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Through all the excitement this weekend. I managed to get my hands on 2 pairs of tickets to the Yankees vs. Rangers game on Tuesday. They are lower level tickets and I got them for very cheap and a free parking pass thanks to CRAIGSLIST. For those of you who are unaware of Craigs List. It is comparable to a giant garage sale, only this one is on the internet. It is awesome! Some might say that is rivals ebay to the upmost.


    VS. 


 


Here are our seats… not too bad….



Should be a good time. If anyone wants to come down and go with me. I have an extra ticket that I will be selling at the game, but if you want it, it is yours free of charge….

L.G. Fuad

Where shall we begin….


I’ll start with Friday morning. I get up normal time and get in my truck. Everything is fine and even the trip to work went smooth as compared to some days when traffic is nuts. On Friday’s, I get off around 12:30 because of how summer hours work around here, so 12:30 I walk down to my truck get in, turn the key and it won’t start. It’s not the battery I know because it keeps spinning but just won’t fire. I call Pops to see what he thinks and tells me to call a wrecker and take it to a Ford dealer. I do so, free of charge thanks to Cingular and I go to the Ford dealer. I leave the truck with them and walk like a mile and a half to Taco Bueno because I am starving and I wait for my roommate John to come and pick me up. This was around 5 when he picked me up. It made for a long afternoon. Flash forward past Friday evening to Saturday morning. I get a call from the dealership and they say the fuel pump is out and it is gonna be 700 dollars to replace. No thanks. I borrow John’s truck, go to dealer, call another tow truck and take it to Pep Boys where they charge significantly less to do the same thing. I could keep going but to get to the end, Sunday came around and my truck was ready.


A long weekend, several hundred dollars later, a stiff drink or two and my truck is working again…


**note: Throughout this whole process, I didn’t get upset or frustrated or anything because I knew there wasn’t anything I could do about it. Baby steps, my friends, baby steps.

It’s a double pack and it’s spring scented!!

Oh how I hate to play basketball with douchebags! There is this one guy that plays up where I play down here in Dallas. He is a douchebag. All he does is talk, do a no look pass when he is checking in the ball (wtf?), and then hang out behind the three point line telling people what to do and what they are doing wrong. If you have ever played with me and my friend Skoal (Cole) then you know that this is one thing that bugs us the most. We have nicknames for guys like these… it’s Coach K. This guy never takes it to the hole, he plays in cargo shorts (the same ones everyday) and then has like rock climbing shoes that he plays in. He think he is a stud in every aspect of the game and he is far from that by every mean. I’ve played with him the past two weeks and Sunday night was the first time he ever gaurded me (mind you, he has talked shit to me once or twice previous to this encounter). So this was a pleasant surprise to see him gaurding me. I dominated him. I drove on him, I posted him up, I busted in his eye on several occasions. It was glorious. He told me I was only going to score two points on him this one game and I ended up scoring like 7 counting out loud everytime I scored. Anyways, the moral of the story… don’t be a douchebag and run your mouth if you can’t back it up especially if you were to face someone one on one and get dominated…. word!


 +    + ME =

Keep swinging that pimp hand strong….

Quote of the Day


“We’ve already allowed gay couples to get married and adopt kids just to turn other people’s children gay…”   


               – Stephen Colbert, T.V. Personality


I have noticed that since moving down to Dallas and really having nothing to do on the weekdays, I have gotten into quite the groove. Here is my daily routine for pretty much everyday day on the work week….


Starting in the A.M.


7:20 – (I’m sleeping on the couch) First alarm sounds and I hit the snooze


7:29 – Second alarm sounds and I hit the snooze


7:38 – Third alarm sounds and I get up and make my way toward the bathroom


7:39 – 7:50 – Prep myself for work that day… usually consiting of brushing my teeth, washing my face, getting dressed, and doing my hair which I don’t really do anymore


7:51 – Turn on Sportscenter just in time to catch the Top 10 of the Day


7:59 – Leave for work


8:07 – 8:32 – Fight through Dallas traffic just to make it to work on time, which I usually don’t


8:36 – 5:28 – Surf the internet checking facebook, myspace, email, and any other website worthy of my time and at this juncture of my internship… any website is worthy of my time except the ones I can get in trouble for looking at. At 11:00 a.m and again at 3:00 p.m. I eat a peanut butter and honey sandwich and drinking tea, water, and coffee throughout the day.


                                


5:31 – Head for home


6:10 – Get home frustrated from the traffic, and flip on the t.v. to FX and watch “That 70’s Show” 


6:30 – Head to the gym to play basketball 


  


8:30 – Get back from the gym and drink many glasses of water, take a shower, and get ready for bed. I’ll eat dinner sometime after this and dinner is usually like a sandwich of some sort or maybe a tortilla with cheese and that’s usually it.


10:00 – Flip back and forth between ESPN and the Food Network watching Sportscenter and Good Eats w/ Alton Brand.


      


10:30 – Watch the Colbert Report on Comedy Central



11:00 – Turn off the t.v. and go to sleep only to repeat what happened the day before (kind of like Groundhog Day with Bill Murray)



Ending in the P.M.


I usually don’t deviate from the path much and if I do it is usually at work when I actually have work to do and then I try to extend that work to make it a whole days woth in order to have something to do throughout the day. But that is my life in a nutshell whilst here in Dallas for the summer until July 28th. Looking forward to the school year actually. Weird.