happy studying soccerrbaaaalllllll !!!!
A-alex (that's me !!!! ) studying her sleepy asszzz offf
B- boy (that's you, doing god knows what in the brary right now)
C- C.O.F.F.E.E. i'm chugging it
D- dumb. which is, of course, the definition of skewl
E- eeeeeeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkk dis splinter still hurts
F- fuck you, linguistics. a big ole fffuuucckkkkk YOU.
G- girl (me, obvs)
H- hello. please text meh back
I- I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE
J- just kidding. still on the study train. not getting off anytime soon
K- kewl, a kewler spelling of cool
L- linguistics is for losers.
M- marathon. that paper is a marathon, boy, not a sprint. little word of advice from a wise straight-A student like yours truly
N- noise. i cant study in silence ,which is why pandora is coming in handy
O- OVER. is it... over yet??
P- please. please. please. make it stop.
Q- questions. test questions. must memorize them.
R- raawwrrrrrr ( i is tiger)
S- shhhhhhhhhh, this is a library, people!!!! there will be no talking
T- time for bed yet????? .....no also, t could stand for t.a.y.l.o.r. (dat is YOU)
U- under the covers in my bed = the place i would like to be
V- VAMPIRESSSS!!!!! because dey are badass
W- WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY am i procrastinating this much????
X- last letter of my name XXXXXXX rated
Y- you texted me back!!! i know dis because the green light on my phone is flashing. i will check it in a minute. patience, boy
Z- zero motivation. not good
okay, i need to get back to studying now. buuuhhbbbyyeyeyeyeyeyeeeee bestfrand
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
just fo fuuun
haaaaaay taylor levine.
hi
hello
hey
howdy
how are you
how do ya do?
fucking miss you, kid.
love,
blogstar tiedizzle
hi
hello
hey
howdy
how are you
how do ya do?
fucking miss you, kid.
love,
blogstar tiedizzle
Sunday, July 3, 2011
its the 4th of july.
well on the 3rd of july i went to see U2 play in nashville. the show was truly incredible. here is one of, if not my favorite part of the show, where a blind guy in the front row with a sign that said "blind guitarist" was given a chance to come on stage and sing a song dedicated to his wife. he sang "all i want is you" and then bono gave him the guitar he used. what a great moment.
in other new, tiedye is far far away in paradise enjoying the beach, volcanoes, and mud bath swimming (still dont understand that but ill go with it). please come home because i miss talking to you. now i have no one to text except chasey....yeah.
still in brentwood and missing tiedye,
soccerball
in other new, tiedye is far far away in paradise enjoying the beach, volcanoes, and mud bath swimming (still dont understand that but ill go with it). please come home because i miss talking to you. now i have no one to text except chasey....yeah.
still in brentwood and missing tiedye,
soccerball
Monday, June 6, 2011
say hola to the new blog (thats hello for all you non spanish speakers out there)
new !!!!!!!!!
(and improved)
wittle blog.
say hello (or hola) to a new world little blog. you will now get to experience the magic that is internet life, and all the joys of being a blank canvas for tie dye and soccer ball to express their beautiful thoughts and feelings on. breath a deep sigh of relief, you've finally made it to the big time.
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wuv,
awex
(and improved)
wittle blog.
say hello (or hola) to a new world little blog. you will now get to experience the magic that is internet life, and all the joys of being a blank canvas for tie dye and soccer ball to express their beautiful thoughts and feelings on. breath a deep sigh of relief, you've finally made it to the big time.
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wuv,
awex
Thursday, June 2, 2011
damn those y kids...
they are almost as bad as the cicadas. and those blow.
once again its summer time. this is one of the most wonderful times of the year, where children are able to frolick around without the worries of school, quizzes, examinations, or the peer pressure from other students while they try to peer in the bathroom at school. so where do all these children go during the hot hours of the day, right as the sun reaches high noon, and when most people start to sweat their asses off just looking outside a window? ofcourse, they go to the local ymca. not just any ymca though. seriously though, fuck green hills and maryland farms. they suck. the only true ymca that provides class, style, and the glitz and glamour that the rich fucks of our town want is all found at the brentwood family ymca located on concord road. before the bp station (those bitches fucked up the ocean and never clean it up, bastards), but after the public library (yes, thats where the study rooms are).
now that i made the ymca sound like a super awesome and crazy place to be, which it is, i would like to explain a few things that personally i have experienced with my time at the y. does anyone want to hear about my ymca history? (tiedye raises her hand in the crowd) "yes, you little girl. i will tell you". well as a young child, just a small boy growing up in the lazy town of university city, outside of charlotte, north carolina, i joined the ymca. as a youth, i joined the sports programs where i excelled as a superb athlete. along with my extreme soccer, t-ball and recreational basketball skills, patricia (my mother) had the brilliant idea to enroll me in the swim classes. there i was instructed to get in the water and swim like a fish. i said fuck that. apparently i was scared of the water and didnt want to swim. some may say thats pussy shit, but come on, i was 3 or 4 years old, so thats normal and not pussy shit. every kid is a pussy at that age. after many tiring weeks of swimming practice and tears, i finally was able to get in the water and atleast do some floating or whatever the fuck kids do these days in the pool. from that moment on, the ymca has been close to my heart. i have been a loyal and not sexually abusive employee for almost 4 years, and i actually have gotten a raise since ive been here, even with the depressing economy that still exists in our country.
some of you might ask (tiedye raises her hand again)...damn that girl has alot of questions.... but its ok cause shes kinda cute ;) a little too forward, quite possibly. and yes, that was a fucking winky face, deal with it. ....maybe i shouldnt have written that....well whatever. anyways...... back to the question. what goes on at the y these days, particularly regarding swim lessons? "Well tiedye, once again you have an excellent question, and i would love to tell you all about it". but first, here are a few points that everyone should know about y kids:
1. they cant swim, no matter what their parents say.
2. they suck at following directions.
3. even if they try to hug you, resist the temptations and stick with a high five
4. sometimes they can be cute.
5. note "sometimes" above
6. see point 1
7. they always have to go potty but then they never go and i know they end up just pissing on the side of the pool
8. i swear they shit their pants sometimes. i can smell it
9. if they could do it on their own they wouldn't be in swim lessons
10. sometimes their parents do not speak english, beware of terrorists
11. be careful when playing tsunami with the indian kids.
12. but seriously, thats such a racist game
13. fucking playing tsunami. i cant stand to see them cry during it
14. see for yourself, take a trip to the local y.
lastly, everyone should follow all the ymca kids on twitter @Kids_at_the_Y
these children love to tweet all about their y experiences and about how much fun they are having.
for now, this is all.
still smelling like chlorine,
soccerball
once again its summer time. this is one of the most wonderful times of the year, where children are able to frolick around without the worries of school, quizzes, examinations, or the peer pressure from other students while they try to peer in the bathroom at school. so where do all these children go during the hot hours of the day, right as the sun reaches high noon, and when most people start to sweat their asses off just looking outside a window? ofcourse, they go to the local ymca. not just any ymca though. seriously though, fuck green hills and maryland farms. they suck. the only true ymca that provides class, style, and the glitz and glamour that the rich fucks of our town want is all found at the brentwood family ymca located on concord road. before the bp station (those bitches fucked up the ocean and never clean it up, bastards), but after the public library (yes, thats where the study rooms are).
now that i made the ymca sound like a super awesome and crazy place to be, which it is, i would like to explain a few things that personally i have experienced with my time at the y. does anyone want to hear about my ymca history? (tiedye raises her hand in the crowd) "yes, you little girl. i will tell you". well as a young child, just a small boy growing up in the lazy town of university city, outside of charlotte, north carolina, i joined the ymca. as a youth, i joined the sports programs where i excelled as a superb athlete. along with my extreme soccer, t-ball and recreational basketball skills, patricia (my mother) had the brilliant idea to enroll me in the swim classes. there i was instructed to get in the water and swim like a fish. i said fuck that. apparently i was scared of the water and didnt want to swim. some may say thats pussy shit, but come on, i was 3 or 4 years old, so thats normal and not pussy shit. every kid is a pussy at that age. after many tiring weeks of swimming practice and tears, i finally was able to get in the water and atleast do some floating or whatever the fuck kids do these days in the pool. from that moment on, the ymca has been close to my heart. i have been a loyal and not sexually abusive employee for almost 4 years, and i actually have gotten a raise since ive been here, even with the depressing economy that still exists in our country.
some of you might ask (tiedye raises her hand again)...damn that girl has alot of questions.... but its ok cause shes kinda cute ;) a little too forward, quite possibly. and yes, that was a fucking winky face, deal with it. ....maybe i shouldnt have written that....well whatever. anyways...... back to the question. what goes on at the y these days, particularly regarding swim lessons? "Well tiedye, once again you have an excellent question, and i would love to tell you all about it". but first, here are a few points that everyone should know about y kids:
1. they cant swim, no matter what their parents say.
2. they suck at following directions.
3. even if they try to hug you, resist the temptations and stick with a high five
4. sometimes they can be cute.
5. note "sometimes" above
6. see point 1
7. they always have to go potty but then they never go and i know they end up just pissing on the side of the pool
8. i swear they shit their pants sometimes. i can smell it
9. if they could do it on their own they wouldn't be in swim lessons
10. sometimes their parents do not speak english, beware of terrorists
11. be careful when playing tsunami with the indian kids.
12. but seriously, thats such a racist game
13. fucking playing tsunami. i cant stand to see them cry during it
14. see for yourself, take a trip to the local y.
lastly, everyone should follow all the ymca kids on twitter @Kids_at_the_Y
these children love to tweet all about their y experiences and about how much fun they are having.
for now, this is all.
still smelling like chlorine,
soccerball
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
A Few Letters
so my favorite blogger in the world (besides the infamous soccerball) writes short letters everyday to give her blog readers a little look into her life- and she always writes two to her husband, one at the beginning and one at the end. in this case, there is only one other person that actually reads this beautiful slice of blog we call the Land of Hope and Dreams and therefore he will get the great privilege of getting two letters (don't say i never gave you anything levine)
dear soccerball, i still maintain that the pretty hair on your head is strawberry blonde, despite all of your haters (though you have to admit the ginger problems thing on twitter is quite hilarious). i will do a better job of defending it from now on. i promise, cross my heart. dear work, i don't wanna lie- you have been kind of a needy bitch lately. don't get me wrong, seeing that paycheck sort of makes it all worth it, but seriously if you make me call another wells fargo bank i will burn down all of your beloved commercial real estate buildings. you are worse than a ymca preschooler that can't swim. dear cicadas, two words for you. fuck. off. i'm serious. the sound, smell, and general appearance of y'all make me cringe. it's time for you to die and stay under the ground for another 13 years. dear approaching storm, please please leave me alone. i'm currently clutching to smokey almost as hard as i did the night of the tornadoes in russell hall. cue nervous breakdown. dear new phone, you are so so so pretty. i love you more than pillow pets and chicken nuggets. please don't abandon me- like my previous iphone that mysteriously disappeared the treacherous night of may 21st. (rip soccerball's social life.) dear taylor, i have never considered kidnapping another individual until today, but your situation is pretty desperate. when you get released on friday, can we go to sonic and then build a fort and watch mob wives at my house??? i'm currently pretending you are a mobster in jail so my life(and yours) seems more interesting. miss you.
sincerely,
t!3 dy3
dear soccerball, i still maintain that the pretty hair on your head is strawberry blonde, despite all of your haters (though you have to admit the ginger problems thing on twitter is quite hilarious). i will do a better job of defending it from now on. i promise, cross my heart. dear work, i don't wanna lie- you have been kind of a needy bitch lately. don't get me wrong, seeing that paycheck sort of makes it all worth it, but seriously if you make me call another wells fargo bank i will burn down all of your beloved commercial real estate buildings. you are worse than a ymca preschooler that can't swim. dear cicadas, two words for you. fuck. off. i'm serious. the sound, smell, and general appearance of y'all make me cringe. it's time for you to die and stay under the ground for another 13 years. dear approaching storm, please please leave me alone. i'm currently clutching to smokey almost as hard as i did the night of the tornadoes in russell hall. cue nervous breakdown. dear new phone, you are so so so pretty. i love you more than pillow pets and chicken nuggets. please don't abandon me- like my previous iphone that mysteriously disappeared the treacherous night of may 21st. (rip soccerball's social life.) dear taylor, i have never considered kidnapping another individual until today, but your situation is pretty desperate. when you get released on friday, can we go to sonic and then build a fort and watch mob wives at my house??? i'm currently pretending you are a mobster in jail so my life(and yours) seems more interesting. miss you.
sincerely,
t!3 dy3
Friday, May 13, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
this is kinda cool ♫♪♪♫♪
i know all of you are thinking the question: what the heck is soccerball listening to nowadays? what is that crazy kid blaring from his speakers? of course, its all wonderful tunes and mostly off of youtube. here is a little bit of what i have found:
right now i would have to say im in this groove of classic rock mixed with some underground rap/new rap...mainly the new wiz khalifa album.
so here is a little taste of what we have going on:
tom petty- american girl
the who- baba o'riley
so thats a little bit of the classic rock.
check out these two random rappers, they are kinda interesting to me. see what the blog readers think.
first guys name is pat "solo" jameison. he is a freshman at hofstra and i guess he likes to rap.
solo- the news
check out some of the other videos, like movin out. he uses the billy joel song and makes a rap to it. he doesnt have the best "flow", but one of the other black guys, the more nig like of the two, sounds just like jay z and he is good.
this guy, tayyib ali, i found him because his video is made by the same fellow that worked with the white cracka above. this song is pretty good. catchy too.
tayyib ali- california love
so that is all for now, a little taste of music, a few videos to keep you occupied. so stop studying, and listen to this shyt.
L&R,
soccerball
right now i would have to say im in this groove of classic rock mixed with some underground rap/new rap...mainly the new wiz khalifa album.
so here is a little taste of what we have going on:
tom petty- american girl
the who- baba o'riley
so thats a little bit of the classic rock.
check out these two random rappers, they are kinda interesting to me. see what the blog readers think.
first guys name is pat "solo" jameison. he is a freshman at hofstra and i guess he likes to rap.
solo- the news
check out some of the other videos, like movin out. he uses the billy joel song and makes a rap to it. he doesnt have the best "flow", but one of the other black guys, the more nig like of the two, sounds just like jay z and he is good.
this guy, tayyib ali, i found him because his video is made by the same fellow that worked with the white cracka above. this song is pretty good. catchy too.
tayyib ali- california love
so that is all for now, a little taste of music, a few videos to keep you occupied. so stop studying, and listen to this shyt.
L&R,
soccerball
a post, for all these people
i guess it is once again, my turn to post on the blog. i realize that it takes me a few weeks to create these awesome posts, but all you followers, creepers and kendall alike, please forgive my tardiness. with a quick side note, my laptop does not have the following keys: m, u, 7,j, ". yes those actually just worked but that is the first time in about 2 weeks since i spilt water on my computer so this is actually pretty awesome news. i really dont know how i can top those haikus just posted, as those were just.....splendid. but, for all you (these) people, i shall try and give a little insight on what has been going on with my life, possibly a story or two, and maybe a video or two of some white rappers i found (yea, i said it. white rappers. go figure).
so what has been going on in the past few weeks, you might ask? well let me tell ya kiddo: so of course there was spring break. that trip was pretty fun, it was a pretty scrappy experience with the bros and some georgia....slu...t......friends. in all honestly, i could go on forever about stories and whatnot that occurred during this week of mayhem in the one and only, panama city beach, fl. but instead i will try to provide you with one story that may or may not sum up the trip as a whole. a week full of making plays and passing out at the beach. but im serious, about both of those. that was not a joke.
so here is the story: "scrappy at subway"
it was a lovely afternoon at the holiday inn hotel beach, when soccerball was hanging out with a few friends, i believe tiedye happened to be there. he was having a grand old time, enjoying the sun and sipping on a few brewskis. ofc ourse, he was pretty hammered since he decided to pound shots of nasty ass takka on the ride over, because there was no way in hell he was showing up sober to hang out with half of the nut jobs that were there. yes, im not scared to say it either, im talking about you kaitlyn. anyways, littlel by little, soccerball became increasingly more intoxicated...until...for all these people...for some reason...he became violently sick on the beach. and thats kinda where we lose track of what actually happened to soccerball. it was naptime and he went for a little beach snooze..zzzzzzzz.
in the meantime: tiedye decides to ditch his ass on the bitch for some reason and disappears with kenzi. 2 friends down. the only other people who SHOULD have been watching this drunken child slumber are ryan and kaitlyn. but what do these nincompoops (i heard ryan say this phrase many times) decide to do leave and go get burger king. burger kind? are you serious? food at a time like this? babe, bro, bro, babe. really. so soccerball was all alone on the beach, passed the fuck out, and throwing up periodically in the sand. when interviewed, he states that he remembers other frat bros cheering him on as he got sick.
it was 5:30 when the lifeguard woke soccerball from his beach nap. it was time to clean the beach; everyone was to leave immediately, including the intoxicated ball. so there he was, faced with the challenge of navigating the beach in a state of complete impairment. he grabbed the towels, a bag, his cooler full of tasty beer, and this ipod thing (which would be useful and later find out is kaitlyns), and he continued to stumble across the beach. but where was his phone and wallet? two of the most important things a man can carry around with them? damnit, tiedye had them in her purse, she would-that thief. so there he was, phoneless, walletless, but he had a full case of beer. what every great guy would do at a point like this would to go sit outside of a subway and wait to make phone calls using random strangers phones. no one picked up. shit, he was really out of luck. being the scrappy individual that soccerball is, he decided to go post up by the post (what a lovely pun if i do say so myself), and throw up that crooked thumb of his. the taxi came.
no money, no phone, but he did have this ipod thing that apparently was kaitlyns. making a quick deal, offering the ipod machine for a ride back, the taxi driver agreed and returned soccerball to his home away from home- the classy beachcomber. there he was greeted with an unhappy tiedye and the welcoming arms of an adoring kenzi. that is pretty much it. what a day, what a day, what a day.
so that was story 1 from spring break. possibly more to come, but really that took forever for me to type out and i have econ homework due in 2 hours so i probably should get started on it. more blogging to come later though so stayed tuned!!!!%
ruh rah blogga,
soccerball
so what has been going on in the past few weeks, you might ask? well let me tell ya kiddo: so of course there was spring break. that trip was pretty fun, it was a pretty scrappy experience with the bros and some georgia....slu...t......friends. in all honestly, i could go on forever about stories and whatnot that occurred during this week of mayhem in the one and only, panama city beach, fl. but instead i will try to provide you with one story that may or may not sum up the trip as a whole. a week full of making plays and passing out at the beach. but im serious, about both of those. that was not a joke.
so here is the story: "scrappy at subway"
it was a lovely afternoon at the holiday inn hotel beach, when soccerball was hanging out with a few friends, i believe tiedye happened to be there. he was having a grand old time, enjoying the sun and sipping on a few brewskis. ofc ourse, he was pretty hammered since he decided to pound shots of nasty ass takka on the ride over, because there was no way in hell he was showing up sober to hang out with half of the nut jobs that were there. yes, im not scared to say it either, im talking about you kaitlyn. anyways, littlel by little, soccerball became increasingly more intoxicated...until...for all these people...for some reason...he became violently sick on the beach. and thats kinda where we lose track of what actually happened to soccerball. it was naptime and he went for a little beach snooze..zzzzzzzz.
in the meantime: tiedye decides to ditch his ass on the bitch for some reason and disappears with kenzi. 2 friends down. the only other people who SHOULD have been watching this drunken child slumber are ryan and kaitlyn. but what do these nincompoops (i heard ryan say this phrase many times) decide to do leave and go get burger king. burger kind? are you serious? food at a time like this? babe, bro, bro, babe. really. so soccerball was all alone on the beach, passed the fuck out, and throwing up periodically in the sand. when interviewed, he states that he remembers other frat bros cheering him on as he got sick.
it was 5:30 when the lifeguard woke soccerball from his beach nap. it was time to clean the beach; everyone was to leave immediately, including the intoxicated ball. so there he was, faced with the challenge of navigating the beach in a state of complete impairment. he grabbed the towels, a bag, his cooler full of tasty beer, and this ipod thing (which would be useful and later find out is kaitlyns), and he continued to stumble across the beach. but where was his phone and wallet? two of the most important things a man can carry around with them? damnit, tiedye had them in her purse, she would-that thief. so there he was, phoneless, walletless, but he had a full case of beer. what every great guy would do at a point like this would to go sit outside of a subway and wait to make phone calls using random strangers phones. no one picked up. shit, he was really out of luck. being the scrappy individual that soccerball is, he decided to go post up by the post (what a lovely pun if i do say so myself), and throw up that crooked thumb of his. the taxi came.
no money, no phone, but he did have this ipod thing that apparently was kaitlyns. making a quick deal, offering the ipod machine for a ride back, the taxi driver agreed and returned soccerball to his home away from home- the classy beachcomber. there he was greeted with an unhappy tiedye and the welcoming arms of an adoring kenzi. that is pretty much it. what a day, what a day, what a day.
so that was story 1 from spring break. possibly more to come, but really that took forever for me to type out and i have econ homework due in 2 hours so i probably should get started on it. more blogging to come later though so stayed tuned!!!!%
ruh rah blogga,
soccerball
i need inspiration.
d.o.n.t.
k.n.o.w.
w.h.a.t.
t.o.
w.r.i.t.e.
a.b.o.u.t.
....writers block.
this could be about spring break or carolina cup. but i could pretty much sum up both of those things in two words:
alcohol and mono.
one great, one fairly disgusting/uncomfortable.
soccerball, i really need you to get this party started on the blog circuit and i will just build on your post(s). because I CANT THINK.
but for fun, here is a haiku that i wrote about this day.
test in the morning
meeting in the cold evening
boring day for al
since that was the worst haiku ever, i will try again:
kenzi is a thief
can't stay away from boy's chests
homegirl is naaaasty
this one's for you, soccerball
heavy breathing go
will not stop biting his nails
what a special boy
a little nicer, because i'm feeling generous:
call him my best friend
cranberry vanilla sprite
SLUSH, only for you :)
datssss all imma poet
byeeeeeee
k.n.o.w.
w.h.a.t.
t.o.
w.r.i.t.e.
a.b.o.u.t.
....writers block.
this could be about spring break or carolina cup. but i could pretty much sum up both of those things in two words:
alcohol and mono.
one great, one fairly disgusting/uncomfortable.
soccerball, i really need you to get this party started on the blog circuit and i will just build on your post(s). because I CANT THINK.
but for fun, here is a haiku that i wrote about this day.
test in the morning
meeting in the cold evening
boring day for al
since that was the worst haiku ever, i will try again:
kenzi is a thief
can't stay away from boy's chests
homegirl is naaaasty
this one's for you, soccerball
heavy breathing go
will not stop biting his nails
what a special boy
a little nicer, because i'm feeling generous:
call him my best friend
cranberry vanilla sprite
SLUSH, only for you :)
datssss all imma poet
byeeeeeee
Monday, March 21, 2011
response to the most recent video post
yes, soccerball, you have already posted that. double post??? cool.
Monday, March 7, 2011
the weekend from hell... (sorta)
to the millions of followers we have out there-
hope you enjoyed that hilarious and yet disgusting story of precious little hase chargis and his extremely memorable experience in athens(or maybe not so memorable for him) sorry hase, but some people just can't handle it!
but anyway, it's tiedye here ready to tell you a wonderful story about a veeeery interesting weekend in knoxville, tn- home of the university of tennessee, hase chargis, and of course, soccerball.
to summarize the experience for the readers, here are a few key words that i would use to describe the entire boxing weekend experience. (at least what i remember... a LOT of it was hazy...)
FRIDAY:
four hour drive
wendys!! (perfect for all you spring break dieters)
shots in the car
hello humes
reunion with keegs !
put on romper (romptastic)
proceed to pound shots in fifteen minutes
call pledge patrick, only to be disappointed (douche)
make best friends with the black cab driver- it pays to call shotgun
KENDALL!!!!!!!
watch (or not watch) frat guys box
fall on ass about 7 times
break shoe fuckkk
hiiiii soccerball long time no see
back to ato
kenz gets called ugly and fat (rude, ato douches)
kenz yells at random dude
ato house... how beautiful
tiedye gets angry for no reason. VERY angry, i'm told...
.............. (no idea, blackout for an hour)
POWER POWER POWER POWER POWER !!!!!!!!!! this man = AMERICA.
THE BITCH goes crazy (you know who you are, you crazy ass bitch)
^wants to go home
^wants to go dt
^LOVES complaining, being a pain in the ass, etc.
drunk.
as shit.
return to soccerball dorm.
scream at soccerball roommate (sorry dude! apparently i was reallll rude, my bad!)
.......hazy again
rise and shine :)
recover.
shower.
dress.
SHOTS.
dinner!!!! (major success, nom nom nom drunk 2)
RAIN. fuck this. made many bad things happen...
bus. flexi flask thank GOD
BITCH SHUT THE FUCK UP
waiting outside for tickets
tears in the rain (from the bitch)
attempt to reason with bitch.
give up.
enter tournament...
kenzi sketches off. sweet.
see familiar faces. pleasant experience.
cry at the sight of chloe. never let go.
soccerball in distress- bitch is getting to him
go save soccerball from his misery
bus... devise plan to get rid of bitch
SCREAM AT BITCH.
she will not listen.
scream MORE.
DUMB BITCH LISTEN!
keegs is an angel, reasons with bitch
bitch to kendalls bed.
others sneak out
back to ato
chase wins a fight??? hmmm
kendall tears :(
some bar....hazzzyyy
PIZZA!!!! nom nom nom
chase runs 2 miles in rain
soaked. hilarious.
BRITISH/ASIAN (????) BITCH
fucking annoying.
USA USA USA USA
back to humes, bye soccerball :(
sleep on floor.
pillow as blanket.
smokey as pillow :))))
wake up 3 hours later.
car ride.
bitch is bitching (again)
kenzi id bye bye....
home sweet athens
in a nutshell, good weekend for tiedye. few good fights in, a romper, lots of pizza, and a fair amount of taaka. thats all i need.
knoxvegas, i'll be coming back for you soon. count on it soccerball. (ps thanks for the shirt i get to be like you now!!!!!!)
peace for now blogletes,
tiedye:)
hope you enjoyed that hilarious and yet disgusting story of precious little hase chargis and his extremely memorable experience in athens(or maybe not so memorable for him) sorry hase, but some people just can't handle it!
but anyway, it's tiedye here ready to tell you a wonderful story about a veeeery interesting weekend in knoxville, tn- home of the university of tennessee, hase chargis, and of course, soccerball.
to summarize the experience for the readers, here are a few key words that i would use to describe the entire boxing weekend experience. (at least what i remember... a LOT of it was hazy...)
FRIDAY:
four hour drive
wendys!! (perfect for all you spring break dieters)
shots in the car
hello humes
reunion with keegs !
put on romper (romptastic)
proceed to pound shots in fifteen minutes
call pledge patrick, only to be disappointed (douche)
make best friends with the black cab driver- it pays to call shotgun
KENDALL!!!!!!!
watch (or not watch) frat guys box
fall on ass about 7 times
break shoe fuckkk
hiiiii soccerball long time no see
back to ato
kenz gets called ugly and fat (rude, ato douches)
kenz yells at random dude
ato house... how beautiful
tiedye gets angry for no reason. VERY angry, i'm told...
.............. (no idea, blackout for an hour)
POWER POWER POWER POWER POWER !!!!!!!!!! this man = AMERICA.
THE BITCH goes crazy (you know who you are, you crazy ass bitch)
^wants to go home
^wants to go dt
^LOVES complaining, being a pain in the ass, etc.
drunk.
as shit.
return to soccerball dorm.
scream at soccerball roommate (sorry dude! apparently i was reallll rude, my bad!)
.......hazy again
rise and shine :)
recover.
shower.
dress.
SHOTS.
dinner!!!! (major success, nom nom nom drunk 2)
RAIN. fuck this. made many bad things happen...
bus. flexi flask thank GOD
BITCH SHUT THE FUCK UP
waiting outside for tickets
tears in the rain (from the bitch)
attempt to reason with bitch.
give up.
enter tournament...
kenzi sketches off. sweet.
see familiar faces. pleasant experience.
cry at the sight of chloe. never let go.
soccerball in distress- bitch is getting to him
go save soccerball from his misery
bus... devise plan to get rid of bitch
SCREAM AT BITCH.
she will not listen.
scream MORE.
DUMB BITCH LISTEN!
keegs is an angel, reasons with bitch
bitch to kendalls bed.
others sneak out
back to ato
chase wins a fight??? hmmm
kendall tears :(
some bar....hazzzyyy
PIZZA!!!! nom nom nom
chase runs 2 miles in rain
soaked. hilarious.
BRITISH/ASIAN (????) BITCH
fucking annoying.
USA USA USA USA
back to humes, bye soccerball :(
sleep on floor.
pillow as blanket.
smokey as pillow :))))
wake up 3 hours later.
car ride.
bitch is bitching (again)
kenzi id bye bye....
home sweet athens
in a nutshell, good weekend for tiedye. few good fights in, a romper, lots of pizza, and a fair amount of taaka. thats all i need.
knoxvegas, i'll be coming back for you soon. count on it soccerball. (ps thanks for the shirt i get to be like you now!!!!!!)
peace for now blogletes,
tiedye:)
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
athens, oh yea.
i feel like a terrible blogstar. ive let all my followers down. yes, we might only have one follower for the blog but i have still hurt you, and for that i apologize from the bottom of my (insert heart symbol). to be honest, im really not sure why i havent blogged in a while. i always think to myself....hey im going to blog tonight.... and then for some reason it never happens. and then when i should not be blogging, aka right now during my econ lab, i find the perfect time to log in and begin on a new post. lastly, one of the main reasons that this post is coming today, is the fact that i could not let a month go by and have no posts on the blog. i dont think there has been an empty month since the beginning of this literary composition.
so here it is, monday februrary 28th, just one day returning to knoxville from another interesting weekend in athens, georgia. i will tell all of you a wonderful story of a man, whose name is being protected to not further damage his reputation, not that he has much of one anyways, named hase chargis. this man let mell hall get the best of him. i cant even say that athens got the best of him because really, he didnt even make it to athens. he may not have been lost in the flood, but he might as well have been lost in the throwup on the staircases. while he may have learned alot about america this weekend; about how the varsity is an institution and bruce is gods right hand man, he definately did not learn how to control how much water he consumed, and by water i mean whiksey, and by whiskey i mean shots- lots of them (good use of the dash? i think so).
so the story goes. it was russell hall. maybe 4 or 5 in the afternoon when the first drink was poured. i awoke from a short slumber to find the cup empty. a shot or two in? not a problem. but it didnt stop there, someone came up with a brilliant idea for hase chargis to take a few shots before dinner. cough cough tiedye. so the shots began, 3 would have been sufficient, but why not keep going? and you sure as hell cant stop on 6 because that is the devils number. 7 it was, lucky number seven. if my talley is correct, we should be somewhere around 8 or 9 shots, all before 8pm. can you guess what the rest of the story is? ofcourse you cant, so thats why im going to tell you.
so this fellow hase chargis continued to drink, and with every drop of whiskey he became increasingly more stupid and creepy. continously saying that he loved tiedye and that she was not fat, he suddenly felt the urge to go and sit on the stairs outside of the room. an innocent bystander, tiedye sat by his side, comforting the poor rookie who was overcome with excitment by the magic of athens. and then he threw up, yea, thats gross as shit. everywhere...on the stairs. according to a source of mine, hase chargis actually slipped in the vomit going down the stairs on his way to make out with the toilet.
needless to say...hase chargis had an early bedtime in athens.
stay tuned for part 2 of hase chargis and the magical athens trip when we discuss why the hell all of tiedyes hand lotion is gone when it was sitting out next to her laptop....gross.
well i guess thats all for now. this post has taken me so long.
hittin you with a blog from knoxvegas,
soccerball
so here it is, monday februrary 28th, just one day returning to knoxville from another interesting weekend in athens, georgia. i will tell all of you a wonderful story of a man, whose name is being protected to not further damage his reputation, not that he has much of one anyways, named hase chargis. this man let mell hall get the best of him. i cant even say that athens got the best of him because really, he didnt even make it to athens. he may not have been lost in the flood, but he might as well have been lost in the throwup on the staircases. while he may have learned alot about america this weekend; about how the varsity is an institution and bruce is gods right hand man, he definately did not learn how to control how much water he consumed, and by water i mean whiksey, and by whiskey i mean shots- lots of them (good use of the dash? i think so).
so the story goes. it was russell hall. maybe 4 or 5 in the afternoon when the first drink was poured. i awoke from a short slumber to find the cup empty. a shot or two in? not a problem. but it didnt stop there, someone came up with a brilliant idea for hase chargis to take a few shots before dinner. cough cough tiedye. so the shots began, 3 would have been sufficient, but why not keep going? and you sure as hell cant stop on 6 because that is the devils number. 7 it was, lucky number seven. if my talley is correct, we should be somewhere around 8 or 9 shots, all before 8pm. can you guess what the rest of the story is? ofcourse you cant, so thats why im going to tell you.
so this fellow hase chargis continued to drink, and with every drop of whiskey he became increasingly more stupid and creepy. continously saying that he loved tiedye and that she was not fat, he suddenly felt the urge to go and sit on the stairs outside of the room. an innocent bystander, tiedye sat by his side, comforting the poor rookie who was overcome with excitment by the magic of athens. and then he threw up, yea, thats gross as shit. everywhere...on the stairs. according to a source of mine, hase chargis actually slipped in the vomit going down the stairs on his way to make out with the toilet.
needless to say...hase chargis had an early bedtime in athens.
stay tuned for part 2 of hase chargis and the magical athens trip when we discuss why the hell all of tiedyes hand lotion is gone when it was sitting out next to her laptop....gross.
well i guess thats all for now. this post has taken me so long.
hittin you with a blog from knoxvegas,
soccerball
Friday, January 21, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
break out the razors
it's official.
i am literally going crazy.
fucking stupid goddamn hell week.
i mean WHAT IS THE POINT OF IT?!?!?
although i think the name is pretty appropriate because i am literally in hell.
soccerball, it has been five days since i have spoken to you. five. going on six. which will go on seven and then PLEASE be over?! hopefully, maybe, you will break your silence on wednesday. i'm crossing my fingers.
because it's not like anything HUGE has happened in your absence, but i am feeling pretty damn homesick at school right now for some odd reason and no one makes me feel better like you do. really i just need someone to tell me everything is gonna be okay and mom doesn't cut it.
so please, PLEASE, come back soon, soccerball.
handling two more days without you is gonna be bad enough.
fuckin hell week.
over and out,
tiedye
i am literally going crazy.
fucking stupid goddamn hell week.
i mean WHAT IS THE POINT OF IT?!?!?
although i think the name is pretty appropriate because i am literally in hell.
soccerball, it has been five days since i have spoken to you. five. going on six. which will go on seven and then PLEASE be over?! hopefully, maybe, you will break your silence on wednesday. i'm crossing my fingers.
because it's not like anything HUGE has happened in your absence, but i am feeling pretty damn homesick at school right now for some odd reason and no one makes me feel better like you do. really i just need someone to tell me everything is gonna be okay and mom doesn't cut it.
so please, PLEASE, come back soon, soccerball.
handling two more days without you is gonna be bad enough.
fuckin hell week.
over and out,
tiedye
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