Monday, January 9, 2012
Saturday, December 31, 2011
New Year, New Me!
Not resolutions, because no one actually follows their resolutions. Instead this is a list of things I will accomplish in the new year. 2012
1) Find a real job, for Sigma Kappa or Travel Channel
2) Work out everyday except Sundays
3) Make it to Abby's wedding with all my Lilly in hand
4) No more soda, except Sundays
5) Lantern every Wednesday
Friday, March 18, 2011
Ignore this random post
Please ignore this random post however I must say these words
an acorn is a chav
an acorn is a chav
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Chicago Bears... the most hated team in the NFL?
So why is it the Chicago Bears are the most hated 9-3 team in the NFL? Could it possibly be because we're currently in 1st place? Let me tell you, it's definitely not are history with horrible quarterbacks, interceptions, or the curse of injuries. At least Urlacher is playing this year and earning his paycheck.
Culter is playing his worst games as a Bear with the most interceptions of his career. If someone could explain to me the trade of Orton to the Broncos I'd still love to hear that. In my opinion we should have never traded him. He's a great quarterback; all he needed were wide receivers who could actually catch. My bias could be from the fact that great quarterbacks come from Purdue or just his 80's style porn star mustache. You decide.
When it comes down to it, I feel the Bears franchise is a lot of politics. I would love to see a new coach come in and show Chicago the right way to lead a team. Back in the 2006 season when he got us to the Super Bowl, it was exciting. Mainly because being at Purdue the rivalry between the Bears and the Colts split the campus down the middle. However Tony Dungy proved to have the better team in the end. I felt as if the Bears didn't really earn their spot in the Super Bowl that year, rather it just feel into their laps.
So really when it comes down to it, the Bears are just permanently lucky, until it counts. Should we really be hated for that? With the exception of a few players, we're on the same level as Detroit. After all we did almost lose to them 24-20.
Culter is playing his worst games as a Bear with the most interceptions of his career. If someone could explain to me the trade of Orton to the Broncos I'd still love to hear that. In my opinion we should have never traded him. He's a great quarterback; all he needed were wide receivers who could actually catch. My bias could be from the fact that great quarterbacks come from Purdue or just his 80's style porn star mustache. You decide.
When it comes down to it, I feel the Bears franchise is a lot of politics. I would love to see a new coach come in and show Chicago the right way to lead a team. Back in the 2006 season when he got us to the Super Bowl, it was exciting. Mainly because being at Purdue the rivalry between the Bears and the Colts split the campus down the middle. However Tony Dungy proved to have the better team in the end. I felt as if the Bears didn't really earn their spot in the Super Bowl that year, rather it just feel into their laps.
So really when it comes down to it, the Bears are just permanently lucky, until it counts. Should we really be hated for that? With the exception of a few players, we're on the same level as Detroit. After all we did almost lose to them 24-20.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
The Pumpkin Festival
While I didn't get to enter a pumpkin this year, my aunt did. She creatively (jokingly, I'm really laughing at home) "carved" two pumpkins.
Ghost Hunter Justin Pari
Last night I went to one of the most interesting lectures I've ever attended; in or out of college. I wish the lectures I had to attend in college we're as entertaining as listening about the paranormal and in a way parapsychology.
Justin Pari, found on paranormalrockstar.com, started the lecture by saying in ways he didn't believe in ghosts. Everyone who knows me can testify that I don't believe in ghosts but I do believe in spirits and the something beyond. I can never remember a time when I wasn't watching horror movies or wanting to encourage my friends to watch them with me.
In fifth grade I had a sleepover. I want to say there were 6 of us, but number don't matter. I had seen Salem's Lot and fell in love the story. I don't find those things scary. The Shining forget it. It's a joke to me. Any movie that appears black on the screen to say Monday, 6:55 am, can't be too scary for me. Anyway my party was split down the middle because half watched the movie and the other half hid in the other room.
Since the beginning there has always been an interest into the world that we don't understand. However, I would never use the term ghost. My story is personal. The personal story which caused me to use the term "Spirit" instead of ghost.
My step-grandpa had had many heart attacks and this one was his 6th or 7th. We we're taken to the hospital because he wasn't getting better and was told to say I love you and goodbye. When I got into the room to say goodbye I couldn't and I didn't. I figured he would just come home and I'd see him soon.
I just didn't want to say goodbye. I felt I didn't have to. Till this day I regret not saying goodbye or I love you. He ended up passing away and while I didn't show it to my family. I was upset. Who wouldn't be upset? I tried not to think about it, but as his funeral arrived I wanted to do something for me.
I wore my, well his, Northwestern sweatshirt. Everyone who knew him could tell you how much he loved Northwestern football. He'd watch every game. So, I wore his sweatshirt to the funeral and have kept it ever since.
A week or so after I had a dream. I was playing ball on my front yard and noticed Papa Herbie walking down the middle of the street with another man. I ran after him and shouted his name over and over. He kept walking with the man but turned to me and said I love you, tell your grandma I'm ok. He walked across the street and down a cal-de-sac. They walked to the exact middle and disappeared thru a ray of light shinning down.
I didn't think anything of the dream. I didn't tell anyone. Two weeks after I woke up one Saturday morning and heard his name. My grandma and mom were talking in the kitchen. I said I had a dream about him a couple weeks ago. My grandma wanted to know what the dream was about. I told them and my grandma started crying. I asked her what was wrong and she said that for the past two weeks she's been praying for him to give her a sign he was ok.
I know there are people who believe loved ones have dreams to reassure themselves that the one that pasted is ok, but being a personal experience, I believe he really came to me in my dream. People say why and I tell them... Soon after I had the dream a man that lived a few doors down passed away. That could have just been a coincidence, but at the time of my dream, there was no street across the way. Now there is a cal-de-sac. Identical with the one in my dream. But the cal-de-sac was not build for a few years after he died.
That's why I believe in the spirits and not the ghosts.
Pari went onto helping the audience, myself included, further understand what is out there and how to go about dealing with the issues if you have one. As well as how you can deal with religion and the paranormal. I would recommend if you have the chance to go and listen to him talk. It's not only informative, but entertaining.
Justin Pari, found on paranormalrockstar.com, started the lecture by saying in ways he didn't believe in ghosts. Everyone who knows me can testify that I don't believe in ghosts but I do believe in spirits and the something beyond. I can never remember a time when I wasn't watching horror movies or wanting to encourage my friends to watch them with me.
In fifth grade I had a sleepover. I want to say there were 6 of us, but number don't matter. I had seen Salem's Lot and fell in love the story. I don't find those things scary. The Shining forget it. It's a joke to me. Any movie that appears black on the screen to say Monday, 6:55 am, can't be too scary for me. Anyway my party was split down the middle because half watched the movie and the other half hid in the other room.
Since the beginning there has always been an interest into the world that we don't understand. However, I would never use the term ghost. My story is personal. The personal story which caused me to use the term "Spirit" instead of ghost.
My step-grandpa had had many heart attacks and this one was his 6th or 7th. We we're taken to the hospital because he wasn't getting better and was told to say I love you and goodbye. When I got into the room to say goodbye I couldn't and I didn't. I figured he would just come home and I'd see him soon.
I just didn't want to say goodbye. I felt I didn't have to. Till this day I regret not saying goodbye or I love you. He ended up passing away and while I didn't show it to my family. I was upset. Who wouldn't be upset? I tried not to think about it, but as his funeral arrived I wanted to do something for me.
I wore my, well his, Northwestern sweatshirt. Everyone who knew him could tell you how much he loved Northwestern football. He'd watch every game. So, I wore his sweatshirt to the funeral and have kept it ever since.
A week or so after I had a dream. I was playing ball on my front yard and noticed Papa Herbie walking down the middle of the street with another man. I ran after him and shouted his name over and over. He kept walking with the man but turned to me and said I love you, tell your grandma I'm ok. He walked across the street and down a cal-de-sac. They walked to the exact middle and disappeared thru a ray of light shinning down.
I didn't think anything of the dream. I didn't tell anyone. Two weeks after I woke up one Saturday morning and heard his name. My grandma and mom were talking in the kitchen. I said I had a dream about him a couple weeks ago. My grandma wanted to know what the dream was about. I told them and my grandma started crying. I asked her what was wrong and she said that for the past two weeks she's been praying for him to give her a sign he was ok.
I know there are people who believe loved ones have dreams to reassure themselves that the one that pasted is ok, but being a personal experience, I believe he really came to me in my dream. People say why and I tell them... Soon after I had the dream a man that lived a few doors down passed away. That could have just been a coincidence, but at the time of my dream, there was no street across the way. Now there is a cal-de-sac. Identical with the one in my dream. But the cal-de-sac was not build for a few years after he died.
That's why I believe in the spirits and not the ghosts.
Pari went onto helping the audience, myself included, further understand what is out there and how to go about dealing with the issues if you have one. As well as how you can deal with religion and the paranormal. I would recommend if you have the chance to go and listen to him talk. It's not only informative, but entertaining.
Styx: in concert, Short people vs. tall people
Saturday night I ventured out with my mother and Aunt for a nice night of dinner and a concert. Styx played at the Genesee Theatre in Waukegan, IL. I'm generally very neutral when it comes to going to concerts, I neither get depressed nor excited about the opportunity. The only exception would be going to a Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons concert or Jimmy Buffet. Whose not a Parrothead?
The theater is a fairly small theater, but it's very content. The night started out fine and progressed nicely. Then 7:30 rolled around, when the concert was due to start. And it didn't. Then 7:45 and then a little after 8 the lights dimmed. It turned out to be one of the best entrances of a band I've ever seen. I would recommend anyone to go see them. They still have their voices and the hair!
There was just one more thing I had a problem with... two tall people. Someone said to me that tall people should be self-concious about their height. Not in the way that they should be ashamed to be tall, but in the wall that I'M SHORT! These guys had to be easily almost 7 feet. I wish I was kidding, but I'm not. I'm 5'2 on a good day. I can barely see over my dashboard. Yes, surprise, a Toyota Corolla doesn't give you much height. If you think I'm kidding about their height, I have pictures! You decide!
(p.s. This is shot from a standing position)
The theater is a fairly small theater, but it's very content. The night started out fine and progressed nicely. Then 7:30 rolled around, when the concert was due to start. And it didn't. Then 7:45 and then a little after 8 the lights dimmed. It turned out to be one of the best entrances of a band I've ever seen. I would recommend anyone to go see them. They still have their voices and the hair!
There was just one more thing I had a problem with... two tall people. Someone said to me that tall people should be self-concious about their height. Not in the way that they should be ashamed to be tall, but in the wall that I'M SHORT! These guys had to be easily almost 7 feet. I wish I was kidding, but I'm not. I'm 5'2 on a good day. I can barely see over my dashboard. Yes, surprise, a Toyota Corolla doesn't give you much height. If you think I'm kidding about their height, I have pictures! You decide!
(p.s. This is shot from a standing position)
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