Saturday, January 31

Once upon a Tuesday Dreary

Sorry for the hiatus, I haven't felt like writing anything all week. I'm sick of politics, I'm not in the mood to argue my beliefs, and the Pistons are still bad. Anyway, Edgar Allen Poe wrote a famous poem titled "The Raven". Here is an excerpt from the last verse.

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!

Why do I bring up such a poem? Well, on Tuesday, my home in Mt. Clemens was struck with a similar situation. No, not a Raven was perched upon our bust of Pallas, but rather a blackbird perched upon our stove of Kenmore. Yes, a live bird managed to get into my house while my family was away. No, the doors and windows were not opened. We have no holes in our roof, walls, or floor. The bird either is a locksmith in his spare time, or he got in through a vent. But what about my ferocious cat? Well, our fearless feline was calmly sitting on the couch in what appeared to be a war zone. It appears as if an epic battle took place in the house, most likely ending in a draw. Decor was strewn about the house, an apple was eaten, and poop lay fixed to the walls. I am 200 miles away from the situation, so the details remain fuzzy, such as how the bird got out, where is his carcass, and how much poop landed on my bed, but I do know that the situation has been neutralized and lysolized. We may never know what transpired between the blackbird and Murphy on that fateful Tuesday, but we can be certain the conflict will remain etched in the minds of all (me) who sleep in that house and wonder where the poop fell.

Wednesday, January 14


Over Christmas break, I visited the Sagnasty, and on my way home, we stopped at Birch Run Outlet Mall. At the Nike store, I came across a pair of sweet shoes for only $30. I snatched those zapatos up and walked away with a bargain. When I got to Grand Valley, I realized that my future roommate had the same pair. Oh the disappointment. He stole all of my new shoe thunder. Yet after this past weekend, I no longer need to worry about stolen thunder. On Saturday, Steve (my future roommate) and Mark (my other future roommate) were driving, when they were T-boned by a car that crossed the median into oncoming traffic. The driver of the compact car was extremely drunk. As you can tell, Steve's truck was totaled. Thankfully the only real injury was Steve's broken jaw. (No wires required) Steve's feet could have been seriously injured if it weren't for his loosely tied Nike Air Max Rivals, which are pinned up in the car. St. Peter may want to reconsider its triple knot, tightly tied laces policy. The other driver was unhurt and arrested when the police arrived. I am so thankful that I can write this blog with its happy ending, and not another tragic tale that I have seen replayed over and over. Seriously, my roommates came incredibly close to death due to some idiot's bad choices. I'm in college. Drinking exists. After seeing how close disaster actually is, I guess you could say I am pretty frustrated. I get it. Its a social phenomenon. But I am so sick of the incredible excess as to which drinking is carried out. (BTW, I'm talking about legal drinking, over 21.) One glance at Facebook reveals thousands of drunken moments and bad decisions. Some people even think its funny to put up fake drunk pics. ITS NOT. My friends could have died because some moron made terrible choices. That crap is as far from funny as I can imagine. In my communications class, we talked about the dangers of putting up those pictures (real or fake) when it comes to future employment. What about the example or image it portrays? The drunk pics are really not that funny. They just show the person looking stupid and make light of the serious over drinking problem in our society. By putting those up, the problems are promoted. If you are 21, have a good time, have a few drinks, but don't you dare threaten anyone else with your bad choices. Cut back a bit, give up the keys, and save a life. My world could have been crap right now, just as anyone else's could due to one bad choice. One mistake. That's all it takes to ruin your life and someone else's. Think of someone other than yourself for once. Please.

Tuesday, January 13

It's So Cold in the G-Rap

Yeah, its that cold outside.

Seriously, today's weather report is a high of 17 and a low of 7. However, it is currently 14 degrees, but due to the wind chill, it feels like -1 degrees. Birds are frozen in midair, trees are exploding, and my windows are cracking.

The NFL playoffs are in full swing. As usual, I will pick the winner. In the NFC, Philadelphia will beat Arizona, and in the AFC, Pittsburgh will defeat Baltimore. In the Superbowl, Philadelphia will win. This is Philly's year. They will probably have the Phillies parade all over again, then have the Eagles parade. Also, this year's halftime entertainment will be Bruce Springsteen. I realize the NFL is still trying to build up its image after the Janet Jackson affair, but seriously? Another band from the past? Don't get me wrong, Paul McCartney, Prince, Tom Petty and Bruce were all incredible acts, but today? Not so much. There are plenty of better acts that appeal to a wide audience and are popular within the past 20 years. How about Coldplay, The Red Hot Chili Peppers, Weezer, Angels & Airwaves (I had to), or Dave Mathews Band. Whatever, who cares anyway. I'm just excited to see the new GM Superbowl ad. I heard they spent millions...

Saturday, January 10

Video Blog

Now that its 2009, I have decided to try to keep up with the times and add some new technology to my blog. I have started a companion YouTube account to add a video portion to my writing. Since I am in college, there's not a whole lot I can do, but once summer comes, I will pay much more attention to it. In the mean time, I need some ideas for skits and stuff I can do later. My goal is to get enough subscribers to have ads on my page, therefore bringing in the big money. So if anyone has ever wanted to make a hilarious video, but didn't have the means to carry it out, let me know. Don't get too mad if I don't touch the video blog for a while, summer is almost here. I will add updates soon. Here's the link to my Youtube account.

Wednesday, January 7

Year 18 in Review

I am on the verge of 19, so I will take a look back at my 18th year on this planet.

January- January 2008 brought the final semester of my high school career. In this month, Team PTI was introduced to the LHN Badminton Club, and John Stathakis and myself finished in 5th place.

February- This month marked the end of the Black Hole at LHN. The last few home games were half filled and full of apathetic students. Not even a TV crew could salvage the Black Hole. Its last gasp came against Imlay City on Senior Night/Breast Cancer Awareness Night, where the student section actually engaged in cheers. Today it lies one quarter of the size and 1/50th as loud as it was in its heyday. RIP Black Hole. President's Day was also observed.

March- This month marked the beginning of my senior track season. As usual, a tough love approach was used to scare people into shape. One memorable occasion was during stretches in the cafeteria. A few slackers (Andrew Fluegge, Mark Chandler, Kody Norwood, etc etc etc.) were not properly doing the stretches. Coach Davis, a former prison guard, flipped out and made us do push ups for 10 minutes as he hurled every single sports movie cliché he could remember. Here are some snippets of his words. “Who do you play for?”, “My team, my rules, my way!”, “I don't accept quitters!”, “Alright, boys, this is the last shot we got! We're gonna run the picket fence at 'em! Jimmy, you're solo right! Everett, Merle should be open on the other side of that fence! Now, boys, don't get caught watching' the paint dry!”, “My team's on the floor!” and “Yes you can. When I was fifteen years old I lost my mother and my father in the same month Ronnie, same month. 12 brothers and sisters I was the youngest one of them, now I wasn't ready either, but they needed me. Your team needs you tonight, you're the Colonel, you're going to command your troops! Twins right 48 zero read, *go!*”

April- In April, nothing exciting happened.

May- As Senior Representative on Student Council, I singlehandedly put together Prom. OK, so I am exaggerating. Mary Grace and Josh helped a little too. Also, I walked out of OLHN's doors for the last time as a student. Then I went back in because my dad forgot his keys. I also received the Luther's Seal Award, given by the theology department to the top student. Pastor Ball presented the award, then rode off into the sunset of St. Andrew Lutheran Church in Memphis Michigan.

June- In June, I graduated from high school in a epic ceremony at the cocoon. (Thats slang for Macomb Community College, they are the Monarchs). I began working at Viscount Pools, and later, I was added to the maintenance crew at North. My duties included painting pipes on top of the roof, patching all the holes Mr. Vacari left in his classroom, replacing ceilings where water leaked from the holes in the roof, rewiring half of the computers in the library, replacing lights in the kitchen and Home Ec room, cleaning, painting, sanding, and drywalling the new concession stand, and replacing sod from the shank job Ryan Buuck did earlier in the summer. I also had my grad party, which was attended by dignitaries such as Mr. Slagel, Aaron Goetch, Ron Paul, Richard Stathakis, and Steve Yzerman.

July- In July, my father and I traveled to Chicago by train and attended a White Sox game, then visited Mr. Rohde at his crib in Oak Park. We also rented some bikes and rode around the city, eventually running into Kanye West, Rod Blagojevich, and Fall Out Boy's Pete Wentz, where Pete asked for baby name advice for his boy, due later in the year. Yes, Bronx Mowgli Wentz was my idea. I love Jungle Book.

August- In August, I left Mt. Clemens for Grand Valley State University. I arrived with a toothbrush and three pencils, and over Christmas break, I came home with 12 boxes. I adapted to college life quickly, and I soon found myself carrying a satchel, smoking a corncob pipe, and wearing scarves. But not really. I still am stuck in the past and not up with the changing times, seeing as I voted conservative.

September- September brought my first GV football game. As usual, we were up by 79 at the half, and everyone left. I began this blog, but no one read it until December.

October- This was a slow month, but I did sign off on an apartment for next year at Copper Beech. Come visit us at I-106. I also attended High School Musical 3 at 12:01 on opening night.

November- I didn't do much. I “ran” in the Turkey Trot, and almost died. And Obama won. See my experience on election night. Then November ended.

December- My first college final exams occurred this month. I did pretty well, considering I had no idea what to expect. I also wrote my most popular blog post to date. It fueled some interesting and healthy debate concerning important issues in Christianity. I went home for break and did absolutely nothing for 3 weeks. I traveled to Sagnasty to see my dad's side of the family, and I dominated them all in Rock Band (Stay tuned for my thoughts on this mindless game). I got some sweet deals at Birch Run, including a pair of Nike shoes for $30. However, my excitement was dimmed when I found out that my future roommate Steve Reckling has the same shoes. Oh well. On New Year's Eve, I managed to beat five 7th grade students in Madden, NCAA, and NBA Live. Awesome.

January- The first 7 days of January have been great. I am in some interesting classes, including my News in Reporting 256 class, where the teacher came in and asked if anyone had ever gotten an F. After a few people raised their hands, he said that most of us will get that grade at some point. Great. At least I know I will be challenged and get an edge on students in easier classes or even easier schools. In my Economics 100 class, the teacher came out and said he was a politically conservative Christian. He also is against labor unions. I am relived that I don't get to hear rants about how capitalism is killing us and how we need to spread the wealth. So here I am on January 7, waiting for year 18 to expire. God has given me a great year, and I am sure even better times are in store for year 19. Stay fresh, Aaron