When I come back to Vestal, I have the luxury of letting my hair down, putting my feet up, and really feeling like I am at home. I am always so anxious to visit the house and enjoy my family. Although it is exciting to be back, there is one huge blemish that I can never avoid.
I remember the days when I was a child where sharing a bedroom with my older and cooler brother was the most magnificent thing in the world to me. (He is still older, but I am not ready to admit he is still cooler). Anyways, being away at college taught me the true beauty of having my own room. Not only does my brother wake up at 8 am on the weekdays for work....he wakes up at 8 am on the weekends just for fun. Not a huge problem right? Wrong.
Ever since we SEBU's were little monsters, we have known that when LoLo (Little L) was up, everyone was supposed to be up. Recently, his mornin's usually start with him blasting Miley Cyrus, Lady GaGa, Shakira or the newly installed, Ke$ha's"Tik Tok". All of which are appropriate and nice tunes for me to wake up to, but the other SEBU's aren't necessarily in favor of this method. If his "Good Mornin'" ended here, I would have no objections. As expected, this is just the beginning.
Once he has the background music set up and on repeat, he proceeds back to the room. Normal people usually start to get ready so they can begin their days. I stand by my theory that my brother is not normal and is in fact a Martian. This is his time to wake me up. I didn't ask him to, I never ask him to, he just does. At this point in the morning, I am just finishing up my dreams which always end in some sort of success. I am usually feeling very relaxed and would not want to be disturbed abruptly.
In all my peace, tranquility, and innocence, my brother regards me as a vulture would see a decaying dead animal. At my most vulnerable state, he attacks.
On a good day, my mornings start with him slapping, punching, and kicking me. Those are the mornings I look forward to. More often then not, my mornings start with a variety of different wrestling and choke holds that I obviously cannot battle. Even when I try to anticipate, I am always caught off guard then suddenly am fighting for my life. While I gasp for air and struggle to break the lock he has placed on me, he always greets me with the same harmless, yet spine-chilling phrase.
" I just wanted to say Good Mornin' ".
In case you haven't realized, he refuses to pronounce the "g" in morning.
Once he utters those horrendous words, an animal is unleashed in me. I get so angry and I just want to fight. Looking at our weight difference, many of you probably could imagine that me fighting him would not be a very good idea. I chose the next best alternative. I scream for my mom's help. Once I realize she could care less and isn't coming to save me, I just pray. I pray for him to stop, I pray for an answer, I pray for a savior.
After over 15 minutes of excruciating fighting, he finally stops. He smiles and walks out of the room feeling proud and accomplished. Tired and irate, I try to get comfortable and fall back asleep, but that never happens. My morning has been ruined.
He never misses a morning, and always makes sure each one is worse than the previous. Considering I can't just stop sleeping, I am forced to wake up with this abuse. Life is rough. One day though, mark my word, I shall have my revenge and it will be oh so sweet. After I am victorious in the SEBU-lympics, I will take my newly acquired confidence and return the punishment I have endured over the years. Please expect a post for that monumental day.
In the mean time, thank you for your attention. This is probably a good time to get back to the work you are procrastinating on. I give you permission to do so. Until next time, stay thirsty my friends.
Long Live The Prince
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
Club SEBU Shout Out of the Week
While riding home from my Aunt's house today with my right hand man and the Boogey (Big L and Boogey-D respectively), I reached out for some assistance. I sincerely asked them if they had any idea who should receive the often celebrated Club SEBU Shout Out of the Week.
As I listened to my brother secretly suggest himself while my sister mashed away at the keyboard of her cell phone as she vigorously texted the "Fo'", the recipient of the week struck me like a Bolt of Usain.
Any guess? Times up.
This weeks Club SEBU Shout Out of the Week is reserved for none other than the Boogiest of them all. Divine "Boogey-D" Sebuharara. Congratulations to you and your family, this is a tremendous achievement.
When she is not sleeping (extremely rare), Boogey-D likes to spend her time viewing our posts here at Club SEBU Inc. She also sets aside 'awake time' to post social interviews on Facebook, with raving reviews of the Club. She sometimes has to be reminded, yet she always devotes precious time to enjoy the posts. These are ideal actions of a Club member. We do not only appreciate her enthusiasm and fidelity, we also encourage this in our younger viewers. Boogey-D, you are a trend-setter and I thank you.
Once more, Congratulations Boogey-D for your impressive approach ability to always lend a helping hand. You've made your way from a Tiny Star to a Galaxy of Brilliance.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.
Long Live The Fans
As I listened to my brother secretly suggest himself while my sister mashed away at the keyboard of her cell phone as she vigorously texted the "Fo'", the recipient of the week struck me like a Bolt of Usain.
Any guess? Times up.
This weeks Club SEBU Shout Out of the Week is reserved for none other than the Boogiest of them all. Divine "Boogey-D" Sebuharara. Congratulations to you and your family, this is a tremendous achievement.
When she is not sleeping (extremely rare), Boogey-D likes to spend her time viewing our posts here at Club SEBU Inc. She also sets aside 'awake time' to post social interviews on Facebook, with raving reviews of the Club. She sometimes has to be reminded, yet she always devotes precious time to enjoy the posts. These are ideal actions of a Club member. We do not only appreciate her enthusiasm and fidelity, we also encourage this in our younger viewers. Boogey-D, you are a trend-setter and I thank you.
Once more, Congratulations Boogey-D for your impressive approach ability to always lend a helping hand. You've made your way from a Tiny Star to a Galaxy of Brilliance.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.
Long Live The Fans
What's Beef?
Tupac vs. Biggie.....Yankees vs. Red Sox.....LeBron vs. Kobe.....Richie vs. Santa
Over the last few years, I have sensed a little bit of tension between me and Jolly Ole Saint Nick. Truthfully, I am not exactly sure what I have done to make him angry but I have certainly upset Kris Kringle.
I have noticed a trend lately. As we approach the Holiday season, everyone plans out their wishful Christmas lists. Just as everybody did, I would follow the procedure and think of everything I wanted. I am quite greedy and have realized that my humble lists have grown from year to year to small novels that I am now quite embarrassed by. Don't judge me.
Now in all fairness, since my lists were quite cumbersome, I chose to be on my best behavior for 364 days of the year (April 8th is my day to be wild). Considering on my designated wild day I usually bask in the glory of yet another year of prestige and do absolutely nothing, my 365 days are untarnished (I do not believe in leap year). Quite the track record but somehow I find myself always on the naughty list every December 25th.
Each year, for the past 5 or so, I have been struck by what I like to call "Santa's Revenge". I get sick 1 time a year and I find it strange that it is always the week of Christmas. It is one of two things.
If anyone is in contact with Mr. Claus, let him know that I am looking for him. Clearly he has lost my address and all my contact information. More importantly, he is on the brink of losing my respect. I'm giving it one more year. If I get sick next Christmas Santa, I promise you this.....I will find you. Let us squash this beef, and return to the days where I anticipated your arrival rather than formulate a strategy to combat it.
I apologize for my uncharacteristically bad mood, it's just that this sickness has overstayed its visit and my body has had enough.
In other news. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.
Until next time, don't stop, make it pop, DJ blow my speakers up.
Long Live The Prince
Over the last few years, I have sensed a little bit of tension between me and Jolly Ole Saint Nick. Truthfully, I am not exactly sure what I have done to make him angry but I have certainly upset Kris Kringle.
I have noticed a trend lately. As we approach the Holiday season, everyone plans out their wishful Christmas lists. Just as everybody did, I would follow the procedure and think of everything I wanted. I am quite greedy and have realized that my humble lists have grown from year to year to small novels that I am now quite embarrassed by. Don't judge me.
Now in all fairness, since my lists were quite cumbersome, I chose to be on my best behavior for 364 days of the year (April 8th is my day to be wild). Considering on my designated wild day I usually bask in the glory of yet another year of prestige and do absolutely nothing, my 365 days are untarnished (I do not believe in leap year). Quite the track record but somehow I find myself always on the naughty list every December 25th.
Each year, for the past 5 or so, I have been struck by what I like to call "Santa's Revenge". I get sick 1 time a year and I find it strange that it is always the week of Christmas. It is one of two things.
- I am allergic to Christmas
- Me and Santa are beefin'
If anyone is in contact with Mr. Claus, let him know that I am looking for him. Clearly he has lost my address and all my contact information. More importantly, he is on the brink of losing my respect. I'm giving it one more year. If I get sick next Christmas Santa, I promise you this.....I will find you. Let us squash this beef, and return to the days where I anticipated your arrival rather than formulate a strategy to combat it.
I apologize for my uncharacteristically bad mood, it's just that this sickness has overstayed its visit and my body has had enough.
In other news. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.
Until next time, don't stop, make it pop, DJ blow my speakers up.
Long Live The Prince
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Club SEBU Shout Out of the Week
Second Saturday in a row. I know fans, I am slacking. I'll be back on my game next Friday. Anyways, let's get this show on the road shall we?
This week, the Club is honored and privileged to give out the award. I hope the other recipients do not take offense to this, but this weeks winner has done a marvelous job that has definitely inspired me to continue dominating the Blogworld. The Club SEBU Shout Out of the Week goes to...
Drum roll please
Camille Ginyard. Congratulations! After years of vaulting over tremendous heights, you have reached the pinnacle of existence. Ms. Ginyard is a regular in the Club and has frequently showed allegiance to Team SEBU. Camille also impressed Club SEBU officials with her uncanny ability to recite direct quotes from the Blog, precisely how they were written. This is a skill that one could only dream to harness.
Once more, Congratulations Ms. Ginyard, for your most recent accomplishment. You have entered the land of prestige and we are glad to have you here.
Until next time...there's a She-Wolf in your closet.
Long Live The Fans
This week, the Club is honored and privileged to give out the award. I hope the other recipients do not take offense to this, but this weeks winner has done a marvelous job that has definitely inspired me to continue dominating the Blogworld. The Club SEBU Shout Out of the Week goes to...
Drum roll please
Camille Ginyard. Congratulations! After years of vaulting over tremendous heights, you have reached the pinnacle of existence. Ms. Ginyard is a regular in the Club and has frequently showed allegiance to Team SEBU. Camille also impressed Club SEBU officials with her uncanny ability to recite direct quotes from the Blog, precisely how they were written. This is a skill that one could only dream to harness.
Once more, Congratulations Ms. Ginyard, for your most recent accomplishment. You have entered the land of prestige and we are glad to have you here.
Until next time...there's a She-Wolf in your closet.
Long Live The Fans
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Facebook Anonymous
Hello everyone. I am Richie Sebuharara, and I am addicted to Facebook.
This is a new discovery that I am a little embarrassed to admit, but was eating me up inside. As I continually made fun of my brother's severe addiction, I slowly began to pick up what I now believe is a hereditary trait in our family.
I began to question myself when I arrived in Vestal on Friday, December the 11th. The moment I stepped into my house, I put down all my belongings and headed to the computer to update my status. My updated status read "Daddy's home...". Yet another golden status. Roughly two minutes after I clicked "Share", I signed back on to Facebook to see if anyone had sprinkled their feelings on my status in the form of a red balloon called a notification. Nothing. I proceeded to check at 5 minute increments for the next hour or so. First sign.
The second and more crucial symptom came when my brother ventured off for work on Monday as he does every week. I knew this moment would come but I was far from prepared for it. As I sat in the window and watched him drive off into the snowy horizon, I turned to myself and asked "Richie, what are you going to do until 5 pm?" (it was approximately 9 am when he left). My only other option was to check my Facebook.
From 9 am to 8 pm (my brother had to lift after work), I wasted my time reading pointless stories, and social interviews on Facebook. I saw thousands of pictures that I was not in, read numerous statuses that varied from kids complaining about upcoming exams, song lyrics from their favorite tune, or clever poems and quotes directed towards someone who allegedly has ruined their lives. I also watched videos littered with inside jokes, and an infinite amount of comments about how awesome that night was, and how none of them remember taking the video. I also saw at least a million different groups, pages, and events that people were joining or attending, even if they had no intentions to go forward with any further requirements asked by the groups. As I became more and more addicted, I learned that Farmville and a plethora of childish games seem to be the only work done in high school or college. In case you were wondering, no one commented on my status.
Before I could even stand up and grab something to eat, it was 8 o'clock. I had spent my entire day accomplishing nothing. Instead of reading a novel, I read each and every News Feed that popped up. While I could have been cleaning my house, I was looking at every picture I have ever been tagged in. Quite frankly, I had devoted my whole day to learning absolutely nothing.
What hurts even more is I didn't see it coming. What I assumed would be only a couple minutes, turned into hours upon hours dissecting Facebook. I am truly ashamed of myself.
In actuality, I did not spend that much time on Facebook. I took breaks for eating, lifting, getting the mail and talking to Mr Sebu. All in all, the time that I did spend on Facebook was far too long. This social networking site has taken over the globe and has formed a life of its own. In my first "Welcome Home" exam, I failed miserably. You win some, you lose some. In the future I will have to keep the constant Facebook checks to a minimum. Maybe I'll write a book. Who knows. In the mean time, I will have to make major adjustments in my bad habits.
Thank you for joining me again. It has been my pleasure to bore you. Until next time...it's all good baby baby.
Long Live The Prince
This is a new discovery that I am a little embarrassed to admit, but was eating me up inside. As I continually made fun of my brother's severe addiction, I slowly began to pick up what I now believe is a hereditary trait in our family.
I began to question myself when I arrived in Vestal on Friday, December the 11th. The moment I stepped into my house, I put down all my belongings and headed to the computer to update my status. My updated status read "Daddy's home...". Yet another golden status. Roughly two minutes after I clicked "Share", I signed back on to Facebook to see if anyone had sprinkled their feelings on my status in the form of a red balloon called a notification. Nothing. I proceeded to check at 5 minute increments for the next hour or so. First sign.
The second and more crucial symptom came when my brother ventured off for work on Monday as he does every week. I knew this moment would come but I was far from prepared for it. As I sat in the window and watched him drive off into the snowy horizon, I turned to myself and asked "Richie, what are you going to do until 5 pm?" (it was approximately 9 am when he left). My only other option was to check my Facebook.
From 9 am to 8 pm (my brother had to lift after work), I wasted my time reading pointless stories, and social interviews on Facebook. I saw thousands of pictures that I was not in, read numerous statuses that varied from kids complaining about upcoming exams, song lyrics from their favorite tune, or clever poems and quotes directed towards someone who allegedly has ruined their lives. I also watched videos littered with inside jokes, and an infinite amount of comments about how awesome that night was, and how none of them remember taking the video. I also saw at least a million different groups, pages, and events that people were joining or attending, even if they had no intentions to go forward with any further requirements asked by the groups. As I became more and more addicted, I learned that Farmville and a plethora of childish games seem to be the only work done in high school or college. In case you were wondering, no one commented on my status.
Before I could even stand up and grab something to eat, it was 8 o'clock. I had spent my entire day accomplishing nothing. Instead of reading a novel, I read each and every News Feed that popped up. While I could have been cleaning my house, I was looking at every picture I have ever been tagged in. Quite frankly, I had devoted my whole day to learning absolutely nothing.
What hurts even more is I didn't see it coming. What I assumed would be only a couple minutes, turned into hours upon hours dissecting Facebook. I am truly ashamed of myself.
In actuality, I did not spend that much time on Facebook. I took breaks for eating, lifting, getting the mail and talking to Mr Sebu. All in all, the time that I did spend on Facebook was far too long. This social networking site has taken over the globe and has formed a life of its own. In my first "Welcome Home" exam, I failed miserably. You win some, you lose some. In the future I will have to keep the constant Facebook checks to a minimum. Maybe I'll write a book. Who knows. In the mean time, I will have to make major adjustments in my bad habits.
Thank you for joining me again. It has been my pleasure to bore you. Until next time...it's all good baby baby.
Long Live The Prince
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Club SEBU Shout Out of the Week
One day off of my weekly Friday shout out, but we can still get it in.
In honor of my arrival back to Vestal, I decided this weeks recipient should be a Golden Bear. Don't think that I am just giving this weeks award to a Vestalonian because they live here. They have earned their spot in Club SEBU history.
This weeks Club SEBU Shout Out of the Week goes to none other than Mr. Gabe Pickett. After years of rookie mistakes and childish actions, this young man has made his way to the forefront of elite status. As one of the Club's gold standard members, Gabe has exhibited the tools to one day possibly start his own branch of pointless blogs. There will never be anything quite like Club SEBU though, so slow your roll.
Congratulations Gabe a.k.a Junior Sebu. Keep up the extravagant work and the Club shall reward you. Until next time.....my name is Dre, but you can call me Possum Allawishes Jenkins Andre 3000 for short.
Long Live The Fans
In honor of my arrival back to Vestal, I decided this weeks recipient should be a Golden Bear. Don't think that I am just giving this weeks award to a Vestalonian because they live here. They have earned their spot in Club SEBU history.
This weeks Club SEBU Shout Out of the Week goes to none other than Mr. Gabe Pickett. After years of rookie mistakes and childish actions, this young man has made his way to the forefront of elite status. As one of the Club's gold standard members, Gabe has exhibited the tools to one day possibly start his own branch of pointless blogs. There will never be anything quite like Club SEBU though, so slow your roll.
Congratulations Gabe a.k.a Junior Sebu. Keep up the extravagant work and the Club shall reward you. Until next time.....my name is Dre, but you can call me Possum Allawishes Jenkins Andre 3000 for short.
Long Live The Fans
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Bubbleguts
You know exactly what I am talking about. I know many of you out there may deny this at first, and probably make fun of me due to the high levels of embarrassment, but eventually the truth will come out. It happens to all of us, and I figure it's better if we talk about it instead of hiding it.
If you are still a little confused and aren't sure what I am talking about, I feel it is my duty to inform you. You know that little sound that your stomach makes when you are extremely hungry? Or the sound when you eat some foreign college food that your poor little tummy has yet to be vaccinated for? Or the sound that your belly makes prior to a big presentation, but never stops chirping until long after your presentation is done? If you still do not understand, those were all examples of Bubbleguts. There are various situations where this demon decides to visit including free throws during a basketball game, conversation with professors, or everyone's favorite, the first conversation with the specific someone you finally built up enough courage to talk to (don't point fingers...it has happened to all of us).
Since everyone is up to speed with the definition, we can continue on...
As always, I will take you monsters into a story in my own life so you can laugh at me and appreciate your lives a little bit more. It's just what I do.
In the thick of finals week, I found that my new address can be located in Study Table. Study Table is a quiet study hall, similar to study hall that you high school mongrels are required to go to for about 40 minutes a day. The only difference is we are required 8 hours a week as freshmen. Do the math yourself...my last math class was two days ago.
Anyways, while in Study Table, I have been working like a madman. Studying, then working, then studying some more while finishing homework. It has been quite the experience. On top of the glorious workload, I have noticed that I frequently use my "inside voice" when I do not particularly intend to do so. Each time my stomach talks, I quickly look around to see if anyone will notice, or answer to my stomachs belligerent requests (ones that I am yet to find out myself). While scanning the room, I usually see a mass of students either listening to music, talking with their friends, watching movies, or doing their homework with their eyes fastened shut and drool slightly flowing down their chins, none of which constitute as "schoolwork" but that's for another day. When I am done browsing the crowd, it seems as though no one has noticed but I still feel a sense of discomfort and humiliation. Then I think to myself..."Richie, each time someone awkwardly stops what they are doing and looks around suspiciously....they probably are experiencing the same thing as me. No worries big guy. Get back to work".
Yet another unwritten exam that I have been successful in. Although I know sometimes your stomach can sound like thunder rumbling, lightning striking, or a cell phone vibrating during a final exam, but those are all just in your head.
I am by no means saying that it is acceptable, and one should start sharing this sound with others because it is actually quite disturbing. I have tried to convince myself and you all that these sounds are only in your head. Quite frankly I have fabricated the truth, just as anyone before me who has tackled this dilemma. Everyone can hear it. Everyone is just good pretending like they didn't. This is the first college exam I haven't passed. Shame on me and to those others who have failed with me (everyone who is alive has). Don't worry, it is only as awkward as you make it. Do as I do now and pretend it never happened. Believe me, it works.
With this being one of my more suggestive posts, I hope you can still appreciate me. In this post I have simply addressed a quite humorous event that we all go through. Don't judge me too harshly. If you do, there really isn't much I can do so be my guest.
As I repeatedly say, I hope you enjoyed this blog as much as I enjoyed writing it. Go in peace. Until next time...don't call me GaGa.
Long Live The Prince
If you are still a little confused and aren't sure what I am talking about, I feel it is my duty to inform you. You know that little sound that your stomach makes when you are extremely hungry? Or the sound when you eat some foreign college food that your poor little tummy has yet to be vaccinated for? Or the sound that your belly makes prior to a big presentation, but never stops chirping until long after your presentation is done? If you still do not understand, those were all examples of Bubbleguts. There are various situations where this demon decides to visit including free throws during a basketball game, conversation with professors, or everyone's favorite, the first conversation with the specific someone you finally built up enough courage to talk to (don't point fingers...it has happened to all of us).
Since everyone is up to speed with the definition, we can continue on...
As always, I will take you monsters into a story in my own life so you can laugh at me and appreciate your lives a little bit more. It's just what I do.
In the thick of finals week, I found that my new address can be located in Study Table. Study Table is a quiet study hall, similar to study hall that you high school mongrels are required to go to for about 40 minutes a day. The only difference is we are required 8 hours a week as freshmen. Do the math yourself...my last math class was two days ago.
Anyways, while in Study Table, I have been working like a madman. Studying, then working, then studying some more while finishing homework. It has been quite the experience. On top of the glorious workload, I have noticed that I frequently use my "inside voice" when I do not particularly intend to do so. Each time my stomach talks, I quickly look around to see if anyone will notice, or answer to my stomachs belligerent requests (ones that I am yet to find out myself). While scanning the room, I usually see a mass of students either listening to music, talking with their friends, watching movies, or doing their homework with their eyes fastened shut and drool slightly flowing down their chins, none of which constitute as "schoolwork" but that's for another day. When I am done browsing the crowd, it seems as though no one has noticed but I still feel a sense of discomfort and humiliation. Then I think to myself..."Richie, each time someone awkwardly stops what they are doing and looks around suspiciously....they probably are experiencing the same thing as me. No worries big guy. Get back to work".
Yet another unwritten exam that I have been successful in. Although I know sometimes your stomach can sound like thunder rumbling, lightning striking, or a cell phone vibrating during a final exam, but those are all just in your head.
I am by no means saying that it is acceptable, and one should start sharing this sound with others because it is actually quite disturbing. I have tried to convince myself and you all that these sounds are only in your head. Quite frankly I have fabricated the truth, just as anyone before me who has tackled this dilemma. Everyone can hear it. Everyone is just good pretending like they didn't. This is the first college exam I haven't passed. Shame on me and to those others who have failed with me (everyone who is alive has). Don't worry, it is only as awkward as you make it. Do as I do now and pretend it never happened. Believe me, it works.
With this being one of my more suggestive posts, I hope you can still appreciate me. In this post I have simply addressed a quite humorous event that we all go through. Don't judge me too harshly. If you do, there really isn't much I can do so be my guest.
As I repeatedly say, I hope you enjoyed this blog as much as I enjoyed writing it. Go in peace. Until next time...don't call me GaGa.
Long Live The Prince
Monday, December 7, 2009
SEBU-lympics
It is official. After years of bickering and battling, the ultimate test of manhood has finally been confirmed. In the Summer of 2010, at the Golden Bears Dick Hoover Stadium in Vestal NY, I will be participating in the race of my life. I will be taking on the often imitated, never duplicated...King.
For those who don't know, that is my arch nemesis, Loic. Since birth, I have been fighting off SEBU's to become the Greatest SEBU of All Time. I have battled the best of the best, only to be stop just short of the Number 1 spot. Yes, you guessed it. Loic has it. He has finally agreed to give me my chance to shine. His mistake, not mine.
Second place is the first loser and for 18 years, I have only tasted the sweet flavor of victory once. While helping my sister babysit a few summers back, I found myself spending more time in the babysitee's (not a real word) pool than anywhere else. It wasn't for my recreation or amusement, it was my boot camp. I trained hours upon hours, working on my stroke, perfecting my Michael Phelps form, and mastering the art of swimming. All of which paid off that same summer, when I demolished my enemy and became the fastest SEBU in water. I need that flavor back!
After years of living under The King's shadow, losing has become way of life. Not only do I lose physically, I have lost my identity. Instead of being addressed as "Richie", I am now known as "Loic's brother". If that is too long for someone to say, I am just called "Loic".
I answer to "Loic", and I've had it!
Now is the real test. We are taking it to the track. The original Olympic game. No gimmicks, no excuses, just racing.
What most likely will be the slowest 100 and 200 meter dashes to date for you viewers, is the most important race of my life. I could win Gold in the Olympics (hypothetically speaking of course), beating the likes of Usain Bolt, and Tyson Gay and would not even be close to as satisfied as I will be when I defeat the King.
This is more than a race to me. This is destiny. Losing is not an option, better yet, only a figment of my brother's imagination.
Hopefully I didn't bore you too much, and you may be interested to watch this epic race. Please leave thoughts, feelings, or emotions at your own discretion here or on my Facebook. All of your opinions are accepted. (Statements against me will leave you subject to harsh consequence.)
Summer 2010... World War SEBU
Until next time....We are all Witnesses
Long Live The Prince
For those who don't know, that is my arch nemesis, Loic. Since birth, I have been fighting off SEBU's to become the Greatest SEBU of All Time. I have battled the best of the best, only to be stop just short of the Number 1 spot. Yes, you guessed it. Loic has it. He has finally agreed to give me my chance to shine. His mistake, not mine.
Second place is the first loser and for 18 years, I have only tasted the sweet flavor of victory once. While helping my sister babysit a few summers back, I found myself spending more time in the babysitee's (not a real word) pool than anywhere else. It wasn't for my recreation or amusement, it was my boot camp. I trained hours upon hours, working on my stroke, perfecting my Michael Phelps form, and mastering the art of swimming. All of which paid off that same summer, when I demolished my enemy and became the fastest SEBU in water. I need that flavor back!
After years of living under The King's shadow, losing has become way of life. Not only do I lose physically, I have lost my identity. Instead of being addressed as "Richie", I am now known as "Loic's brother". If that is too long for someone to say, I am just called "Loic".
I answer to "Loic", and I've had it!
Now is the real test. We are taking it to the track. The original Olympic game. No gimmicks, no excuses, just racing.
What most likely will be the slowest 100 and 200 meter dashes to date for you viewers, is the most important race of my life. I could win Gold in the Olympics (hypothetically speaking of course), beating the likes of Usain Bolt, and Tyson Gay and would not even be close to as satisfied as I will be when I defeat the King.
This is more than a race to me. This is destiny. Losing is not an option, better yet, only a figment of my brother's imagination.
Hopefully I didn't bore you too much, and you may be interested to watch this epic race. Please leave thoughts, feelings, or emotions at your own discretion here or on my Facebook. All of your opinions are accepted. (Statements against me will leave you subject to harsh consequence.)
Summer 2010... World War SEBU
Until next time....We are all Witnesses
Long Live The Prince
Friday, December 4, 2009
Club SEBU Shout Out of the Week
Hello my little monsters. It's Friday again, and you know what that means. This week's recipient was an easy one to chose. As I sat down with the officials of Club SEBU Inc., we came to a unanimous decision.
This weeks winner is my fellow Section IV-er, Brendan Nugent.
Now back in Section IV, CV Warriors and Golden Bears do not get along. Here in the Dirty Buff, we are like two peas in a pod. I am not exactly sure what that means but it sounds good.
Mr. Nugent has been a regular at the Club SEBU Headquarters and we welcome him with opened arms. As the first non-Sebu to win this award, he has become a pioneer and a positive advocate for the Club.
Brendan, congratulations on this distinguished honor and your loyalty to the Club. Until next time, rock rock to the Planet Rock.....don't stop.
Long Live The Fans
"reading this is my favorite way to procrastinate on homework" (Nugent Facebook)
This weeks winner is my fellow Section IV-er, Brendan Nugent.
Now back in Section IV, CV Warriors and Golden Bears do not get along. Here in the Dirty Buff, we are like two peas in a pod. I am not exactly sure what that means but it sounds good.
Mr. Nugent has been a regular at the Club SEBU Headquarters and we welcome him with opened arms. As the first non-Sebu to win this award, he has become a pioneer and a positive advocate for the Club.
Brendan, congratulations on this distinguished honor and your loyalty to the Club. Until next time, rock rock to the Planet Rock.....don't stop.
Long Live The Fans
"reading this is my favorite way to procrastinate on homework" (Nugent Facebook)
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Club SEBU Notice
I apologize for the lack of posts lately. I have recently been bombarded with a large load of work since we college students have approached the most bittersweet time of the year...finals week. For my loyal fans, I am truly sorry but I may not be able to produce as many wonderful stories for a couple weeks. I am not declaring a hiatus from the Blog-world, but I am just asking for your patience while I embark on the final assessments of my first semester in Jail. Once the semester ends (December 11th), I will be bringing the heat regularly as previously promised in my first post, First day.
If this is the first Blog you have read, continue as directed:
Long Live The Prince
If this is the first Blog you have read, continue as directed:
- Briefly scan through "Club SEBU"
- Read through "Club SEBU"
- Reread "Club SEBU"
Long Live The Prince
Saturday, November 28, 2009
PJ Experience
Track and Field has become a pretty large part of my life. Aside from classes, most of my time is spent under what I like to call the "Papa Jenkins Experience". Prior to college, I only knew as much as my brother told me (former Jumper at UB...youtube him). I met Papa J as a Junior in high school, but it did not compare to being one of his pupils. I had no idea how remarkable the real deal was. Under the direction of Papa J, I've learned so much about life. I've learned to stay relaxed as well as to take care of business in the classroom. These are attributes that I will carry with me for a lifetime. I've encountered a lot of freshmen who don't live by these standards, along with many upperclassmen. They're killin' me. Can I blame them? No I cannot, because some haven't been blessed to meet such a splendid individual. But I will blame them anyways, cause unlike Akon, you cannot put the blame on me. With Papa J as one of my tag-team partners, I don't have to worry about anything (enemies, violence, the Beach), and I believe I can conquer college, one semester at a time.
Papa Jenkins says it right
Always rep the Blue and White
Long Live The Prince
Papa Jenkins says it right
Always rep the Blue and White
Long Live The Prince
Friday, November 27, 2009
Club SEBU Shout Out of the Week
I appreciate the support from all you beautiful fans out there. Like every celebrity says when given an award, I am doing this for all of you. This week in the Club, I am going to do something that has never been done.
The Club SEBU Shout Out of the Week goes to "The Lord of Darkness" Loic Sebuharara AND "Lady YaYa" Karine Sebuharara. Yes, Co-Champions.
I understand that this may be a cop out to some, but both showed genuine love to the Club, which is always welcomed. It could also be considered fishy that both weeks have had family members as recipients of the award. All I can say to this is the rest of you should step your game up. You don't have to, but it's a suggestion.
Once again, congratulations to The Lord of Darkness and Lady YaYa. Well deserved. Until next week my little monsters.
Long Live The Fans
The Club SEBU Shout Out of the Week goes to "The Lord of Darkness" Loic Sebuharara AND "Lady YaYa" Karine Sebuharara. Yes, Co-Champions.
I understand that this may be a cop out to some, but both showed genuine love to the Club, which is always welcomed. It could also be considered fishy that both weeks have had family members as recipients of the award. All I can say to this is the rest of you should step your game up. You don't have to, but it's a suggestion.
Once again, congratulations to The Lord of Darkness and Lady YaYa. Well deserved. Until next week my little monsters.
Long Live The Fans
Friday, November 20, 2009
Where is my bed?
I remember it like it was yesterday. I sat at home, in the Blue Room, listening to my brother tell me how tough college can get. As I sipped on my Green Juice, I listened to him run his mouth while words went in one ear and out the other. He claimed that sometimes "you were just so tired, you fall asleep anywhere. It doesn't matter where." Naturally, I disagreed and told him how I'm not him and I won't do that. All he said was "you'll see."
I was wrong. I said it. I was wrong. Get a good look at it, because I am not wrong often.
Now in the 2 and a half months that I have been here in Buffalo, I have found that just about anything can be considered a bed. With the heavy workload, strenuous track workouts, and multiple other distractions, sometimes I just get tired and want to sleep. I have spent more time sleeping on campus than in my actual bed, which leads me to question where my actual bed is. Since I have fallen asleep so many different places, I have gotten a lot of strange looks. Sleeping in public is a huge risk, but sometimes just cannot be avoided.
Anyone who has been blessed to sleep in the same room as me, better yet the same house, knows that I am a heavy snorer. There has been reports from my neighbors back home about a strange sound coming from a room upstairs, which happens to be mine. At first I denied these claims, and pleaded not guilty. After waking myself up with my own snoring on numerous occasions, I have come to the realization that I could probably wake the dead with my nostrils.
Now that the stage is set, I will perform.
It was the first day that I had to wake up early for track practice and a lift. Considering I finished writing an essay at 2 am that morning and had to be up at 8 am that same morning, I knew I was in for yet another Unwritten College exam. I slugged my way through practice and made my way to class. After what felt like days, I made it to my class with an hour to spare. I thought to myself "Richie, what is something productive you can do for an hour?" I decided it was best if I read some work and got ahead in my class. I went to the common area outside my class, found the closest chair, dropped my book bag, and took a seat.
This was no ordinary seat. There was something different about this seat. I tried to stand up to see what I was really sitting on, but I was stuck. The cushion had wrapped itself around me, just as the blankets of my bed would do. Suddenly I felt welcomed. I put my feet up, let my hair down, and relaxed. I decided that I deserved a little break. Just a short 5 minute nap to rejuvenate my heavyweight body. I began to drift off into a dream-like state but was still aware of what was going on around me. This felt nice. I had made the right decision.
What was originally planned as a 5 minute nap, turned out to be a 45-50 minute sleep.
When I finally woke up shaken, confused, and scared, as anyone who has just fallen asleep in public would do...I was ashamed. I couldn't believe that I let myself fall asleep. Not only that, my brother was right. To add insult to injury, once I regained full consciousness, I noticed that I had quite the audience. Instead of doing the work they should have been doing, their eyes remained glue to my fatigued body. Tupac said it best, all eyez where on me.
Judging by my sleep habits, and the smirks on all the little gremlins faces', I knew I had been snoring. Not just a snore, but an aggressive, violent snore. At this point, I was terribly embarrassed. I was the laughing stock of the Law Library common area. Here I was, with future six figure workers, making an absolute fool out of myself. These people could be my future lawyers, and I was drooling all over my shirt like a child. There is no way they could ever take me seriously. I did the only thing I was permitted to do at this point. I picked up my belongings, and left as if nothing ever happened. As I walked away, I vowed to never sleep in public again. I would not let myself fall into this trap again.
That same day I feel asleep on a 3 minute bus ride to my dorm.
In retrospect, I learned a lot. Above all, I learned that my bed is wherever I want. Through one of the most embarrassing moments of my young college life, I learned that it is okay to sleep. Now, I sleep in the same Law Library common area every Tuesday after practice. No one cares. Well at least I don't think anyone cares. I try to keep the snoring to a minimum, but hey, I can only do so much. Just like all my college battles so far, I have once again left victorious. This was a difficult one as well, but I am no pushover. It is going to take a lot more for college to knock me down for the 10 count.
As usual, I am proud of myself. I did a good job. Whenever I learn something, I feel accomplished. Although I could have learned this over a year ago when my brother insisted that it would happen, but I guess I deserved to learn the hard way for being immature.
Right now, my eyes are burning as much as yours. It has been a pleasure to entertain you (assuming you were entertained), but now it is Beauty Rest time. I don't really need the Beauty Rest, but I like it. Until next time...B-Jentle
Long Live The Prince
I was wrong. I said it. I was wrong. Get a good look at it, because I am not wrong often.
Now in the 2 and a half months that I have been here in Buffalo, I have found that just about anything can be considered a bed. With the heavy workload, strenuous track workouts, and multiple other distractions, sometimes I just get tired and want to sleep. I have spent more time sleeping on campus than in my actual bed, which leads me to question where my actual bed is. Since I have fallen asleep so many different places, I have gotten a lot of strange looks. Sleeping in public is a huge risk, but sometimes just cannot be avoided.
Anyone who has been blessed to sleep in the same room as me, better yet the same house, knows that I am a heavy snorer. There has been reports from my neighbors back home about a strange sound coming from a room upstairs, which happens to be mine. At first I denied these claims, and pleaded not guilty. After waking myself up with my own snoring on numerous occasions, I have come to the realization that I could probably wake the dead with my nostrils.
Now that the stage is set, I will perform.
It was the first day that I had to wake up early for track practice and a lift. Considering I finished writing an essay at 2 am that morning and had to be up at 8 am that same morning, I knew I was in for yet another Unwritten College exam. I slugged my way through practice and made my way to class. After what felt like days, I made it to my class with an hour to spare. I thought to myself "Richie, what is something productive you can do for an hour?" I decided it was best if I read some work and got ahead in my class. I went to the common area outside my class, found the closest chair, dropped my book bag, and took a seat.
This was no ordinary seat. There was something different about this seat. I tried to stand up to see what I was really sitting on, but I was stuck. The cushion had wrapped itself around me, just as the blankets of my bed would do. Suddenly I felt welcomed. I put my feet up, let my hair down, and relaxed. I decided that I deserved a little break. Just a short 5 minute nap to rejuvenate my heavyweight body. I began to drift off into a dream-like state but was still aware of what was going on around me. This felt nice. I had made the right decision.
What was originally planned as a 5 minute nap, turned out to be a 45-50 minute sleep.
When I finally woke up shaken, confused, and scared, as anyone who has just fallen asleep in public would do...I was ashamed. I couldn't believe that I let myself fall asleep. Not only that, my brother was right. To add insult to injury, once I regained full consciousness, I noticed that I had quite the audience. Instead of doing the work they should have been doing, their eyes remained glue to my fatigued body. Tupac said it best, all eyez where on me.
Judging by my sleep habits, and the smirks on all the little gremlins faces', I knew I had been snoring. Not just a snore, but an aggressive, violent snore. At this point, I was terribly embarrassed. I was the laughing stock of the Law Library common area. Here I was, with future six figure workers, making an absolute fool out of myself. These people could be my future lawyers, and I was drooling all over my shirt like a child. There is no way they could ever take me seriously. I did the only thing I was permitted to do at this point. I picked up my belongings, and left as if nothing ever happened. As I walked away, I vowed to never sleep in public again. I would not let myself fall into this trap again.
That same day I feel asleep on a 3 minute bus ride to my dorm.
In retrospect, I learned a lot. Above all, I learned that my bed is wherever I want. Through one of the most embarrassing moments of my young college life, I learned that it is okay to sleep. Now, I sleep in the same Law Library common area every Tuesday after practice. No one cares. Well at least I don't think anyone cares. I try to keep the snoring to a minimum, but hey, I can only do so much. Just like all my college battles so far, I have once again left victorious. This was a difficult one as well, but I am no pushover. It is going to take a lot more for college to knock me down for the 10 count.
As usual, I am proud of myself. I did a good job. Whenever I learn something, I feel accomplished. Although I could have learned this over a year ago when my brother insisted that it would happen, but I guess I deserved to learn the hard way for being immature.
Right now, my eyes are burning as much as yours. It has been a pleasure to entertain you (assuming you were entertained), but now it is Beauty Rest time. I don't really need the Beauty Rest, but I like it. Until next time...B-Jentle
Long Live The Prince
Club SEBU Shout Out of the Week
Hello world. I know it has been a while, but I have been quite busy this week. I am back though, and ready to go to work.
I appreciate the love that the Blog has been getting. Keep it coming. While sorting through the fanmail, I decided that Fridays are officially for you, the fans. Each Friday, Club SEBU will be honoring a particular fan for showing extraordinary love to the Club.
I'd like to make an exclusive Club SEBU Shout Out to Mrs. Andree Sebuharara (a.k.a Mama Sebu). Thank you for the text message. More importantly, thank you for the 2 gallons of Green Juice waiting for me at home. I can always count on you to remember my favorite drink, unlike some people. You know who you are. Mama Sebu, you earned your position in this Blog. When I am home, you will be receiving a warm, loving hug. Congratulations.
Long Live The Fans
I appreciate the love that the Blog has been getting. Keep it coming. While sorting through the fanmail, I decided that Fridays are officially for you, the fans. Each Friday, Club SEBU will be honoring a particular fan for showing extraordinary love to the Club.
I'd like to make an exclusive Club SEBU Shout Out to Mrs. Andree Sebuharara (a.k.a Mama Sebu). Thank you for the text message. More importantly, thank you for the 2 gallons of Green Juice waiting for me at home. I can always count on you to remember my favorite drink, unlike some people. You know who you are. Mama Sebu, you earned your position in this Blog. When I am home, you will be receiving a warm, loving hug. Congratulations.
Long Live The Fans
Saturday, November 14, 2009
This Is It
For the most part, college has been kind to me. On some occasions, it frustrates me (homework, exams, cold showers, sub-par food) but nothing The Prince can't handle.
This weekend, college dropped its gloves and tried to knock me out like Pacquiao did Cotto. Thankfully I am quick with the hands, and watch a lot of WWE (shout outs to Vince McMahon), so I knew how to counter.
It all started with my brother coming up on Saturday. In anticipation of his arrival, more so the arrival of my beloved Green Juice (see Ode to Green Juice), I became very anxious. I received a text message. It was my Green Juice Dealer. I smiled and raced down ten flights of stairs via elevator. I bombarded through the door and saw paradise. We briefly discussed how skinny we both were, and yet how we are both still heavyweights (that's just what G's do). We then proceeded to my room. My brother made himself comfortable as I prepared my taste buds for the exquisite savor of Green Juice.
This is it.
Nothing.
He had forgotten.
Words could not express the sudden mood swing I experienced. I became violent and belligerent. I felt betrayed. How could my brother forget the one and only beverage to ever steal my heart? Could I ever love again? Never.
Now obviously that was the worst of my weekend, but college had one more big punch to throw at me. Class registration. Now I won't take you through the entire adventure, because it has been 24 hours and I have not slept. Quite frankly, my fingers are too tired to type the whole process. Not only did I have that to worry about, it was time for laundry. Approximately 4 am. (I usually do laundry at 10pm.*note sarcasm*)
I gathered my laundry and headed to the home of dirty undergarments, and unbearable heat. On the way, there was a bizarre liquid roaming the elevator floor. Fortunately for me, I was awake enough to avoid stepping in it. Apparently a 27 second elevator ride can make you pretty tired, because I was not awake enough to avoid the sticky substance sitting outside the elevator door, waiting for my size 10.5 moccasins.
In all the grim and darkness of the night, there was one brief sight of life. When I entered the laundry room, to my complete surprise, someone else came down to do laundry. He had a different technique to doing his laundry, one that I think only few are familiar with. He was laying on the laundry room sofa, face down, passed out. He had no detergent, no dryer sheets, no dirty clothes for that matter. It was interesting to see. He was doing his laundry without any of the necessary utensils, and absolutely no effort at all. I became terribly jealous as I carried a hefty laundry basket of smelly clothes. Anyway, after I put my clothes into the washers, I walked out only to find that my laundry-"mate" (no pun intended) had taken up a new approach, and moved from the comfortable, yet dirty sofa, to the grimy, even dirtier, probably sticky laundry room floor. It then occurred to me that not only did he make some more dirty clothes for his laundry load, he had also been sleeping this entire time after a long night of "studying". I offered him a Brisk Iced Tea, but then drank it myself and left.
Between numerous trips to the Laundry room, the sun decided to come visit. I was a little angry because I had yet to sleep and the sun was already waking me up. At this point I was too tired to even care or complain. You can never trust Mother Nature.
After finishing registration, and laundry at roughly 9 am, I decided that I deserved a nap. I first looked at my Derrick Rose jersey, and gave it a quick hug before I went to bed, as I do every night (shout outs to Lady YaYa), then proceeded to jump into my beds arms. As soon as my precious head hit the pillow, one of my alarms went off. A little upset, I turned it off and went back to work. Another alarm went off. Upset had upgraded to rage, and I violently turned it off. I waited a few seconds, in case another alarm was playing possum, then I went to bed.
Another alarm.
I slowly got up and turned off what was the last alarm. Instead of laying back down, I just sat on my bed and waited. I am not sure what I was waiting for, but I just waited.
Now I sit in Study Table, similar to how I sat on my bed. Sleepless, angry, and waiting. But as I sit here, listening to Michael Jackson, I realize something. I have defeated one of the many unwritten exams of college. College threw a good combination of hooks, and jabs. As the superior fighter, I came out victorious. I am a champion.
I appreciate you wasting your time with me as I waste mine. I am not kicking you out, it is just that the Study Table monitor is turning off all of the lights, and glaring at me. I think he wants me out. Until next time...Boom Boom Pow
Long Live The Prince
This weekend, college dropped its gloves and tried to knock me out like Pacquiao did Cotto. Thankfully I am quick with the hands, and watch a lot of WWE (shout outs to Vince McMahon), so I knew how to counter.
It all started with my brother coming up on Saturday. In anticipation of his arrival, more so the arrival of my beloved Green Juice (see Ode to Green Juice), I became very anxious. I received a text message. It was my Green Juice Dealer. I smiled and raced down ten flights of stairs via elevator. I bombarded through the door and saw paradise. We briefly discussed how skinny we both were, and yet how we are both still heavyweights (that's just what G's do). We then proceeded to my room. My brother made himself comfortable as I prepared my taste buds for the exquisite savor of Green Juice.
This is it.
Nothing.
He had forgotten.
Words could not express the sudden mood swing I experienced. I became violent and belligerent. I felt betrayed. How could my brother forget the one and only beverage to ever steal my heart? Could I ever love again? Never.
Now obviously that was the worst of my weekend, but college had one more big punch to throw at me. Class registration. Now I won't take you through the entire adventure, because it has been 24 hours and I have not slept. Quite frankly, my fingers are too tired to type the whole process. Not only did I have that to worry about, it was time for laundry. Approximately 4 am. (I usually do laundry at 10pm.*note sarcasm*)
I gathered my laundry and headed to the home of dirty undergarments, and unbearable heat. On the way, there was a bizarre liquid roaming the elevator floor. Fortunately for me, I was awake enough to avoid stepping in it. Apparently a 27 second elevator ride can make you pretty tired, because I was not awake enough to avoid the sticky substance sitting outside the elevator door, waiting for my size 10.5 moccasins.
In all the grim and darkness of the night, there was one brief sight of life. When I entered the laundry room, to my complete surprise, someone else came down to do laundry. He had a different technique to doing his laundry, one that I think only few are familiar with. He was laying on the laundry room sofa, face down, passed out. He had no detergent, no dryer sheets, no dirty clothes for that matter. It was interesting to see. He was doing his laundry without any of the necessary utensils, and absolutely no effort at all. I became terribly jealous as I carried a hefty laundry basket of smelly clothes. Anyway, after I put my clothes into the washers, I walked out only to find that my laundry-"mate" (no pun intended) had taken up a new approach, and moved from the comfortable, yet dirty sofa, to the grimy, even dirtier, probably sticky laundry room floor. It then occurred to me that not only did he make some more dirty clothes for his laundry load, he had also been sleeping this entire time after a long night of "studying". I offered him a Brisk Iced Tea, but then drank it myself and left.
Between numerous trips to the Laundry room, the sun decided to come visit. I was a little angry because I had yet to sleep and the sun was already waking me up. At this point I was too tired to even care or complain. You can never trust Mother Nature.
After finishing registration, and laundry at roughly 9 am, I decided that I deserved a nap. I first looked at my Derrick Rose jersey, and gave it a quick hug before I went to bed, as I do every night (shout outs to Lady YaYa), then proceeded to jump into my beds arms. As soon as my precious head hit the pillow, one of my alarms went off. A little upset, I turned it off and went back to work. Another alarm went off. Upset had upgraded to rage, and I violently turned it off. I waited a few seconds, in case another alarm was playing possum, then I went to bed.
Another alarm.
I slowly got up and turned off what was the last alarm. Instead of laying back down, I just sat on my bed and waited. I am not sure what I was waiting for, but I just waited.
Now I sit in Study Table, similar to how I sat on my bed. Sleepless, angry, and waiting. But as I sit here, listening to Michael Jackson, I realize something. I have defeated one of the many unwritten exams of college. College threw a good combination of hooks, and jabs. As the superior fighter, I came out victorious. I am a champion.
I appreciate you wasting your time with me as I waste mine. I am not kicking you out, it is just that the Study Table monitor is turning off all of the lights, and glaring at me. I think he wants me out. Until next time...Boom Boom Pow
Long Live The Prince
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Ode to Green Juice
It has been over two months since I arrived in Buffalo. I have yet to be home or see anyone in my family except my sister at Buffalo State twice (shout outs to Boogey D). Not only that, Terrell Owens has yet to return any of my calls since I have been up here. We were supposed to do lunch sometime, maybe catch a movie. Apparently he's gotten too bougie and can't talk to me anymore, but that is for another blog. Most importantly, I have not had an opportunity to even see my precious Green Juice.
Now for those of you who don't know what Green Juice is, this entire blog will be a complete waste of time, and ridiculously boring for you. I understand that you also might feel the need to re-evaluate our friendship, but that is a risk I am willing to take.
On the other hand, my Green Juice Clan knows the severity of life without Green Juice. Prior to college, I was on a strict, 1 gallon a day diet. Now to some that may seem like a lie, and too others, quite unhealthy. I confess, I did not drink that much daily, but I did drink a lot of it (Mama Sebu, and various other Sebu's can attest to this claim). Green Juice was more than a drink to me, it was a part of me. It did not only quench my thirst, but also quenched my mind, body, and soul. It was and still is the substance of my well being. As one could predict, I have been going through withdrawal.
It has been a rough time for me and I am a mess without Green Juice. Now in the midst of my plea to be reacquainted with my beloved Green Juice, I have one request. This one request is for you. Not only you who is glued to the screen of your computer when you should probably be doing your homework, but all those inhabitants of God's green Earth. In all actuality this is really only a request to my brother, YaLoic (shout outs to Kickin' it wit' LoLo). After reading your Blog, I came across a line in which you said "Moving along, I might have to make an emergency trip to Buffalo this weekend"(Kickin' it wit' LoLo, lines 5-6). If this holds truth, I ask you, from one man to another, could you bring me some delicious Green Juice? I am not asking for much. Not a gallon. Not a half gallon. Just enough to place a wonderful smile back onto my otherwise depressed and parched face. Can you do that for me? Words would not be able to express the joy I will receive upon viewing and tasting my most cherished Green Juice.
In conclusion, I would like to formally apologize to the innocent eyes out there who were merely doing homework, stalking Facebook and stumbled upon this blog. Quite frankly, I'm sure you feel very betrayed, and insulted that I would steal your time with this Ode to Green Juice, and add fuel to the fire called Procrastination. My dearest apologies. Until next time...Party in the U.S.A.
Long Live The Prince
Now for those of you who don't know what Green Juice is, this entire blog will be a complete waste of time, and ridiculously boring for you. I understand that you also might feel the need to re-evaluate our friendship, but that is a risk I am willing to take.
On the other hand, my Green Juice Clan knows the severity of life without Green Juice. Prior to college, I was on a strict, 1 gallon a day diet. Now to some that may seem like a lie, and too others, quite unhealthy. I confess, I did not drink that much daily, but I did drink a lot of it (Mama Sebu, and various other Sebu's can attest to this claim). Green Juice was more than a drink to me, it was a part of me. It did not only quench my thirst, but also quenched my mind, body, and soul. It was and still is the substance of my well being. As one could predict, I have been going through withdrawal.
It has been a rough time for me and I am a mess without Green Juice. Now in the midst of my plea to be reacquainted with my beloved Green Juice, I have one request. This one request is for you. Not only you who is glued to the screen of your computer when you should probably be doing your homework, but all those inhabitants of God's green Earth. In all actuality this is really only a request to my brother, YaLoic (shout outs to Kickin' it wit' LoLo). After reading your Blog, I came across a line in which you said "Moving along, I might have to make an emergency trip to Buffalo this weekend"(Kickin' it wit' LoLo, lines 5-6). If this holds truth, I ask you, from one man to another, could you bring me some delicious Green Juice? I am not asking for much. Not a gallon. Not a half gallon. Just enough to place a wonderful smile back onto my otherwise depressed and parched face. Can you do that for me? Words would not be able to express the joy I will receive upon viewing and tasting my most cherished Green Juice.
In conclusion, I would like to formally apologize to the innocent eyes out there who were merely doing homework, stalking Facebook and stumbled upon this blog. Quite frankly, I'm sure you feel very betrayed, and insulted that I would steal your time with this Ode to Green Juice, and add fuel to the fire called Procrastination. My dearest apologies. Until next time...Party in the U.S.A.
Long Live The Prince
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
The Tundra
So as I predicted, my brother did indeed create a blog and is now terrorizing the blog world with me.
(Shout outs to his blog "Kickin' it wit' LoLo"...check it out some time). Anyways, back to the lecture at hand....
I would assume that at this point, you may be wondering why this is entitled "The Tundra". Quite frankly I'm not to sure why it is, other than the fact that my window is opened and my shirt is off. (yes ladies, my shirt is off...) I spend a lot of time in my room, with my shirt off. Mostly because I think I look like LeBron James. Apparently I'm skinny, but I don't understand where people get that idea.
I don't really have anything more to say. I do have some homework that should be getting done, and I am procrastinating terribly. It has been over an hour since I started this post, and clearly I did not write an hours worth of blog. Furthermore I should have been doing something productive. I feel like a slob. Ill get over it though. Until next time fans. God is Love, Rev Run
Long Live The Prince
(Shout outs to his blog "Kickin' it wit' LoLo"...check it out some time). Anyways, back to the lecture at hand....
I would assume that at this point, you may be wondering why this is entitled "The Tundra". Quite frankly I'm not to sure why it is, other than the fact that my window is opened and my shirt is off. (yes ladies, my shirt is off...) I spend a lot of time in my room, with my shirt off. Mostly because I think I look like LeBron James. Apparently I'm skinny, but I don't understand where people get that idea.
I don't really have anything more to say. I do have some homework that should be getting done, and I am procrastinating terribly. It has been over an hour since I started this post, and clearly I did not write an hours worth of blog. Furthermore I should have been doing something productive. I feel like a slob. Ill get over it though. Until next time fans. God is Love, Rev Run
Long Live The Prince
First day : Part II
Well I originally thought that I would only write one brief one, but this is kind of addictive. It is about 12:57 in the morning and I am watching NBA Fastbreak on TV (one of my favorite shows). I should probably be sleeping but I want to entertain Club SEBU a little. With that in mind, ill take you on a small trip through my day. On second thought, ill just summarize the highlights.
After eating breakfast this morning, I went to the weight room to get strong and ready for the track season. After a long hard workout, I came to the same conclusion that I have been coming to at the end of every college workout; my wiry thin, 6 foot frame is far weaker than probably anyone in the world. It stinks but hey, somebody has to be the weakest and I hold that title with pride and no competition. I'm trying though. Eventually ill be able to out bench the girls.
So after a couple of classes, I headed to track practice. We were running 150 meters. Considering my threshold is somewhere around 25-40 meters, I was not looking forward to it. But once again, there was no choice but to get the job done.
I know I cut this short, but I am tired and I am still new at this. It is 1:10 am and Lady GaGa is waiting for me in my dreams. Goodnight world.
Long Live The Prince
After eating breakfast this morning, I went to the weight room to get strong and ready for the track season. After a long hard workout, I came to the same conclusion that I have been coming to at the end of every college workout; my wiry thin, 6 foot frame is far weaker than probably anyone in the world. It stinks but hey, somebody has to be the weakest and I hold that title with pride and no competition. I'm trying though. Eventually ill be able to out bench the girls.
So after a couple of classes, I headed to track practice. We were running 150 meters. Considering my threshold is somewhere around 25-40 meters, I was not looking forward to it. But once again, there was no choice but to get the job done.
I know I cut this short, but I am tired and I am still new at this. It is 1:10 am and Lady GaGa is waiting for me in my dreams. Goodnight world.
Long Live The Prince
First day
Welcome to my Lair...ill consider this my Lair until my brother jumps on the bandwagon of blogging. Since it is my first time, and kind of late/early (12:14 am), I'm going to keep in brief. In the future ill be bringing the heat so stay tuned.
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