Upon reflecting on my xanga career, I realize that there's really only one way for me to close it out. My time on here was typically dedicated to my obsession with sports, a topic very superficial and rather trivial. Though I'll still continue to love sports and everything that comes along with them, I think I have entered a stage in my life that is more meaningful to myself and hopefully to others. 2008 was a wild year. One that I'll never forget with plenty of moments of despair and hopelessness that turned eventually into an uncharacteristic trust and joy for the future. I think for me, 2008 represented somewhat of a shift from BirdDog to The Action. BirdDog was a fairly passive person who often lived a very safe, shielded life with regards to his friends and acquaintances. I apologize if I ever distanced myself from anyone, but it was all a part of the weird plan for me to grow up. I no longer regret the way I handled my relationships, but am thankful for the opportunity to have learned about myself. And now, I feel like The Action in 2009. It's time for me to continue to actively pursue meaningful friendships, to talk about what's really happening inside the ol' ticker. It's time for me to be real with who I am and what I feel. Change, man. That's what this year is all about supposedly. In the words of the great Kagga, "That's what we're doing. Change. And we want it all."
What a run we made on xanga, some more than others. As wesga and I were talking about this end of the revolution, we reminisced a bit about some of the glorious moments that occurred over the years. I'll never forget the war between the kagga and the wesga. I honestly can't wait until many years down the road when I watch those videos again. You guys really did it, man. Amazingly hilarious stuff. And kagga, the "Sunday Mornings in Cambridge" short was one of the most beautiful things I've ever watched. I still watch it on the regular. I'll always think back fondly on my brother's quirky observations that always pick me up in the morning. And also his dedication to the xanga world is very representative of his dedication to me as a brother. I'm very thankful for Tyler. More so now than ever. In addition, I'll always cherish every comment provided by The_Wet_Sprocket. His wit is something that I hope I get to experience for the rest of my days. I'll miss it all in truth, but it's time to let xanga go. I think we have given more than enough to the xanga world...and all we really got in return is "True" status. And we had to ask for that. I suppose I can live with that, because xanga provided us a platform to enrich each other's lives. Thanks Xanga. You were a true friend for a long time. But now it's time to move on to the next stage in life...
Oh who am I kidding? I gotta finish this off with a clean smash.
"If a man wants to have children, it is recommended that he not wear tight underwear or tight jeans because tight clothing holds the testes close to the body wall, where higher temperatures inhibit sperm production."
Don't mean to front, man...but you Normanites gotta know what you're dealing with. Aight?
Feed the children hosted an event tonight called The Shaq Peanut Butter Challenge. The idea behind the event was to gather a ridiculous amount of peanut butter to give to the needy families all over the country. Shaq was to be in attendance...and the person who brought the most jars would get to meet Shaq, get a free trip to Phoenix to see a game, and receive a signed Shaq jersey. This is where the story gets better. My great friend Andrew has been obsessed with Shaq for the entire duration of his career. As soon as word got to him about the contest, he started working to get donations from people. Throughout much hard work, Andrew was able to college 535 jars of peanut butter. Here is the result.
I know kagga has a very detailed theory about the record "29" by Rydawg. I think I have a theory on the age of 24. It's not a good year, man. It's just not. I think this is the year that the body starts falling apart. In the past 3 months, I have experienced more injuries than my previous 23 years combined. Perhaps that can be attributed to my relative lucky streak of no broken bones/major injuries. These days, I have been battling a chronic pulled hamstring that just can't seem to get healthy no matter how much rest I give it. For illustration of the severity of this pull, reference my September 29th post. Sucked man. Still hurts, but I gotta play through it because I love competing. Also, I'm dealing with some pretty solid tendonitis around the kneecaps and the medial epicondyle of my arm (wud up med school?)
For the majority of my life, though like I have said, I have been an incredibly healthy/lucky child thanks to the 23 chromosome pairs that were handed down to me. Maybe that's the deal, man...maybe what we really don't know about genetics is that each chromosome only thrives for 1 year total. Therefore, 1 through 22 would take the first 22 years. The 23rd year, obviously the best on grounds of being MJ's number, would be covered by the sex chromosomes. I haven't quite worked out the significance of the X and Y chromosomes, but there has to be some explanation. Anyway, I think after 23, man...it's just done. Body's on a downhill decline. And it sucks because I want to still be on the hill at age 62, throwing the ol' deuce. And I want to run the hitch and go until it is my time to hitch up and go. Know what I'm saying, man?
Anyone else notice when their body started that downhill slide? Steal-a-ya? Seems like those knees started getting you right about at 24...just sayin' man...maybe it's a Huskerson thing. Not sure.
Thanks to Jamie Don, I woke up to this article. Weezy and Birdman aren't scared of the financial crisis. No reason to when you have all your worth in cold cash.
"Birthday boy LIL WAYNE was left stunned when mentor and pal BIRDMAN handed him $1 million (GBP540,000) at his 26th birthday party in Miami, Florida on Tuesday night (07Oct08). Stars DJ Khaled and Akon looked on in amazement as the Got Money hitmaker opened a briefcase Birdman handed him and discovered it was full of crisp new bills. A stunned party guest says, "Lil Wayne was left speechless. He was almost in tears when he hugged his friend. I mean, who wouldn't like $1 million as a birthday gift?" The Club Mansion bash was a lavish affair all round - one of the party's main attractions was an ice sculpture full of frozen $100 bills. "
One of these days if I'm very wealthy, I aspire to live like this.
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