TOURANMENT OF DEATH: ADVENTURES IN HOUSTON WITH ACU DEBATE - PART DUEX

Wellz, the tournament's over and it is, unfortunately, time to talk about it. It all started when we woke on Friday and discovered that yes, we HAD made the mistake of volunteering to do the graveyard shift in hell. We showed up in the PARLI prep room and waited to draw our topics. At this point, we looked snazzy and we knew that we were going to expand the reaches of the Marketplace of Ideas by - metaphorically of course - completely DESTROYING THE WORLD WITH OUR WORDS.... [for those of you who don't know what parli is, you draw a topic, and get 15 minutes to prep and then you debate for 45 minutes based after the style of the british parliament.] Well, unfortunately for my team of staunch Republicans, the tab room was full of some VERY UNHAPPY DEMOCRATZ. EVERY SINGLE FLIPPIN' TOPIC WE HAD WAS STRAIGHT OFF OF THE DNC PLATFORM AND STRAIGHT FROM SATAN'S THINK TANK. [He, by the by, doesn't pay minimum wage because there are no malls IN HELL!!!] We had to debate everything from the wonder and beauty that is the Clinton legacy [chuckle chuckle, I mean that's really funny], to gay adoption rights, to the evils of the war on Iraq [because fighting injustice and setting free the oppressed Kurds in on God's I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE DO THAT TOP 10 LIST dudududududududu - I'm a top 10 radio station run by liberals and I play the same dumb soundbytes over and over and over again...and a monkey we hired came up with better ones but they weren't anti-american enough so we don't play those...] [jerks].

It gets better. My absolute favorite thing, is to debate that the ideals and intentions of the Supreme Court Decision in Brown v. Board of Education HAVE NOT BEEN REALIZED WITH A BLACK GIRL. We look like jerks. It's a good thing the judge was a law student...NEAL COATES YOUR'RE MY FAVORITE HUMAN BEING ON EARTH...

WE LOOK SO FREAKIN' SMART

peace out untill later

TOURNAMENT OF DEATH: ADVENTURES IN HOUSTON WITH ACU DEBATE - PART ONE

Hey there everyone...so I hear that I don't update my blog enough. Well, the last week and a half was just a sort of TEST PHASE...You know, to see if I wanted to even have a BLOG. I've obviously decided I wanted to so here we go:

TOURNAMENT OF DEATH: ADVENTURES IN HOUSTON WITH ACU DEBATE - PART ONE

Well, this weekend we went to the Pussycat Swing [yes, I know, the Pussycat Swing-shut up] @ the University of Houston and well, it was a very interesting experience. It all started on Thursday. We left here with just a small squad this time: Brandon Lemely, Brandon Smith, Cole, James, Layne, Kevin, Josh, and myself. Nicole was the only coach we had with us, Dr. Gary stayed home. We never really made it that far out of town before the adventure began...

We stopped at the Dairy Queen in Cross Plains - that's right, Cross Plains is as far out of town as we made it. It was there, where B - Lem told us two things most of us did NOT want to know:

1. What we will from now on refer to as "The Rule of 19"
2. What he thought about the cashier at Dairy Queen.

B-Lem is one of the most entertaining people you will ever meet in all actuality. Only three stops later, @ a gas station somewhere, he went inside to buy himself a "toy". What he returned with, was a symbol of his maturity: a cap gun. Now, this cap gun wasn't just for him to admire while he eats jelly-beans, oh no. This cap-gun, was to be used for oppression and coercion, a message he delivered to Josh about 20 minutes down the road from the gas station when he turned around and shot him in the stomach with it. After this short detour into the outer reaches of space however, we moved on.

We finally [six hundred and fifty two years later] arrived in "The Greater H-Town Area" and began the search for somewhere to eat. We decided we would go to Landry's, but never quite made it. We were so hungry (it was like 8:45 and WE STILL HADN'T EATEN) so when we saw Pappadeux, we just stopped. We had our "George Meal" at Pappadeux and the food and conversation was quite good. In fact, everything but the service was superb untill it came time to pay. Now, when I say "George Meal," what I mean is a meal on the team's credit-card named "George". For some strange reason, the Company Card was REJECTED [like Homestarrunner "BE-LETED"]. As it turns out, the like FOUR THOUSAND DOLLARS worth of plane tickets for the Minnesotta tournament in a couple weeks and the rental van and stuff made the company "concerned". We eventually got it worked out though.... Needless to say, the hotel however is on Nicole's credit card...

"Which brings us to our next area of analysis...THE HOTEL SUX!!". Now, usually when we go to Houston, we stay right by the Galleria on Westheimer. Somehow, we ended up in the BARRIO this weekend. We stayed in a scary La Quinta somewhere between Buffalo Speedway and HELL. One of the rooms was smelly, one was filthy, and mine had stuff GROWING on the toilet seat. Besides all that, it's pretty shady when all the doors to the rooms are OUTSIDE. Hmm...

Maybe things will improve: tune in next time for TOURNAMENT OF DEATH: ADVENTURES IN HOUSTON WITH ACU DEBATE - PART TWO

peace out: H-Town STOMP

Back Home: Episode II - A Birthday Gig

Yesterday afternoon we clebrated my baby brother's 13th Birthday and I am somewhat saddened. I feel as if he has grown up without me. Now while that's not entirely true, it's not entirely UNtrue either. When I left home he was small and only 8. Now, he's 13 and bigger than me with a deep voice. It's kinda random. I wonder what it was like, growing up with your Brother and Sister away...must be different.

From my parents, Joshua scored some nice Ralph Lauren Polos and a dress shirt or two. He also got NCAA 2005 Football to try out. If he likes it, they'll buy it. From Jon, he got two more PS2 games; Rocky and a Tennis game of some kind. From me, he got a new leather study bible. All in all, it was a good birthday for him. We had pizza and ice cream cake and life was good.

After things settled down a bit, I went over to see Shoshannah. She was in a neck brace and her face was, let's say "affected" by the accident. She was lying in a bed in her living room, unable to move and propped up by pillows. I stayed with her for a couple of hours, and I will go back today. I meant to go this morning and watch a movie with her "The First Wives Club," but when I spoke to Mike [her father] this morning, it turns out she had a bad night. At this point, I'm still unable to see her. She had a fever when I left and wasn't doing so well even then, so we'll see. I wrapped up my night with my favorite tacos [as if I needed it, but EL PATO RULES!!] & white chicks with Josh and my dad. Then, constitutional law and sleep. So I guess life's going well here. It's 96 degrees right now and clear as day [hot as hades too, but that's different] and the pink roses my momma's growin' are beautiful. So -


End Transmission
Secret Squirrel Out

DEBATE MASTER!!!

Ah ha!!! Never fear world, the debate of the century is just around the corner! Who's excited? I am! Well, for those of you who are not yet aware, the College Democrats and the College Republicans will be engaged in a showdown this coming Monday night in Cullen Auditorium. I'm so exctied!

I just found out today who our liberal opponents shall be: Michael Johnson and Teresa "Flag" Petranovsky. My partner, Josh Massingill [who's blog is very cool - you'll find the link to the right and down, no to the right and DOWN...YES...there it is, good job!] This is going to rule! 8:30 - BE THERE!


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Back Home: Episode I

Well, I definately bailed out on school a day early or so and headed for home yesterday and here I am!! Fall Break is this weekend, but I needed to get home early for a host of reasons. It's my little brother Joshua's B-day this weekend, and he's turning the big 13!! Now he'll be a teenager. Also, I haven't been home since August and as I draw closer and closer to graduation I'm appreciating more & more the time I get to spend at home. Furthermore, I needed to make sure I got to see Shoshannah this weekend and for those of you who've been prayin' for her: I thank you.

I pulled into my driveway last night [for the first time] at about 11:20 pm and MAN was I glad to smell the salt in the air. I felt the 91 degree temprature and Lord thank you for the Valley!! My brother got his stuff out and went inside, and I went on to Harlingen to take a friend of mine, Jessica Thomas home. She used to live in Harlingen and wanted to go visit her cousins, so we drove her with us. So, I pulled into my driveway for the second time about 1:30 am. Man was I tired!! My black lab and I busted into my room [w/ purple flowers on the quilt - score!!! Lavendar roses to be exact...happiness!] and crashed. It's good to be home.

Signs, Signs, Everywhere the Signs

Have you ever wondered, why no one ever wants to obey signs. It's not hard, it's not complicated. Take the sign on the SA office door, for example. It says quite clearly "SA" as in student government. As in:

1) not the bookstore
2) not the bottom half of the bookstore.

Now come on here people, I thought we had this all sorted out at the beginning of the semester: THIS IS NOT THE BOOKSTORE. So, here I am, minding my own business and doing my work when this girl is POUNDING ON THE DOOR at about 10 minutes after 10:00am. Finally I get up [obviously she can't read our office hours either] and see what she needs. She wants to know where we keep the books for economics. She's also wondering if we have the books for Bible 112 in early. ARE YOU JOKING? Apparantly, she was not. I carefully instruct her that when the kind salesperson in the bookstore said "downstairs" she meant downstairs IN THE BOOKSTORE. Humph...sheesh. I mean, how many books would one sell if a person had to leave your store to get them and come back to pay for them...your inventories would clearly deplete rapidly however.

Time for chapel!!

Peace Out, A Town Stomp!!

I luv you mom and dad!

A Good Date Story: Part II

So, to continue a weekend of fun and friviloty:


Today I kidnapped Casey from FRAT intramural practice. It is Casey's 20th Birthday today [Happy Birthday Casey!!] and so...I decided something had to be done. I showed up @ 5 minutes after 4:00 this evening at FRAT practice, and told Casey happy birthday, and asked him if he remembered my brother. At this point, Jon duck tapped Casey's mouth, and I blindfolded him. Then, my brother flung Casey over his shoulder and carried him off the field...hehehe it was pretty funny.

Casey kicked and screamed as my brother told him to silence himself. We threw him into the back seat of the car, and my brother drove to McMurray. When he got out to stay, I put Casey in the front seat and took of his blindfold. I gave him his presents and two tickets for the 4:30 showing of Team America.

It was vulgar. It was ugly. It was funny.

Go.

Go now.

They call Michael Moore a fat socialist weasel. [Another example of Justice in everyday life...]

Heheheh.

On the way home we listened to Usher...Casey danced...if you have ever seen Casey B. you know that was funny enough.


Why does Snoop Dog take an umbrella with him everywhere he goes?
For drizzle, my nizzle...