I love you guys.
You deliver great sports or great movie programming.
But, from time to time, you are lacking in one area:
Basketball Commentating.
Every time that you have one of the Cavaliers' games, you send your crap crew there.
They mess up the names, they can't get any stats right, and they are just overall bad.
I believe Levi and I would do better to commentate these games.
Don't get me wrong: the people commentating probably have better credentials than I do.
Nancy Lieberman - several all star appearances and championships in the WNBA.
I don't know who the guy with her is, but he's god awful. He doesn't say anything besides when a basket is scored.
Ugh.
Come on guys, you're better than that.
Show some respect for the class of the NBA.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Test
So, Kozal, the sweet teacher that I have for most of my classes for my major, decided today he wanted to kill everyone but like 2 people in the class. One guy in a wheelchair records all the classes and plays them back so he can listen to them with his notes again to get what he missed. A female cop from Defiance also takes notes in the class. That's it. Everyone else just follows along with what he said in the study guide that came with our book and that he follows to a T.
He decided that today he would give an open notes test. By that, of course, he meant a test without the study guide.
Everyone that I've talked to so far got killed. I got like a 70% on it, which is significantly low since last semester the worst grade I got on a test from him was an 84 I believe (which was the only one below a 90%).
I hate teachers sometimes...
He decided that today he would give an open notes test. By that, of course, he meant a test without the study guide.
Everyone that I've talked to so far got killed. I got like a 70% on it, which is significantly low since last semester the worst grade I got on a test from him was an 84 I believe (which was the only one below a 90%).
I hate teachers sometimes...
Monday, February 16, 2009
R Tard @ School
Today, my worst fear was realized.
People are as stupid as they seem.
The woman in my Criminal Law class that likes to have hour long conversations about nothing in the middle of class decided that she wanted to take the crown today. What crown, you ask? She asserted herself at the throne of my list of people I hate from school. In high school there were many names that topped the list, but there hasn't been a person from college to take on the champ, Susan Burkholder.
Holly is her name. We had to work in groups and, as fate would have it, she sits on my half of the room a few chairs away. Normally her routine is to write painfully slow and cause everyone to wait for her. She uses a cane and uses it as an excuse to not move as well as a pity party since she brings it up to make sure EVERYONE knows. Then, as mentioned before, she'll talk forever about nothing.
She is in my Corrections class and my professor can be the same way sometimes, so having those to talk back and forth is less pleasing than being punched in the face.
The case was about rape, and because she's a woman, she automatically placed fault at the man (her words, not mine. she said it was because the woman feels weak so if she spoke up it must have happened).
The facts of the case really aren't important besides one part: they had been drinking. It was not relevant to the decision at all, but she thought it was a key point of the case. It didn't matter anyway as the guys were found guilty (which she felt necessary to point out like 5 times that she had been right).
The assignment was to look at it objectively from a prosecutor and a defense attorney's point of view. She kept saying that as a defense attorney she would just say they're guilty and was just being a total ass about the assignment. When it came time to talk from the prosecutor's side, she kept referencing the alcohol and that they were underage drinking. I kept asking what that had to do with anything and she said it had everything to do with everything.
Discussion time came, and, of course, I shared my (and the rest of the groups besides Holly and the other woman who sits beside her) opinion. Our defense was the best possible suggestion and our prosecution, though, was a bit faulty. Holly, after we got shot down, decided she wanted to voice her opinion.
It went a little something like this:
"Well, I think that the underage drinking is the key. Since they were drinking, their opinions can't count. They don't even know what was going on."
The professor just stared for a second and then asked how she figured that and she said it's obvious. Kozal (professor) just stood there for a second and gave her a funny look, shook his head, then asked for her defense attorney idea. She said she had none. He gave a little chuckle, then asked someone else.
Now, after all of this. After being cocky the whole time and being a bitch. After being wrong. After being laughed at. She decides she is still right and was like "see, I told you!" in a whisper voice towards me.
I turned and stared at her, restraining myself from standing up and screaming "YOU F****** IDIOT. YOU WERE WRONG. HE LAUGHED AT YOU. EVERYONE STARED AT YOU BLANKLY. YOU HAD NO IDEA WHAT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT. GO DIE IN A HOLE. KTHXBI =D"
I didn't though....
....I wish I would have...
People are as stupid as they seem.
The woman in my Criminal Law class that likes to have hour long conversations about nothing in the middle of class decided that she wanted to take the crown today. What crown, you ask? She asserted herself at the throne of my list of people I hate from school. In high school there were many names that topped the list, but there hasn't been a person from college to take on the champ, Susan Burkholder.
Holly is her name. We had to work in groups and, as fate would have it, she sits on my half of the room a few chairs away. Normally her routine is to write painfully slow and cause everyone to wait for her. She uses a cane and uses it as an excuse to not move as well as a pity party since she brings it up to make sure EVERYONE knows. Then, as mentioned before, she'll talk forever about nothing.
She is in my Corrections class and my professor can be the same way sometimes, so having those to talk back and forth is less pleasing than being punched in the face.
The case was about rape, and because she's a woman, she automatically placed fault at the man (her words, not mine. she said it was because the woman feels weak so if she spoke up it must have happened).
The facts of the case really aren't important besides one part: they had been drinking. It was not relevant to the decision at all, but she thought it was a key point of the case. It didn't matter anyway as the guys were found guilty (which she felt necessary to point out like 5 times that she had been right).
The assignment was to look at it objectively from a prosecutor and a defense attorney's point of view. She kept saying that as a defense attorney she would just say they're guilty and was just being a total ass about the assignment. When it came time to talk from the prosecutor's side, she kept referencing the alcohol and that they were underage drinking. I kept asking what that had to do with anything and she said it had everything to do with everything.
Discussion time came, and, of course, I shared my (and the rest of the groups besides Holly and the other woman who sits beside her) opinion. Our defense was the best possible suggestion and our prosecution, though, was a bit faulty. Holly, after we got shot down, decided she wanted to voice her opinion.
It went a little something like this:
"Well, I think that the underage drinking is the key. Since they were drinking, their opinions can't count. They don't even know what was going on."
The professor just stared for a second and then asked how she figured that and she said it's obvious. Kozal (professor) just stood there for a second and gave her a funny look, shook his head, then asked for her defense attorney idea. She said she had none. He gave a little chuckle, then asked someone else.
Now, after all of this. After being cocky the whole time and being a bitch. After being wrong. After being laughed at. She decides she is still right and was like "see, I told you!" in a whisper voice towards me.
I turned and stared at her, restraining myself from standing up and screaming "YOU F****** IDIOT. YOU WERE WRONG. HE LAUGHED AT YOU. EVERYONE STARED AT YOU BLANKLY. YOU HAD NO IDEA WHAT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT. GO DIE IN A HOLE. KTHXBI =D"
I didn't though....
....I wish I would have...
Thursday, February 5, 2009
...And another thing
I think that I need to start an actual diet.
I understand that I'm going to eat a few tons of food a week, but I could make better choices.
Perfect example: the snackpack pudding that I just ate. Stupid.
I ate 2 triple layer nachos and 2 big taste tacos. I had a few handfuls of tortilla chips.
I guess I'll have to start waking up early and making food to keep myself from eating so much late at night.
Of course, the water drinking is a must.
More running and lifting.
And more importantly than the whole diet thing: I'm worried.
Northwest sent me money from the first semester and I'm pretty sure that I still have about $500 left from my financial aid. Then again, they sent me some of the money that I had for my second semester too. I'll have to go see if that's what's going on.
I have about 800-900 in the bank right now, so I hope like hell that I didn't just get boned because they sent me too much money back.
I guess it wouldn't make sense for them to send me government money for my second semester before they were even sure that I'd be there, but still.
Money worries me sometimes.
I understand that I'm going to eat a few tons of food a week, but I could make better choices.
Perfect example: the snackpack pudding that I just ate. Stupid.
I ate 2 triple layer nachos and 2 big taste tacos. I had a few handfuls of tortilla chips.
I guess I'll have to start waking up early and making food to keep myself from eating so much late at night.
Of course, the water drinking is a must.
More running and lifting.
And more importantly than the whole diet thing: I'm worried.
Northwest sent me money from the first semester and I'm pretty sure that I still have about $500 left from my financial aid. Then again, they sent me some of the money that I had for my second semester too. I'll have to go see if that's what's going on.
I have about 800-900 in the bank right now, so I hope like hell that I didn't just get boned because they sent me too much money back.
I guess it wouldn't make sense for them to send me government money for my second semester before they were even sure that I'd be there, but still.
Money worries me sometimes.
8 Mile Road
First off: great movie.
Yes, kind of the typical "rags to riches" cliche, but it's a totally different style.
It's something that I can relate to.
The crazy mom that depends on men to make it through the day.
The disregard from that same mom for the kids.
The eviction/bill notices.
The alcohol abuse.
The physical abuse.
The shitty friends and the good friends.
The psychotic women.
The crappy factory job.
Everything about that movie embodies why I like Eminem. I really can relate to the things he says in his songs.
He is the reason that I like what Levi and Ski refer to as "gangsta rap". I have always liked the beats of hip-hop songs and since I can understand what they're talking about for the most part, so it doesn't bother me.
Second part: For the love of the game. Another great movie. Kevin Costner is a badass. Nuff said.
Finally: I have some ridiculous insomnia. I have been laying down since 1130. It's currently 405 as I type this. I've gotten up a handful of times despite my urge to sleep. Unfortunately, I have been starving since I got home from Taco Bell and have been unable to get full. Hard to cook food when everyone else is going to sleep and has work in the morning.
Yes, kind of the typical "rags to riches" cliche, but it's a totally different style.
It's something that I can relate to.
The crazy mom that depends on men to make it through the day.
The disregard from that same mom for the kids.
The eviction/bill notices.
The alcohol abuse.
The physical abuse.
The shitty friends and the good friends.
The psychotic women.
The crappy factory job.
Everything about that movie embodies why I like Eminem. I really can relate to the things he says in his songs.
He is the reason that I like what Levi and Ski refer to as "gangsta rap". I have always liked the beats of hip-hop songs and since I can understand what they're talking about for the most part, so it doesn't bother me.
Second part: For the love of the game. Another great movie. Kevin Costner is a badass. Nuff said.
Finally: I have some ridiculous insomnia. I have been laying down since 1130. It's currently 405 as I type this. I've gotten up a handful of times despite my urge to sleep. Unfortunately, I have been starving since I got home from Taco Bell and have been unable to get full. Hard to cook food when everyone else is going to sleep and has work in the morning.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
/Win
Halo is quite possibly the most addicting thing ever to grace the planet earth. even when i hate it and am pissed off: can't stop. Just saying.
Btw: Levi is right beside me. And he sucks at it. Getting pwned by n00bs.
/fail
Btw: Levi is right beside me. And he sucks at it. Getting pwned by n00bs.
/fail
Monday, February 2, 2009
Gambling
So, I think that, given the chance, I would be addicted to gambling.
I love playing cards.
Tonight, I won $50 playing poker for just over 10 hours.
That's only $5 an hour, but it's also a good take for a night of cards in a home game.
The day that I turned 18, I went and bought a scratch-off ticket. I'm smart enough to know that it's nearly impossible to play a lottery type of game such as this and win, even though the payoff is huge. I'll stick with something that involves skill and that I can affect the outcome in.
I just thought that I needed a new blog entry, so I did this.
By the way: I hate the Steelers. Congrats to Santonio, though. (Ohio State baby.)
Food for thought:
When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car. (no, that didn't really happen. just funny)
I love playing cards.
Tonight, I won $50 playing poker for just over 10 hours.
That's only $5 an hour, but it's also a good take for a night of cards in a home game.
The day that I turned 18, I went and bought a scratch-off ticket. I'm smart enough to know that it's nearly impossible to play a lottery type of game such as this and win, even though the payoff is huge. I'll stick with something that involves skill and that I can affect the outcome in.
I just thought that I needed a new blog entry, so I did this.
By the way: I hate the Steelers. Congrats to Santonio, though. (Ohio State baby.)
Food for thought:
When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car. (no, that didn't really happen. just funny)
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Al coe hall.
If only I was a regular drinker.
Sure, I've drank a few times before. But I can count those occasions on one hand. The first time I drank we had the cops called on us for a noise violation and I was already drunk so I was freakin out.
Why don't I drink?
I've drank before, it's nothing exciting. If I want to have fun, I can find safer/smarter ways to do it.
It's too expensive.
It makes you stupid.
It's illegal and I'm a criminal justice major. Get popped for drinking and you're done.
As my Uncle Dave put it: "Why pay good money that I work for to buy something that makes me feel stupid and that I'll piss out a few hours later?"
Never before have I had an answer for that question, but after being around it enough, I came up with one:
People drink to be social and fit in.
Fitting in.... hm.
Sound kind of stupid to me. You know who else tried to fit in?
People in the South during slavery. People in Germany during the Holocaust.
I'm not comparing drinking to enslaving people or killing Jews, but I am comparing that the idea of fitting in and drinking makes you do stupid things.
A friend of mine, after never really drinking before, decided that since he lost his girlfriend and has been going through some problems in his life he'd start drinking. He goes out regularly now and just acts stupid. It's a waste of money that he could be putting towards college or something like that.
Being drunk simply facilitates bad choices. People are more apt to have sex or things like that. Don't get me wrong: you can go out and fuck who you want. That's cool. My problem is doing it drunk without a clear head. Mistakes, regardless of excuses, can't be taken back. You can get an STD, become pregnant, or have some other life-altering effect just because you decided to get drunk and make a bad decision.
Think smarter, guys. It's really not too hard. I know that I would have more friends if I went out and drank all the time. But I'll be content to spend my Friday and Saturday nights with my friends being smart and having a good time anyway. It's cheaper and lets people REALLY know who I am and what I'm about.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a football game to watch. =D
Sure, I've drank a few times before. But I can count those occasions on one hand. The first time I drank we had the cops called on us for a noise violation and I was already drunk so I was freakin out.
Why don't I drink?
I've drank before, it's nothing exciting. If I want to have fun, I can find safer/smarter ways to do it.
It's too expensive.
It makes you stupid.
It's illegal and I'm a criminal justice major. Get popped for drinking and you're done.
As my Uncle Dave put it: "Why pay good money that I work for to buy something that makes me feel stupid and that I'll piss out a few hours later?"
Never before have I had an answer for that question, but after being around it enough, I came up with one:
People drink to be social and fit in.
Fitting in.... hm.
Sound kind of stupid to me. You know who else tried to fit in?
People in the South during slavery. People in Germany during the Holocaust.
I'm not comparing drinking to enslaving people or killing Jews, but I am comparing that the idea of fitting in and drinking makes you do stupid things.
A friend of mine, after never really drinking before, decided that since he lost his girlfriend and has been going through some problems in his life he'd start drinking. He goes out regularly now and just acts stupid. It's a waste of money that he could be putting towards college or something like that.
Being drunk simply facilitates bad choices. People are more apt to have sex or things like that. Don't get me wrong: you can go out and fuck who you want. That's cool. My problem is doing it drunk without a clear head. Mistakes, regardless of excuses, can't be taken back. You can get an STD, become pregnant, or have some other life-altering effect just because you decided to get drunk and make a bad decision.
Think smarter, guys. It's really not too hard. I know that I would have more friends if I went out and drank all the time. But I'll be content to spend my Friday and Saturday nights with my friends being smart and having a good time anyway. It's cheaper and lets people REALLY know who I am and what I'm about.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a football game to watch. =D
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