XANGA #8

Main News:

Well, today, quite a bit happened. As many of y’all
may or may not already know, I sprained my ankle earlier this year
whilst wrestling with E. Well, I think I may have re-sprained it
wrestling with A.B. We conducted an honest wrestling match
and I hurt it right off. Then, second period in the match, he shoots
in. I sprawl out, crossface and get space. He throws his head up, I
guess so he could raise his level and prevent me from circling and
getting the takedown. Anyway, he throws his head up and catches me
smack in the jaw. On impact, my teeth slammed together, chipping four
or so teeth. We paused the match for blood time while I picked up the
pieces of tooth off of the mat and rinsed the blood out of my mouth. I
rinsed well and go my ass back in there to finish the second, then
final periods of our match. I basically took him down and let him up.
This way, I beat him 10-5.
I officially beat him 10-5. Officially. The price?
Chipped teeth, blood, a missed bus and a possibly re-sprained ankle.
Was it worth it? Hell yes. My dad came by and gave me a ride home. I
went straight to my room and promptly fell asleep. I have a few
questions for all y’all: Do I need to go to the dentist? Should I
bother going to the doctor about my ankle?
Also, today we got satelite television. What an
incredible thing. We should have made the switch sooner, instead of
waiting for Comcast to screw us over and cut off our cable for four
days…assholes…Now, we get Sirius satelite radio, other music
channels, BBC and a total of 120 channels. All I have to say is this:
If my ankle doesn’t improve, my ass is gunna be parked infront of the
tube, exploring these recently aquired choices.

Other News:

1. With dish, also comes two tivo-like thingies. I’m never going to miss wrestling again…ever.

2. My bench press has increased from 185 lbs to 190 lbs. I don’t even
do anything in that damned weightlifting class and I make an
improvement? Kiss my ass Hub.

3. Freestyle starts March 8. My ankle better be fine by then goddamnit.
If it ain’t, I’ma gunna be pissed. Or as Larry The Cable Guy once said:
“Madder than a one legged Eithiopian watchin a donut roll down a hill.”

4. The newspaper should be distributed by Tuesday. I have two articles in there this time…

Song Lyrics:
The Boxer By Simon and Garfunkel

I am just a poor boy, though my story’s seldom told.

I have squandered my resistance,

For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.

All lies and jest.

Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.

When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,

In the company of strangers,

In the quiet of a railway station, runnin’ scared.

Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,

Where the ragged people go.

Lookin’ for the places, only they would know.

Lie-la-lie …

Asking only workman’s wages I come lookin’ for a job,

But I get no offers,

Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue.

I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome,

I took some comfort there.

Oooh la, la, la …

And the years are rollin’ by me.

They are rockin’ evenly.

I am older than I once was, and younger than I’ll be.

That’s not unusual.

It isn’t strange,

After changes upon changes, we are more or less the same.

After changes, we are more or less the same.

Lie-la-lie …

Then I’m laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone,

Going home, where the New York City winters aren’t bleedin’ me.

Leadin’ me, to goin’ home.

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,

And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,

Or cut him ’til he cried out in his anger and his shame,

“I am leaving, I am leaving.”

But the fighter still remains.

Lie-la-lie …

Picture Deleted. Go to: http://XXXXXXXXX.blogspot.com for all the
pretty pictures. If y’all want ’em back, lemme know! I’ll be more than
happy to put em back!

Night Y’all