i have a problem. one of my extremely good friends dad recently informed me that males, over the age of 18, should not consume large quantities of milk. evidently drinking generous amounts of milk increases ones likelihood of developing prostate cancer!
okay. so most of you are like... uh who cares woodstra? milk is only enjoyable with cookies and to keep my athletically toned body in tip top condition i rarely digest cookies anyway...i, however, do not share the majorities opinion on milk though.
i friggin love the stuff! like really, it is godsend. i drink quite a bit of it and i am not afraid to order milk when out to eat. yes ms waitress i am 17 and ordering a nice tall glass of 1 percent, deal with it.
anyway now that you are familiarized with my affection toward milk (and all kinds by the way, except strawberry, that stuff is vile) you can imagine my horror upon hearing that milk induces prostate cancer/ problems...
i am not writing here today only to inform you of this tragedy, rather i am here to outline my milk alternatives. feel free to input if you have any ideas!
Candidate #1 - splash
splash is incredible. made by the lovely folks at v8 this mean fruit concoction is simply divine. now it may sound like, problem solved kiddo, splash is the answer however i have my doubts. i worry that splash can't live up to the hype, that it will head south in a way like ryan leaf. with all my clamor and excitement have i just set splash up on a pedestal it is bound to fall from? stay tuned.
Candidate #2 - naked
im pretty sure naked is the garden of eden hiding in a bottle. pure bliss on my tongue i tell you. however i fear that naked is more of a stand on its own juice. its too brash (and amazingly so) to drink with a meal, therefore, i am scared that this is not the solution either. damn.
Candidate #3 - izze
izze, if you have not been acquainted yet, is like a mixture of fruit juice and pop. simply put, it is fantastic. in a way drinking izze is like being hannah montana..."you get the best of both worlds!" izze doesn't have the body milk does though, nor does it cut back spice with the same efficiency either. skidnoodles!
what a dilemna. throw me some suggestion peeps!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
i might just be the next jimi
-This little baby was used in my application to UNC responding to some silly little question...
The crowd had been chanting “encore” for several minutes. My band and I slowly ascended the stairs to the stage. As we approached our instruments, bathed in glowing spotlights, a wave of noise crashed onto us. My ears were ringing from screams of my own name. I picked up my guitar and began to play.
The shrill ringing of the bell snapped me back to reality. I gathered my things and headed to my first day of Guitar 1.
With images of being a rock star already in my head, I picked up my guitar for the first time. Placing my fingers on the strings, I took a mighty strum. A mangled burst of disorganized noise assaulted my ears. I realized I had no idea what I was doing.
After the first week all I had gained was three chords and a sore hand complete with calloused fingers. I sadly realized I would never be like Jimi Hendrix and thousands would never scream my name nightly. I plugged on and eventually my repertoire of chords grew to 15 and by Winter Break I could even play some melodies.
My crowning achievement in guitar was a 4 song performance in which my four member band jammed to classics such as “Every Breath You Take” and “Yellow Submarine”. Although this so called concert had been played only in front of my fellow Guitar 1 classmates I still swelled with a feeling of accomplishment.
My guitar career ended that day with the quarters close. Even though I did not continue to play guitar, I gained the knowledge that I had gone up against something new, foreign and challenging and because of hard work and perseverance came out on top. This ability to embrace things I am not talented at and slowly conquer them is a skill I am glad to have acquired. I feel as though it will come in handy further down the road.
The crowd had been chanting “encore” for several minutes. My band and I slowly ascended the stairs to the stage. As we approached our instruments, bathed in glowing spotlights, a wave of noise crashed onto us. My ears were ringing from screams of my own name. I picked up my guitar and began to play.
The shrill ringing of the bell snapped me back to reality. I gathered my things and headed to my first day of Guitar 1.
With images of being a rock star already in my head, I picked up my guitar for the first time. Placing my fingers on the strings, I took a mighty strum. A mangled burst of disorganized noise assaulted my ears. I realized I had no idea what I was doing.
After the first week all I had gained was three chords and a sore hand complete with calloused fingers. I sadly realized I would never be like Jimi Hendrix and thousands would never scream my name nightly. I plugged on and eventually my repertoire of chords grew to 15 and by Winter Break I could even play some melodies.
My crowning achievement in guitar was a 4 song performance in which my four member band jammed to classics such as “Every Breath You Take” and “Yellow Submarine”. Although this so called concert had been played only in front of my fellow Guitar 1 classmates I still swelled with a feeling of accomplishment.
My guitar career ended that day with the quarters close. Even though I did not continue to play guitar, I gained the knowledge that I had gone up against something new, foreign and challenging and because of hard work and perseverance came out on top. This ability to embrace things I am not talented at and slowly conquer them is a skill I am glad to have acquired. I feel as though it will come in handy further down the road.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
john mayer guest blogs!
Hi. My name is John Mayer. I have an extremely big head and I am decent at the guitar. Women absolutely love me.
I am not exactly sure why the ladies have such affection toward me, but I assume it has something to do with my moderate success as a recording artist. I mean, whose heart doesn’t soar when they hear my multi platinum hit, “Your Body is a Wonderland”? My current flame, Jennifer Aniston, certainly knows what I am talking about. Evidently, the tickers of Jennifer Love Hewitt and Jessica Simpson, both particularly attractive females whom I have dated in the past, are affected in a similar manner.
One glaring flaw of mine is my incestuously large cranium. You would think people would look at me and say, “Wow, that man is quite strange looking.”
You might be familiar with one of my songs. It’s aptly named, “Bigger Than My Body”. As in, my head is “bigger than my body”.
I have a fishy feeling that recently my popularity has been fed because of my semi-resemblance to a certain vampire. Edward Cullen and I both have that peculiar ability to appear to be impaired at all hours of the day. Looking completely lost and or extremely confused, even if one is merely walking out of their house, evidently are both qualities babes look for in their male counterparts.
Moving in the opposite direction, I have one confession to make. I am not “Waiting On The World To Change,” I actually quite like it the way it is. I am, for some odd reason, well liked and adored, and I would enjoy it if it stayed that way. So world, contrary to popular belief, I am not actually waiting on you to change, feel free to take your time.
I know you might not want to hear that, but I am merely following my own advice. “Say what you need to say. Say what you need to say. Say what you need to say. Say what you need to say.”
I am not exactly sure why the ladies have such affection toward me, but I assume it has something to do with my moderate success as a recording artist. I mean, whose heart doesn’t soar when they hear my multi platinum hit, “Your Body is a Wonderland”? My current flame, Jennifer Aniston, certainly knows what I am talking about. Evidently, the tickers of Jennifer Love Hewitt and Jessica Simpson, both particularly attractive females whom I have dated in the past, are affected in a similar manner.
One glaring flaw of mine is my incestuously large cranium. You would think people would look at me and say, “Wow, that man is quite strange looking.”
You might be familiar with one of my songs. It’s aptly named, “Bigger Than My Body”. As in, my head is “bigger than my body”.
I have a fishy feeling that recently my popularity has been fed because of my semi-resemblance to a certain vampire. Edward Cullen and I both have that peculiar ability to appear to be impaired at all hours of the day. Looking completely lost and or extremely confused, even if one is merely walking out of their house, evidently are both qualities babes look for in their male counterparts.
Moving in the opposite direction, I have one confession to make. I am not “Waiting On The World To Change,” I actually quite like it the way it is. I am, for some odd reason, well liked and adored, and I would enjoy it if it stayed that way. So world, contrary to popular belief, I am not actually waiting on you to change, feel free to take your time.
I know you might not want to hear that, but I am merely following my own advice. “Say what you need to say. Say what you need to say. Say what you need to say. Say what you need to say.”
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
tuesday nights in december
i, being rife with thoughts, decideed to make a blog. this is pretty exciting i know...
skip e dee do da, skip e de yay, my oh my what a wonderful -37 windchill day
skip e dee do da, skip e de yay, my oh my what a wonderful -37 windchill day
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