Another Great Post From The Prestige

Fellow bloggers... whats up???

I got a couple of gripes today. First, why does everyone automatically assume when you wear a cast/ACE bandage on your wrist that you've been jerking off too much? I hurt my wrist playing basketball(I fell) but people ask me how I hurt it expecting me to say "yea, i wacked the weasel like 15 times yesterday". I swear it was basketball.

Also, I'm seeing this "labels for this post" at the bottom of the screen here, and the first example is scooters. WTF??? Am I the only blogger out there not writing about scooters? Seriously, they could have come up with a much better first example...music, life or general would have done just fine.
So there!

And lastly, does anyone else find it awesome that February is almost over. YEHAHHAHHAHASSS

A Night At The Oscars

So I tuned into the Oscars for like 30 minutes Sunday Night. I turned it on at a good point in the show. Wil Ferrel, Jack Black, and some other funny dude sang an awesome song, the cute little girl from Little Miss Sunshine proved that she can read and Wil Smith's kid can't, and Al Gore showed America that Global Warming has made it so hot outside, he cannot exercise which explains why he looked like a balooga whale in his tuxedo. Seriously, the guy is having weight issues.

Alas, this week is going to suck at school(3 tests 1 big paper) and I am quickly considering ending my lent pledge of no myspace or facebook. I'm not sure yet.

*update*

I just noticed on Yahoo that The Departed got Best Picture, which makes sense. It was one of a couple of Oscar nominated movies I saw this year in theater. I don't remember it well, just that I was not a big fan. It was weird, long, and not very clear. I guess that makes it Oscar-worthy.

Hearing the Attorney General

was like listening to one of the CD's that has running water and chirping birds on it and it makes you want to fall asleep. A.G. Alberto Gonzales came to our school today to talk about something and he put me to sleep. It probably didn't help that I was exhausted, but he was a pretty quiet, simple talker. Either way, he talked for like 45 minutes, and I think I was awake for 10 of them. Oh well. Here's to it being almost friday. Cheers.

What to give up for lent?

Dear blogosphere,

I'm trying to think of something to give for lent?
I know it started today and I'm late. Forgive me.
And make a suggestion.

Thank You Mr. President

This weekend was kick ass! My mom was here. We rocked Denver and the Springs going shopping, seeing movies, and eating like crazy. I turned 20, which was cool. No longer a teenager, but other then that no big deal right? I was away from the computer for 3 days which is nice, but different. Unfortunately I thought of cool things to blog about all weekend, then forgot what I wanted to write. Oh well. No cool bloggins, just a cool Sean!

Chillaxin to the maxin.... Happy Late SAD day!

Gosh, so I've been holding out for some time now, trying not to switch my blogger over to the new google system. Pretty much just because I was lazy. Alas, that is my reason for not blogging in a hell of a long time. I guess you could also say it was a moment of silence for Donnie getting rid of blog...again. WTF?

Well anyways, happy (late) Singles Appreciation Day. I know it was yesterday along with that other holiday, but o well. I appreciate being single, sorta. I just noticed that I have the tendency to like girls that have boyfriends. Like I've done this for 3 years now. Whats up with that?

In other news, I've had 3 tests in two days and I have another one tomorrow. Crap nabbit.

Soccer Rocks My Socks

Today has been quite traumatic for me physically. I took the Academy's Physical Fitness Test (PFT) this morning, and managed the same score I got in the Fall, which I was pleased with. It still managed to kick my ass, leaving me feeling tired, and caused me to puke up my breakfast after the last part- a 600 yard run.

This afternoon provided more exercise, but in a much more enjoyable way. I played intramural soccer. It was freezing. There were patches of ice on the field. But it was awesome. I forgot how much I love the worlds best sport. I played midfield, and ran like crazy, narrowly avoiding injury. At one point I did get kneed in the balls which hurt like a bitch. But I got revenge by spraining the other kids ankle like 4 minutes later... HAHAHAHAHHAHA. Just kidding. Or am I?