Racquetball

So I just started playing racquetball with my friends on Wednesdays and now Sundays. Its a lot fun. We aren't too competitive and don't really talk a lot when we play, but it is fun to get together. Its also nice that D rock and Aaron have kegerators, so afterward we can go to either one of their places to get a night cap(which I'm sure defeats the purpose of the exercise. Also, something me and D rock did in college. We would play tennis then get free pizza at our favorite bar and then do some drinking.) One problem, I'm not that good. It seems that for some reason, I am terrified of things flying at me. Yes, I know, I am a wuss. I have always had this problem. I suck at baseball. When I was younger, my coaches put me in the outfield. And when the opportunity came for me to catch a ball, yep I would drop it or it would roll on by. Or when someone puts their hand toward my face I usually flinch or my eyes blink multiple times. (Foodnsuch can attest to this.) But on my way home, I did think of some possible solutions to get better 1) Break dancing. I think if i could learn this it would benefit me two ways. I could be cool at bars or dance parties and two, I would be quick on my feet to get the seemingly impossible balls that I can't ever get to in time. 2) Grow some balls. I just need to face it that I am afraid of the ball and train myself not too blink and face the music of a ball zooming past my head. Really, this would benefit my life as a whole. 3) Jumping. My ups suck....they always have. Well except when I got the presidential physical fitness award in high school. I just need to start jumping everywhere I go... I'll just incorporate it into my walk. If you see a man jumping everywhere he goes, you'll know who it is.

Daily Encounters

So after picking up my girlfriend to get dinner from our favorite restaurant in Ohio City, we got stuck in minor traffic. Really i just had to wait for traffic to clear so I could make a right hand turn. Well, as many could attest I am an impatient driver, I began to call the people in those cars while i had to wait f-wads. The other day, my girlfriend told me that I'm a nice person except when I'm behind the wheel. I would have to agree with her. When someone is going way too slow, is completely lost and needs to ask for directions, or is drifting into my lane because they are spaced out on their phone, I get really annoyed. I feel that when we are all out there on the roads that we are all the same. At one time, all of us started out in the same place. This is the only way that i can justify yelling at old people and people my parents age. I feel that we are all equal out there. It really surprises me how overly cautious people are. Its like their initial fear from driving at 16 hasn't changed. Then there's the people that forget that they have even gotten on the road. Today on my way to Cleveland, a guy was in the fast lane reading his newspaper with his light on. In the mornings, women like to put makeup on. I guess they like taking chances on poking their eye out instead of getting up early enough to put their face on. So at the end of the day am I really mad at these people, no, I just try to stay away from them the next day.

Welcome

Well here I am writing a blog. I really don't like that word. It is such a buzz word of the past year, well maybe since Juno. Basically a blog is a better organized version of xanga. Blogs seem to be the next best thing on the internet.... you know: aim, xanga, myspace, facebook and now blogs and twitter. So why am I here... the same reason you are, the internet has gotten boring and this is the next big thing. So in this blog i would like to share stories of adventures, menus, my interests, daily rants and random thoughts.