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
Saturday, November 28, 2009
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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