Better Than Ever

Last weekend was great. I will admit with Valentine's day and people from my past bringing me down, the week was mediocre at best. On Friday, while taking a bus to Cody's place, I ran into Stephen Filan, an old friend of mine. I was good friends with his sister until she moved after tenth grade. When I got to Cody's, I decided to go out again, since it worked well last time. This time, I kept my ipod at his place. Just like last time, the place was dead at first. I was about to leave, but I got to talking with some of the people around me, then I ran into a friend of mine that went to BCC. I bought us a round and we were checking out the crowd around us. There were two sets of girls, so I told him to choose which two we should try to pick up. He went over to one group and I followed him. Then, I had to go to the bathroom, so I excused myself. On the way there, I heard someone call my name. I went over to her. It turned out to be Heather Filan, Stephen's sister. I gave her a quick hug and told her I'd be right back. We hung out with Justin and John (another friend from college) for the rest of the night. The great thing about Heather is this. At one point, John and I were doing a test of strength. Heather saw my expression was a mix of pain and concentration. To be honest, I wasn't feeling any pain. Heather went over to John and demanded that he let go. "He looks like he's in pain, I don't like seeing him like that," she told him. I assured her that John and I were friends and there's no harm done. She was cool after that. Even in high school, if someone looked like they were gonna hurt me, she'd stop them. Even if we were just screwing around, she didn't like anybody hurting me. Until she stopped John, I forgot all about that. She's one of the better friends that I have. She promised to call me up sometime, so we can catch up on what's been going on. It was too loud at the bar to do that. The next night, I went to the strip club again and I found my favorite girl there. "You're my smart virgin boy," she said. Then, she kissed my neck softly. I tell everyone that I'm a proud virgin. Which is the truth. The way she said it though...I don't know...it's hard to explain. There was a note of admiration in her voice. Sunday, was WWE No Way Out. My boy, The Undertaker earned a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship at Wrestlemania 24. He's gonna win that one, no doubt. The weekend ended and something unexpected happened on Monday. This red-headed girl waved at me, which isn't really unexpected since we said one sentence each to each other last week. She made the first move, so that allowed me to sit down at her table and have a conversation. It turns out that she was fascinated by me. She's been watching my movements since Day 1. She's basically studied my body language. You can tell a lot about a person just by their body language. Her name's Denna. After our conversation, she told me about a friend of hers that's looking for a guy like me. She talked to her friend and she wants to meet me. I said earlier that 2008 was gonna be my year. So far, things are looking that way. After this weekend, I'm full of confidence. I admit that I lost it over the week. Now, I have it back and no one's gonna take it away from me.

Who I Am

Reputations can make or break a person. They're very hard to get rid of and even harder to create a new one. Back in high school, I was this geek who was obsessed with WWE. No one really took me seriously in high school. Why should they? Hell, I wouldn't have taken me seriously if I was them. That was my rep in high school. I was the WWE dork. I've gotten better about that over the years despite the fact that I'm wearing a DX T-shirt that I bought in 2006. I admit that in high school, WWE was my life. That's not the case anymore. I could care less about what happens in the WWE today (unless Undertaker wins the World Heavyweight Championship). When I started my first semester in college, I was a whining, emo, bitch most of the time. That wasn't right either. My second semester, I was a little better, but I was becoming angry frequently. My third semester, I drove away a really good friend of mine. I'd follow her everywhere, call her way too often, I was a creepy little bastard. I'm not proud of any of this. I've apologized several times and it was accepted. However, something still doesn't seem right. I never really confronted the issue, but I can't run from it anymore. I started to evolve into the person that I wanted to be around my fourth semester at college. I got rid of my old rep and developed a new one. I became more understanding, I've earned respect, trust, and admiration from my friends. I stopped being so damn self-centered and started taking an interest in my friend's lives. I've always been there for my friends. I try to make everyone happy. Sometimes, it doesn't always work like that and I have to make a choice. I'm not perfect in any way, but there's no harm in trying. Some of my friends have told me straight-up that I'm the best. At first, I didn't believe them. After a while, I started to believe them. I'll go to war with anyone as long as they're worth it. I only hold grudges if you hurt the people that I care about. I'm not malicious, angry, or violent. I am egotistical, I will admit that one. However, I put my friends first. Who am I now? I'm the best friend anyone could have. Unless you do attack my friends, then I'm your worst enemy. Before, everything had to be about me. That wasn't right. Back in high school, I said that I'm not gonna change for anybody. The truth is that I didn't change for anybody...I changed for me. It's paid off for the most part. I feel a lot better now, than I did back then. I'm all about honor, loyalty, and respect. The problem is that those who knew me before, haven't noticed that I've changed. They have their guards up. I know that it'll take time to regain the trust that they've had in me, but someday, I'll get that trust back. The trust that people put in me, means more to me than anything. Things change, people change. There are a million other people that came from worse backgrounds than mine. They've turned themselves around. They didn't do it alone and neither did I. They had good friends who stood by them. I did too. I can't thank them enough. Even the ones who've done me wrong have helped me in their own way. It's because of my friends that I became who I am today. Someday, I'll return the favor. I'll end this with a quote from the "Shadow the Hedgehog" video game. "THIS IS WHO I AM!"

Score 1 for the Underdogs

Last night was the big Super Bowl. My boys went up against the undefeated New England Patriots. Anyone with a brain in their head, would've said that the Patriots were gonna win. Looking at the tale of the tape, the Patriots were definitely a favorite going into the Super Bowl. Even me being a New York Giants fan thought the odds looked grim for my boys. Everyone and their brother invited me to their Super Bowl parties, but I already promised Robin that I'd watch the game with her. She's a Patriots fan and takes the game much more seriously than I ever will. For the most part, her boys were kicking ass. They dominated the game...until the end of the 4th quarter. My boys took the lead and held off the Patriots' offense. We won 17-14. Basically, The Giants pulled one out of their asses. I give Robin tons of credit. She didn't scream or curse. She accepted defeat gracefully. I was prepared to do the same after the 3rd quarter. The Super Bowl to Robin and other football fans is like Wrestlemania to me. My boy, The Undertaker has to win an Elimination Chamber to earn a World Heavyweight Championship match at Wrestlemania this year. I have a good feeling that he's gonna win this match and once again defeat the World Heavyweight Champion at Wrestlemania. I said that at the beginning of 2008 that this year was gonna be my year. So far, I've been right. With the exception of my boy not winning the Royal Rumble, it's been alright. I drank a lot last weekend, but it was fun. This past weekend, I hung out with Cody. Friday was guys night out. Our boy, Edaniel works at this bar/restaraunt called What's the Beef. We went there to wait for Danny to get out of work. Cody's friend, Jason was with us. I felt for Jay, because his girlfriend is a bitch. They have kid together and I think that's the only thing keeping them together. She's too damn controlling. It took a lot of will power not to hit her. So, the three of us are sitting at the bar. I'm drinking beer, they're drinking mixed drinks. Cody's body has adapted to mixing different drinks in his stomach, so he can hold his liquor well. Jason's trying to keep up with Cody and I'm just drinking. Danny gets out of work and we leave. Danny told his girlfriend that he wouldn't be out of work until 2:00 in the morning. So, since it's guys night out, Jay and Cody scream out, "WE'RE GOING TO THE STRIP CLUB!" So, we drove to Madam Oars, I got in free because I'm a college student still, and I paid for Jason and Danny. Jason bought me a beer and we're sitting at the stage with a dollar bill in our hands. One of the waitresses came over to say hello. "I know you!" she said. I told her my name and she told me hers. Her name's Collette. She went to Harpursville back in the day, but moved somewhere else after 9th grade. We small talked for a bit. Not too long, though. Jason wanted a lap dance, so I gave him $20.00 and decided to get one for me. When I went to pay for mine, the dude at the desk said, "I know you. You went to Harpursville." Again, I told him my name. He turned out to be Kevin Wilcox. He too disappeared after 9th grade. The girl that I had, said I could touch anything that wasn't personal. The golden rule at strip clubs was don't touch unless given permission. I met back up with my boys after she was done. Jason asked Cody to go with him, so he could puke. So, Danny and I hung out with some of the girls. Then, I hear someone say, "Hey, Jack". It was my cousin, Kacie's ex-boyfriend, Carl Drake. Here's the best part of the story. Carl says that he still talks to Kacie and Kacie sees my grandfather all the time. I'm waiting to hear the phone ring, so he can ask what I was doing at a strip club. I'm 22 years old, but if he had it his way, I'd be treated like I was 12. Cody comes back to inform us that our driver is indeed puking...a lot. We say good bye to the people we were talking to and head to the van. Sure enough, Jay is crouched in a fetal position. We throw him in the back and Cody drives back to Danny's place. When we get there, he goes to get Jay's bitch. Danny and I stay with Jay. His bitch isn't too happy, but I could've cared less. I ask Danny if I can go upstairs to go to the bathroom. He says ok and I quietly head to his apartment. I let Danny's girlfriend in on what's going on. Danny ends up bringing Jay upstairs. We throw him into the bathroom, because he claims that he still has to puke. He eventually, makes it out of the bathroom and passes out in the middle of the living room. Cody and I decide it's time for us to leave. On Saturday night, we go back to Danny's to play Kings. It's a drinking card game. Jay's bitch won't allow him to drink, which I think is a good call. However, when he tries to play with us using juice, she keeps saying it's pointless. I swear to God, I wanted to hit her. We finish two games and Jay finally reaches his breaking point. They're screaming at each other and I look at Cody. I suggested that I chug the rest of my beer and then leave. He said that was fine. Danny's girl asked us not to leave. I felt bad for her and I didn't want her to think we weren't having fun, because despite the shouting in the background, we were having a freakin' blast. So, I changed my mind and we stayed. The argument didn't last too long. Jay and Danny go to Price Chopper for whatever reason. Another guy, called Justin showed up earlier. So, him, me, Danny's girl, and Jay's bitch play another game of Kings. After the game, Jason came back and he took his bitch home. No one feels like drinking any more but Danny's girl and me. I only had around four beers that night. The night before, I had seven. So, Cody shows us how to play drunk driver. After that game, we call it a night. Tonight, I'm debating if I want to go to this concert. There's gonna be a party afterwards. Basically, a lot of hot, drunk girls. I don't have to be at College until around noon tomorrow. I'm debating, because I've done a lot of partying this past weekend. Not only that, but I'm doing the same thing this weekend. Maybe taking a night off from getting obliviated wouldn't hurt.

In the UFC World

I started back to college this Tuesday. So far, there's only one class that I know that I'll like. I have to get rid of one class and add another, because the one I have now is too advanced for me. The Royal Rumble's this Sunday, so I'll be pretty hammered if Seth and I can come up with some beer money. There was a special UFC Fight Night on TV last night. I only knew two of the fighters on the card. Nate Diaz was on The Ultimate Fighter Season 5. I chose him to win the entire thing before I ever saw him fight. The reason is that his older brother Nick Diaz is already a UFC fighter and I was sure that Nick probably showed his little brother a lot of things. Sure enough, Nate did become The Ultimate Fighter. The sad truth is that Nate Diaz isn't really that good. He only had one good fight on the show and that was his first one with Rob Emerson. After that, he just got lucky. His next fight with Cory Hill, who stood about 7 feet tall, was terrible. Cory was dominating the fight, but Nate caught him in a triangle choke and submitted him. His next fight was almost the same story. Nate was coming up on the short end and caught his opponent in a lucky submission. In the final fight, it was Nate Diaz vs. Manny something-or-other. I didn't like Manny, because he made a mountain out of a molehill on the second episode of season 5. What happened was that some of the guys from BJ Penn's team were writing stuff like "Team Penn supports the troops" and stuff like that on the walls. Rob Emerson was bored, so as a joke, he wrote "Suck it, Team Pulver" on one of the walls. No one on his team were around when he did this and he didn't really mean anything by it. Nate and Manny both took it personally and were ready to fight the entire team. How immature is that? Nate eventually calmed down, but Manny went on for another ten minutes. I never really liked him after that and his cousin who's also a UFC fighter is a little bitch too. Anyways, despite me not liking him, Manny made it to the finals. Manny dominated the first round. However, he hurt himself somehow when he went for a double leg take-down and tapped out due to the pain. That's how Nate Diaz won. He lucked out again. Also, his attitude on the show was very sad. He did a lot of whining and complaining during the show. He came off as this little punk kid white boy. It looked like he was imitating Eminem without the rapping. Minutes after he won in the finale, one of the commentators who always interviews the winners right after their fight asked him if he had any advice for young fighters trying to get into the UFC. Nate said that "The house sucks, I don't advise anybody going down that path." That was a stupid thing to say. Yes, being on The Ultimate Fighter means that you're isolated from the outside world until the shows over and you're likely to suffer from cabin fever after a while, but it's the easiest way to become a UFC fighter and you should be grateful that you were chosen for the opportunity. A poor way to thank them is to bash the opportunity that was given to you. The guy just thinks he's better than everyone else and he's not. He's just very lucky. The fight last night went the same way. He almost was submitted, but he squirmed out of it and caught his opponent in a lucky triangle choke to win it. I haven't heard anything about season 7 yet, but I'm counting down the days. A former WWE Champion by the name of Brock Lesner will have his first UFC fight against Frank Mir, February 2nd. Brock was a NCAA wrestling champion back in the day. He was very successful in the WWE, winning the WWE Championship three times. After Wrestlemania 20, he left to pursue other opportunities. He planned on playing for the NFL, but that never happened. I found out last Thursday, that he wrestled in Japan, but I don't know how long he was there. He's been training for MMA for months and he ended up signing a contract with UFC. My prediction is that he's gonna win. Frank Mir is no push over, but Lesnar's a big guy and his ameature background speaks volumes. I don't see Frank Mir knocking out or submitting Brock. I see it happening the other way around. Brock could probably do both to Frank Mir with ease. However, anything can happen.

Back in the Day

The rest of my break has been boring so far. Stacey's car acted up when she was supposed to hang with me, so she never made it. Hopefully, I can get her up here sometime next week. She called me earlier this week to give me a heads up about my ex-girlfriend. Her soon-to-be ex-husband's very controlling and has to know where she is every minute of every day. For some reason, he thinks that she comes up here to hang out with me. We were planning on hanging out sometime, but never got around to it. He's a bit paranoid, but I can assure him that his ex-wife is that last person on this planet that I wanna get back with. I really have no interest in getting back with any of my ex-girlfriends. I can do a lot better than them. Yesterday, I needed to get the money that my grandmother had for me and the only way to do that was to spend the day over there and watch the girls basketball game at my old high school. Even though I was out of the house, I was still bored as hell. I graduated four years ago and there aren't too many people aside from the faculty that remember me. The JV game was extremely boring. Luckily, my friend James Inman came to watch an ex-girlfriend of his play on the Varsity team. So, we reminisced about the days when we were in high school. I was a year above him. Both of us were on the wrestling team. He was on the team during my senior year. Our biggest claim to fame is that we both won our first and only match at the same tournament. It was his first year, so he had a decent excuse. I just plain sucked, but it was so much fun that I kept signing back up. During the Varsity game, we realized that a lot of things have changed. The biggest change that I noticed was the maturity factor. The kids that still went to high school were sitting behind us. They were cocky, arrogant, little bastards. When I said this to James, he said that we were like that when we were their age. We both laughed, but in the back of mind, his response kept playing over and over again. I don't think him and I were really that bad. I know he wasn't. He doesn't talk much unless he knows you. I always showed the faculty and the people around me respect unless they did something to not deserve it. I was definitely a dork in high school, but I wasn't cocky or arrogant. I had no room for that. I wasn't THE most popular kid in school, I wasn't good in sports, I didn't wear what was in style. I got along fine with everyone, but I was never part of the popular crowd. Close to it, but never got there. Anyway, James said that he felt old just by being there. I'm 2 years older than him, so I definitely felt old. We laughed at this, but it was true. When more teachers remember you than students, it's hard to argue with this logic. Tomorrow, I'm hanging with Cody, his roommates, Seth, and Henry. I'll feel a tad bit more comfortable and when I'm with Seth and Henry, I'll definitely feel more mature. I'll make up for my maturity, but getting obliviated over the weekend.

A New Drinking Game

I'm finally home. I hadn't been home since Saturday. I hung out with Robin and Johnny on Saturday, Sunday, and part of New Year's Eve. I've been at Seth's place ever since. Although I've only been gone a week and two days, it seems like I've been gone for months. I'm having friends hang out with me at my place for the next two weeks. My friend, Stacey's coming over tomorrow and my ex-girlfriend might come over on Sunday. I'm staying home until next Friday. I'm hanging out with Cody, Seth, and Henry that weekend. The WWE House show is next Sunday. After the show, Seth and I are going out drinking. It's funny...Seth brags about how much he drinks when I'm not around to see it, but when I am around, I'll drink much more than he does. Seth's a pussy when it comes to drinking. Come to think of it, Seth's a pussy when it comes to a lot of things. He talks the talk, but he can't walk the walk. Robin asked me why I hang out with him if he irritates me so much. I didn't have an answer for her right away. I finally found an answer for her. When I first met Seth, he has a hard worker (in high school that is). He thought about others before thinking about himself, he was fun to be around, and we were both huge WWE fans. I still watch it, but I'm not as obsessed with it like I used to be. It wasn't until he started hanging out with Henry after he graduated high school that he started to become a lazy, good-for-nothing, loser. I think Henry rubbed off on Seth. Seth Reynolds only cares about Seth Reynolds just like Henry only cares about himself. Henry doesn't do anything for anybody unless there's something in it for him. My mission is to bring Seth back to the person that he used to be. Basically, I hang out with Seth, because I know he's better than who he is now. Nobody's perfect and I'm nowhere close to being perfect, but there's still no harm in trying. Anyways, Cody's doing this thing where he throws a small party every Saturday. I'm invited of course, but I'll probably have to wait until next weekend when I'm up there. Seth and I are ordering this year's WWE Royal Rumble Pay Per View. I decided to make a drinking game out of it. There are five matches announced so far. Every time one of our wrestlers loses, we drink the total number of beers we bet on that wrestler. As for the Royal Rumble, we'll each pick five wrestlers each. When one gets eliminated, whoever chose that wrestler, drinks one beer. So far, I have seven beers bet in total. I still have six more picks. Out of the seven that I have so far, I'm guessing that I'll have to drink four of them. I got this idea from this guy that I was talking to at college. Him and his friends would bet on the UFC fighters. I'll probably do that with Seth's brother.

A New Year has Arrived.

It's been awhile. The Holiday season is finally over. Since College ended, I've been hanging out with my friends. Surprisingly, most of my friends that have been in relationships, have broke up. I haven't really been drinking as much as I did when I was in college. On Christmas eve, I only had one beer. On New Year's Eve, I was distracted by people calling me, so there was a few half hour gaps. Also, Seth turned 21 at midnight. We attempted to go to bed at 3:00 in the morning, but we didn't drift off until 6:00 in the morning. These two couples were arguing very loudly and slamming doors. Eventually, I came out to attempt to calm down the couple, so we could sleep. However, my attempts were in vain. The next day went fine, though. We went to the mall and Wal-Mart. Then, we came home and went to sleep. We were tired from the night before. Today, was just an ordinary day. I amused myself by pissing off Seth's cousin on the phone. It's funny how pathetic he really is. Tomorrow, I gotta take out a loan for college and then I'm hanging out with Felicia for a little bit. Felicia's a friend of mine from college and she happens to be a red-head. I love red-heads, because they're energetic and extremely affectionate. They're also very beautiful too. I have no clue what I'm doing over the weekend. I still have two more weeks after this week before I go back to college. Before I forget, I have very good news. MATT HUGHES TAPPED OUT TO GEORGE ST. PIERRE AT UFC 79! When Matt Serra gets better, him and George St. Pierre will battle to see who is the Undisputed Welterweight Championship. No matter who wins, I'll be happy. Matt Hughes got what he deserved and he's out of the title picture. I plan hanging out with the rest of my friends during the weeks that I'm off. I haven't seen my friend, Stacey in a long time. I even plan on hanging out with my ex-girlfriend at some point. Maybe I'll hang out with both of them if I get bored enough. I have a good feeling that 2008 will be my year. I don't know why I have this good feeling, but I think this will be a great year. I have plans in a couple weeks. In the middle of February, 2CW comes back to Binghamton. There are some nice, attractive girls that are single now, I'm starting to get to the point where I want to be, and a tyrant will be out of office in 11 months. This year has the potential to be a great year. I'm looking forward to it.