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
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