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