Back here once again.  People who manage to write these xanga entries consistently, I applaud you.  It's a chore to try to be interesting, luckily... i have no such hang ups about being a bore.  Why another xanga entry? Because i said i would do one, and so here i am.  Five weeks into school and not a whole lot has been accomplished.  Minimal units and minimal effort will cause problems soon.. but for now.. i really can't have it any other way.  But crap, i need to get the hell outta here.  Being a 23 year old senior has its certain charms.....like having to explain why ur an idiot for taking two years of school off for no reason.... but i think i can live without that.  Sure i regret some of the things that happened, but really.....those two years in a way went a ways in being the defining part of my life so far.... for better or worse...... (probably worse).  Although there are things i would do over again, there are probably more situations where i would leave them be.  I always say that that time taught me the most about myself, so it can't be all bad.  Probably a lot more i could say, but a little at a time will do.

What else really.... chargers kick ass, pads kick ass, lakers need to kick ass.  Kwame brown, i drafted ur ass... don't fear the ball and it'll be okay.  IMs started....and its great.  School is just filler until the next IM game.  That's enough for now, this is why I applaud you people... these however many words took way too much damn time to pump out.

8 AM everyday to listen to japanese ladies mispronouce english.  Not how i want to spend three months.  Might be better if they actually took the time to explain what we were repeating back to them, but i'm probably wrong.   Saving grace? I hate to say it.. but really.. the only motivator i've ever needed to go to class... pretty girls.  Well, in this case, pretty girl, but any thing at 8AM will do.

Anything new? Not really....bitching about this.. bitching about that.  Ankle fuuuuccckkked up.. so yeah.. everything is exactly the same.  Been spending a lot of time in san jo.  First mom and sis and nephew were here.  Only one out of the three didn't bitch at me constantly, you figure it out.  But still, gotta love em, especially when they are atleast an ocean away.  Now in san jo for... let's say, investment purposes, i'll elaborate if it goes well.  Good decisions will be made.. i swear.... no... really..... this time it's for real!

Anyway, watch one piece.... the greatest thing ever.

2 am in San Diego, bout six months from the last xanga entry... i think it's that time again.  I really have nothing worthwhile to say, but who am i kidding...sometimes i do love the sound of my own voice.  Let's see, been back in SD for about two weeks.. and i've left the house maybe 3-4 times that didn't involve a stop at a fast food joint or playing ball with some high schoolers.. and of course.. destroying their will to ever want to play again.  That's what 3 hours a day at the rsf will do to a man, give him powers to beat up on 16-18 year old asian kids, it's something i hang my hat on. 

Clearly, i haven't been too busy.  USA! USA! That was my mentality on monday morning when i woke up at 9 AM (a feat that i rarely managed for class, so you know this was big-time if i was waking up for something MORE important than class) to watch soccer.  I don't pretend to know much about futbol, but i can even get hyped for something like the world cup, but come on.. if you want me to wake up at 9 am.. don't lose to the Czechs.  Waking up at odd hours every four years is something i can do for my country.

I'm falling apart.  Lingering wrist and ankle pains, soreness and creaky knees.  When did i become my grandmother? It really is an unpleansant turn of events that i can't recover from shit anymore.  I keep waiting to wake up and for these minor aches and pains to go away, but nope, they won't give up.  I'm 22 years old going on 50 and early retirement.  I don't expect to be able to whip my leg around my neck like a scarf or some other craziness, but to be able to just sit indian style without having to unravel myself in slow segments afterwards would be nice.

I swear, i'm gonna talk about my great qualities in one of these things eventually (and to be sure, there are many), instead of elaborating how i'm a deteriorating glutton of a former gambaholic, but i'll get to that when i need more of a pick me up. 

This has nothing to do with anything, but i keep losing cards from my decks, and it has probably something to do with things like this:

And if you're thinking i just needed some semblance of a reason to post that kick ass of a picture.... you're probably right.  Give it up though... plenty of those cards are finding their way into that shoe.   Damn..... i should give a little more thought where the hell these cards have been next time i'm chewing on them.

I've been through this before, but just never in print.  It just so happens that i'm constantly reminded of this when i'm in San Diego.  Given the fact that my dinner was a big mac, three double cheeseburgers, some mcnuggets, fries, followed by some pasta and 3 or 4 pork steaks... this i figured was a good time to bring it up.  Before you think of me a fat bastard.. i would like to say that a session of bball was sandwiched in there right after my golden arches free for all. 

 So that basically was my point right there, that good god am i lucky i love basketball and i guess to a lesser extent (for a guy atleast) care a lil too much about appearances...my own in particular.  How much would i weigh if i didn't care? What would i happen to me if laziness spread to basketball as well? It would probably involve lots of sweat suits, nightly application of acne medication, and a jingle jangle in my pockets because the silver ware i would carry around at all times was banging into each other.  Could i clear 300 pounds?  Probably not, but i'd say 250 without too much trouble.  I say without too much trouble because i've gone without basketball with a year before, and ummmmmm.. well.. i won't say bad times, since being able to eat and then eat.. and then eat some more usually equals good times, but yeah.. being 220-230 lbs i don't like. 

One last thing, a celebrity sighting recently:

Look! It's Amare Stoudamire! haha.....Okay, even if that wasn't funny to you, that fuckin cracks me up every time still.  Friggin Amare... gotta love it. (in case you couldn't tell, and i wouldn't blame you, that's not actually him, but victor.  i know you needed the clarification)