows how I am. I hate keeping things bottled up inside of me, especially my feelings. I like a girl, and it might be totally wrong that I like this girl (she's a little young), but she makes me laugh and smile- and I like and need that. I just don't know. I know it's just a matter of time before I breakdown and go tell this girl how I feel. Giant sigh.

I really should put some pictures up here or some shit. Hey Kev, if you read this, remind me about that. Remember you have to show me. And one of those polls. Oh, and my links. Damn, there's a lot I need to fix and do. Oh, and Kev, we should play some golf sometime. You too Adam! Hmmm. You know what's weird? I'm typing like I'm talking to you right now Kev, and you're like 10 feet away in your room. I could easily just ask you to help me with this shit, and tell you I'd like to play golf sometime. Wow, this is really the epitome of laziness. Ah well. Like my mom never once said, don't try to be something you're not. I'm lazy. I'm not going to try to be not lazy.

Yes, I know what you're thinking! "Wow, this dumbshit won't stop rambling on and on. When the fuck is he going to wrap this damn blog shit up?" Well, this is it. My last paragraph. No need to get your panties in a bunch. And no need for profanity either. Fuckers. Alrighty folks, since I must be up in five hours, I will bid you all a goodnight. Sweet dreams folks. Also, "Dream On" is not the best rock and roll song ever Uma Thurmon. Dumb whore.

~Mikey D

Random Thoughts

2005-06-07T09:36:00.000-07:00

Just some random thoughts today...I was thinking on my walk home today that historians, on a whole, have more of an understanding of the world than most everyone else. During my four years at MSU, the professors that seem to make the most sense to me have been the historians. They think and talk in a manner that is not only intellectual, but logical and understanding. Historians view the world, by nature and practice, in a way that looks at what is truly there; making inferences when inferences can be made, and not being haste in jumping to conclusions about events, people, and situations. Now not all historians are like this. But I do applaude the true historians that try to look at an illogical world in a logical way and make sense of it. And for most historians, their views of the past and present are not, as many would like to criticize "the word of god". Many feel that historians only offer strict interpretations of history, and thus are narrow minded. In actuality, however, historians are offering mere contributions to society to help expand on ideas and understand ourselves. Contributions is the key word.
What's interesting to me, being an elementary education major with a history minor, is the two schools of thought that I am being taught simultaneously. In my teacher education classes, a more postmodernistic theory is being used. What's interesting about that is that it is the postmodernists are in many ways complete opposites of historians. For example, postmodernists look at works by historians as being subjective in nature, and that a historians ideas and thought process cannot be objective no matter how hard one tries to be. Postmodernists thus look at historical works and interpret the language of the text rather than the actual content and meaning. Postmodernists deconstruct a text and try to decipher truth from subjectivenss. In the classroom, postmodernist theories are very prevelant. In my teacher education classes we are taught to encourage student based inquiry. This means letting the students run the classroom. For example, if students are interested in insects, then the teacher would do a unit on insects. The students should be the driving force of the classroom, not the teacher. In college classrooms, decentralization of the classroom is becoming more and more prevelant. Many classrooms feel that the teacher should not be the one that provides all of their ideas and knowledge about a certain subject. The common theory is that every person in the classroom comes to class with their own "expertise" and knowledge about a subject, and that no one person's ideas should be more important than anothers (Sounds a little like communist thinking in a way, but i digress). If a teacher expresses their dominance over classroom thinking, then ideas become centralized and narrowed towards the teachers. Thus, free thinking and ideas are not promoted.
It is very interesting how I spend my mornings looking at a historian's perspective in my history class, and then I spend my afternoons looking at postmodernist's perspective in my teacher education class. For me, I'm more of a historian. I feel as though I'm a logical kind of guy. I've always done well on school writing assignments because I had a chance to sit down and look through my research, organize it in a systematic manner, and present my thesis in a coherent and logical way. That's just the historian in me I suppose. I struggle to grasp the postmodernists view, especially when it comes to education and the classroom. If the student's are leading their thinking, what's the point of the teacher? Especially in a college class. For example, in my current history class we are learning about rural peasantry. The entire class knows little to nothing about rural peasantry. Without having that teacher present, we would have no way of carrying on a thoughtful, intelligent, and schollarly discussion for three hours. I believe the teacher should act as the facilitator in the classroom, and do more guided learning, rather than ever popular studet based inquiries and decentralizing of the classroom.
Okay, that was my little random thought of the day. I have no idea what brought that about or why I was thinking about it. Oh, also on the way home from class today I got an erection. My shorts rubbed me just the right way. Yes, it was big. I know you were wondering =).

~Mikey D

Bobby Higginson Is On My Ticket

2005-06-05T23:00:00.000-07:00

Today Adam, Kevin, Stacey, and I went to the old ballgame. Quite the time trying to get there. I would just like to reiterate that women cannot drive, they cannot navigate, and will forever and always be far less superior to men in anything that relates to cars or traveling. It took us over two hours to get to Gross Point, when in actuality it should have taken us a mere hour and a half. But why did it take so long you ask? Faulty directions. Given by a woman. Typical. Granted there was fifteen minutes of traffic (caused by a woman, no doubt), but not enough to slow us down that much. Shame on the people who allowed women the right to drive. We gave them their rights to vote, and to be "equal" and shit, but do we have to let them do everything us men do??? Come on people...

The game itself was fantastic. My Baltimore Orioles won 6-2. Kind of a sloppy game, but the weather was nice, the seats were great, and the game moved along quickly. I even stole some peanuts from the kids in front of us. As wrong as that sounds, I felt rather happy doing it. Knowing that I didn't have to pay $4.50 for peanuts was a great feeling. As I look in my wallet now, and I see that extra four bucks, and I can only wonder what I will do with it. Plus the peanuts were delicious. If they were bad tasting, I probably would have been mad at myself for stealing shitty peanuts. But nope, they were good peanuts I stole from the kids.

Quote of the day: "Where's my water bottle???" ~Tiger's Usher
Seeing this old man flip out over his bottle of water was quite a treat. He went to wipe somebody's seat off, and when he returned, he bottle of water was gone. He asked all the people in the row he left it, and then started combing the aisles for his fifty cent water. It was quite the sight. I really wanted to go up to him and say, "I don't where your water bottle is, but the water in it was delicious." But I didn't do it, because he would have punched me really hard. I chose health over injury.

Women Update: So Sarah calls me on the phone, and the first words out of her mouth are, "Have a girlfriend yet?" Ah, Sarah. I'm doing fine, thanks for asking. Gotta love the blutness. No girlfriend though. That's okay, I'm not too concerned. I know I promised I'd talk about the ladies more this blog, but I decided against it. I won't bore you. Details about possible love interests will be forthcoming. Promise....again =)

Helped edit Cori's video today too. This new editing program is the shit. Love it a lot. Edited the entire thing in an hour and half (which is impressive). The quality is great and the extra features it provides are outstanding. Speaking of editing, which we were, Intergalactic Gophers epidsode two is nearing completion. We are just a few minutes from filling another half hour episode. If you would like a copy of our show, we can send one to ya. Just drop us a line at IntergalacticGophers@yahoo.com. That's my shameless plug for our home movies show that will probably never be seen outside our circle of friends...unless some random person reading this blog would like a copy, we'd be more than willing to send you one! (for the love of god, please request one)

I'm going to try to put some pics and stuff up here next time, as well as fix my links. Kevin is going to have to show me how though. So until next time.....enjoy this shitty blog.

~Mikey D

My First Blog

2005-06-03T23:31:00.000-07:00

Well, this is my first ever blog! How exciting. By exciting, I mean not so exciting, because if I say it's exciting, I sound like a big dork. What would a better word be? How...milding entertaining? Average? I dunno....wow this blog thing is off to a great start...

Anywho, I guess I'll start by telling you folks about my day today. Pretty much one of those awesome days in the life of Mike. It started off with me waking up to my screeching alarm. I arose out of my bed....butt naked. I crossed the room to turn off my alarm....completely naked. I then proceeded to the shower, with my penis flapping in the light breeze that filled our apartment. I then flipped on the hot water and took a shower in my bathing suit. It was a speedo. Serious. I don't want Adam or Kevin germs on my dick. Gross. (Just fucking with ya guys.....ummm errr not literaly though.....I'm just gonna stop while I'm sucking at this talking thing)

Work was a blast as always. I got to work with Brittany, Anne, Alex, and Jared. I'm gonna miss Jared and Anne =(. They are both leaving in a week. Sigh. Goodbyes are always rough for me. Goes back to the goodbye I had with my dad nine years ago. If I don't cry, it'll be amazing. Oh, there were trainees at work today =). I fucked with them all day. I hid stuff from them, told them they were making shitty drinks, and teased them unmercifully. Why you ask? Cuz I'm a giant fucker. Naw, it's all in good fun. A little rookie hazing if you will. Highlight of my work day was talking about Brittany with Anne, and saying how she was going to give it up to her boyfriend. Brittany walked by and said, "give up what?". All I did was stare at her womanly pubic region. She laughed and was in tears for a little while. I suppose you might have to have been there, but trust me, it was funny =).

Quote of the day: "Sooo, Harvard, that's in Boston, right?"
"No, actually it's in Massachusetts."
Dumbfuck.

Domination of the day: Me in basketball. Three games of 21. Hit pretty much every shot that I could possibly hit. It was pretty awesome. On a scale from one to ten, it was a 7. That's pretty awesome mother fuckers.

Store that pissed me off the most: Best Buy in Okemos. You stupid arrogant pricks. I just had one fucking simple question, and you gave me the run around for half an hour. You're lucky I am such a nice guy or I would have taken one of those fancy smancy flat screen t.v.s and stuck it straight up your dick holes. Then I would have punched you in the face until you fell on the ground, and then I'd proceed to kick you in the nuts until you bled and cried. When you stopped crying, I'd piss in your ear. Stupid fucks. I hate you. You didn't even have the shit I came for! What the fuck!

Love: I told Shannah. She knows what's up. I cannot divuldge any information in this blog at this time. If you wanna know, ask Shannah. She's my homegirl. My main squeeze. My bestest buddy in the whole wide world. Yeeeeeeeeeah Gurrrrrrrl. Plus she can keep secrets and be trusted. I like that =). Anywho, next blog I'll talk more about ladies. Promise.

Final side story: Kevin and I found trash on the side of the road and searched it. We were hoping for a cool chair or table, but we found nothing of the sort (at least worthwhile to take home). We did, however, find a cool Ben Wallace mini-basketball. We both decided it was full of diseases. Kevin then wiped the ball all over me. I now carry diseases. Stay away from me. Oh, and the ball is in our living room now, and it is fun to kick.

That's my first blog. They will get better, promise. Ladies and Gents, this is Mikey D signing off. Peace out my Niggas. Holllllllla!

~Mikey D