Summer 2007, I am almost 17 years old.

As you and I well know, I barely ever write in this blog now. Facebook has now taken over my life. Kind of. This past July has been so jampacked that it felt like I was trying to stick a size 12 foot, into a size 6 shoe. Summer school was quite informative. Working as a camp sounselor was and still is great. And maintaining my training has been quite the challenge. Throughout all this productivity and non stop working, I've learnt one thing more importantly than anything else: cherish your weekends.

It's not like I don't like keeping myself busy but you need to recharge sometimes. I now live for my weekends like you wouldn't understand. I get to sit back and finally do what I was born to do: eat when hungry, and sleep when tired. Life is great, life is great.

Just today I came across an article that has taught me more than any other article. If you are actually caught reading this sad, sad blog, then I think the very least you could do to redeem yourself is read this article at http://www.t-nation.com/readArticle.do?id=1663686&cr=atomicDog .

Other than constantly staying on my toes and embracing the weekends, I still have difficulty believing summer is finally here, let alone half way over. It's like sex, you think it'll never come to you, but when it does, you feel like pinching yourself just to make sure everything isn't just a dream. Now I swear on my life I've never had sex before, but I just thought it would make a valid analogy.

So for those of you sitting at home on a summer day reading my blog, get the fuck out. It's summer, play with your dog, feed your fishes, go out for a run, catch a movie with your siginificant other or just catch up with your family and friends. You can worry about work, school or misunderstood friendships when summer is over, for crissake. You'll regret not listening to me once September come around.

As of now, I'm logging off for another little while. I need to take a vacation from the internet as it, though informative, is taking over my life at an exponential rate. Cheers to all the hot babes, to the outdoors, to the sunny weather, to the mosquitoes and to the summer my fellow compatriots. Until next time.

My Late Update

Oh damn, it has been quite a while. For those minute and desolate few who actually pay ritualisitic visits to my blog I apologize for my tardiness with the utmost sincerity. If I were to say a lot has happened in this past month, I'd be making a gargantuous understatement. Where, oh where, do I begin.

Well for the most part grade shitty 11has come to an end and it feels bittersweet. Schoolwork sucked balls of steel but slacking and hangin' around was a great way to waste time. In the last 30 days, I've crammed to a very great extent but that goes hand-in-hand with my ultra ability to procrasinate my life away.

On the lighter side of things, there once again was the annual McNally Sports Banquet which proved to be a great time, and once again I shook my ba-donk-a-donk as the hypnotist used me to his advantage. Sure my cell phone got jacked as I was up on stage, but it was stolen by a group of jackass's who don't even play any sports so instead of leaving me feeling sad, I pity them fools? Cause in laymen terms, there just jackass's who ultimately amount to absoultey nothing when compared to superior beings like myself. Even if I were not so over-confident with my self-esteem and image, some of the girls who were there at the sports banquet could easily have put a smile on my face anyday. Honestly, what is better than having a giant feast as you stare creepily across the dance floor to see the more "slimmer" or toned female athletes in their revealing attire. Hell, if it weren't for the dull shade of my pants that night, I might have casted a very "tall" shadow. I'll be honest, the girls that I oftne checked out that night probably didn't know my name, but I sure as hell knew theirs! ;)

After a joyous and "arousing" sports banquet came an onslaught of studying. I may not have had many exams, but fuck nobody lieks studying am I right or am I right? Which reminds me of how I finally got my DRIVING LEARNERS! The Class 7 Operators License was some of the easiest shit I ever was tested on. I wish I would have done the test earlier cause if I did I would be cruising around with babes all around me in my pimp mobile (aka my mommy's car). Though a little postponed, at least now I know that by the time I'm 30 I can drive myself to a club, and not have to rely on my mother's chauffering abilities.

So if you have not yet gotten the gist of my life, well in a nutshell my life still surrounds around the same things: chicks, acting like a madman and eating my way out of this scrawny frame I call a body. Life is great.

50th Posting Milestone

Just as it seems my blogging abilites and ideas have dwindled and swayed, I find that I have so much on my mind that it's nearly imposible to compress it all into a blog entry. Sure it might seem like most of the time I post entries about hot girls that I stand no chance with, but that's only because everything else that I find entertaining or somewhat interesting, would most likely bore the average population to death. Well guess what, this is going to be one of those boring entries!

So, my perspective on things have really changed in this past year. I remember a year ago, I dreaded waking up nearly everyday because I was just so bored and depressed by my sad excuse of a life. Sure not many things have physically changed since then, I still go to the same school, I still check out girls that I stand no chance with, but many things have changed internally as well. I find that this blog (and countless other things) have helped me realize all the things I take for granted. I took for granted the progress that I make, I take for granted my family, my friends, the opportunites that are offered to me inside and outside of school and whihc ultimately means, I took granted all the great things in my life that make it worth living. Things really haven't changed that much from last year, I'm still the same height, I still feel to skinny for my height and etc. The only thing that has changed is my perspective on things.

You could be the wealthiest man alive and still feel lonely, or maybe you could be living in poverty and yet take everything in its fullest stride to the point where you woulnd't want to change a thing about your "lower" status. The line between boredom and excitement is simply a matter of interpretation.

And on a side note, thank you to those few people who read my blog. Even if nobody read my blog, I see it as a type of journal for me and I'd write in this blog for reasons of expressing myself and releasing stress. But knowing that people actually read this shit is just that much more encouraging.

On the lighter side of things, If I get my Canadian Passport and 2200 bucks by the end of this month, I'm headed to Europe for Team Handball! WOOHHOOO.. imagine all the girls I could meet and therefore fantasize about in my blog!

P.S. Happy Mother's Day to everyone out there. Cheers to mom's for all the crap they go through for us. We love you all dearly.

So many things, so little time.

I have not written lately due to a combined lack of time and discipline. For the last little while, I've taken up team handball again and play as a left wing. I also managed to join the school rugby team, coming into the team as a total n00b. With so much other crap to deal with outside of school and sports, it doesn't help me organize and manage my time. I used to work out like a bitch, never missing a workout, but now I really don't give much of a shit. Weird.

But other than my untimely nature that has just bloomed with the coming of spring (though the weather sucks dink, it's still spring), not much has changed. When I do manage to work out, I still envision a bombshell undressing herself with every rep that I manage to force, I eat well over my daily recommended calories, I still don't have my stupid driving learners and I still maintain an unemployed status in an employment-welcoming market. Now by no means am I bragging about being a total mooch who still requires my mom to drive me places, 'cause fuck would it be nice to be able to support and live off of my own actions.

In terms of my schooling, I still go to the same school and next year and will be staying for yet another year. I have sworn to myself that I would stop bitching about school, and with my forced attitude, school actually seems pretty good.

As of today, or technically yesterday, I went to a two friends combined birthday's and man was it wickedsweet. WEM waterpark = drowning in both bacteria-infested waters and hot white girls, Arcade = cheating at every gae possible and getting kicked out, Buffet = helping my self to 6th's, farting and etc. I felt like I was a rebellious teenager in one of those earlier Avril Lavigne music videos, wreaking havoc in town.

This may be boring post my fellow subscribers, but lately my life has been just a boring. Until next time, toodles . . .

P.S. Facebook is now the bane of my existance. But I really hate how you have to add someone as a friend to see their facebook webpage. I should be allowed to creep all I fricken want, gosh!

Spring Break BABY!

At colleges across the United States, as you read this sentence, I'm sure there are hundreds upon thousands of college students drinking out of kegs, guys passing out in washrooms and chicks making out with one another. Spring Break is the time of year when magic like that happens, my friend(s).

This is probably the best time of year for people to start making scantily clad videos of half naked woman dancing and shaking there ba-donk-a-donks at a pool party and if you want to go even further with that you could easily say that all the REAL quality porn is made this time of year as well. Not that I look at porn or anything . . .

Though many fellow American's are probably having the times of their lives, I have no plans for this Spring Break. The only way I could ever lay my eyes on any half decent females making out is through my computer monitor. Which reminds me, just last night there was the Miss America Pageant of 2007, and holy shiat, what a way to begin my bound-to-be mediocre break. Miss Kansas was by far the fakest female on stage, but she was so "boner"-inducing at the same time! There is no way in hell any sane male could look at her without having to refrain from drooling. Though she could do well with a little more meat and a bit more quadricep / hamstring and gastroc. action, she is still a 10 in my scope of visionary creepyness. But anyways, I hope everyong has a good Spring Break and get's high off of something, at least once in the upcoming week.

Heaven on Earth

Have you ever walked into a place that you thought was completely surreal? A place that you thought to be as unreal, too good to be true and almost a dream? Well just the other day I found my real oasis, and this is how it began:

So yesterday I had wrestling pratice, and I needed to weigh in for the upcoming tournament. Turned out I was 1.4 kilo's too heavy (I was 73.4 kg's when the cut off for my weight category is 67 kg) and I needed to cut some weight within a period of 2 - 3 hours. Luckily, my ass started to rumble and give me goosebumps, and I knew I had to poo. I looked in every boys washroom stall for a decent toilet, and fuck, I have to admit us guys are fucking sick. There was piss everywhere, spit on the damn seats, toilet paper soaked, a putrid odour that could only be caused by prolonged accumulation of bodily wastes, and completely flooded toilets.

Right after I walked out of the last washroom, I ran into a few of my team members and they recommended I give the men's teachers washroom a spin. So I decided to try something new, and wow, was it ever worth it. I stepped in and immediately could smell this really nice scent very reminiscent of Play-Doh. They had real soft toilet paper (with tons of toilet paper lying around so you'd never run out), things on the stall doors for people to read, yummy scented soap and real toilets. So instead of those piece of shit U-shaped black rimmed ones that all the boys washrooms are filled with, their washroom had the real ceramic ones with a whole (and clean!) rimmed seat. So I sat down, and to my further surprise and pleasure, I felt like I was at home but it got even better because the Play-Doh scent was so strong that I couldn't smell my own crap. Honestly, I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. All too soon it has to come to an end.

Right when I was doing the toilet paper-to-bum application, a teacher walked in and I sat my ass back down quicker than you could say, "holy shit it's a teacher, I better fucknig sit down before I get owned". The teacher who will rename unnamed peed for an awfully long time in ths stall beside mine. He either peed for a hell of a long time, or he was eyeing my shoes and my super bright one-of-a-kind track pants. Could you say shit any louder? But he did end up leaving and finally wiped myself with the special edition toilet paper that seemed to never end, unlike the shitty ones in the boy's washrooms (you know, that rough shit that also cuts off at every single piece). The men's teachers washroom is by far, my high school's best kept secret.

Oh yeah, after I took a dump I weighed 0.8 kgs lighter and I managed to sweat the rest off with three ingredients: an elliptical machine, a skipping rope and my winter jacket. Even swimming could not have made me as soaked as I was that day. After that very practice, my wrestling cohorts also cornered me and made me pop a big red zit on my chest, and lets just say, it was not ready to be popped and I wish I could have taken my actions back and just let my zit dry up on its own.

Until my next post, I encourage everyone to explore new places beacuse you never know, you may be pleasantly surprised.

What I do when I'm sick

Lately I've been sick as hell, and what that usually means for me is that I lay down with kleenex's stuffed in my nose, vaseline smothering my nose and moustache, and watch some ridiculously useless programs on tv. The last couple days TSN and what not have been playing what seems to be an endless amount of curling matches. What's weird is, right now all the players are girls and holy shit, they scream like crazy. What's even crazier is the shit the yell:

- "HARDER HARDER HAAARDDDERRR ALREADY!"
- "slllllllowww sloooooow, HALFWAY HARDER HARDER."
- and even "COME ONE COME ON HARDER PUSH IT PUSH IT".

I don;t think there is any way in hell that anyone could go past a whole match of women's curling without at least giggling a few times.