Hooray for post number 160! Sorry for not posting pictures of my apartment on Sunday as I "promised". I'm going to steal the camera from my parents tomorrow and then I'll click, click away.

This may be old news, but it's still tragic. Lucky Star got licensed recently! I am still lacking the last four episodes. If anybody has them, or knows where I can get them, please toss me an e-mail! I might as well watch Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya and Venus Versus Virus all the way through while I hunt down / wait for the Lucky Star episodes to appear. If any of the anime junkies that read this post, please suggest some good shows. You can tell what I like from my previous posts.

I have been getting into Celtic music recently. Luckily, my mom has a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge stash of the good stuff. My iPod is getting phatter by the minute . If anyone is interested, I am willing to share a few songs.

Well it's been a fun post, but now I've gotta go do some stuff and things. I've also got a new desktop arrangement if anyone is interested. It's under the Miscellaneous button up at top. Oh and happy Thanksgiving! I'll be gone tomorrow, but those pictures will be back with a vengeance on Friday!

I went and took a trip back into memory lane today. I was eating with my parents this evening, and decided to pop by and check on the old wresting team. When I was in high school, wrestling was my life. Here I quote an old post of mine.

Ever since I was 14, this time of year got me all worked up. What was I getting worked up about you ask? The answer is right in front of your face if you know the least little thing about my life. The answer is wrestling. There are no matches around this late in December; at the time of this writing, at Parkview High School in Springfield, MO, the Holiday Tournament is taking place. It is the most intense tournament this area knows aside from State up in Colombia, MO. I first got into wrestling as a freshman in high school. It was a glorious process that transformmed my wild dream into a bloody, sweaty, painful, reality. I remember the date...September 16, 2002. This was the date I asked the rather large and misshapen, but kind and brutal, wrestling coach: Coach White. He was my coach for two years of the sport, of which I learned nor earned anything. I didn't letter my first two years. In fact, the only thing I did earn was a freakish tolerance and demented lust for pain. I love pain so much that, to this very date, at this very moment, I bite my lip just to make myself bleed and relish in the stinging sensation that accompanies it. Fortunately, Coach White retired as a wrestling coach at the end of my sophomore season. The second half of my career was coached by a great man by the name of Shawn Finch. I just called him "coach"; I didn't use his last name. My third year was the first year I was on varsity. It also happened to be the year I learned how to wrestle "Oklahoma-style". My junior year was botched by asthma and the persistence of my mental condition, but I still managed to seize a good season. I was so happy, my wild dreams had finally become reality after three years of blood, sweat, and tears. My last year, my senior, the year that everybody remembers you by....was ruined by schizophrenia. I only wrestled three matches that year, and got injured in my last one (my knee blew out in the middle of the match). I didn't get a bar to put on my letter, but I chased the dream down to the bitter end. I cried and cried, and still cry to this day (I feel like crying writing this all out) about what happened to my wrestling career. My next wild dream was to go to Stillwater, OK and walk on to Oklahoma State University's wrestling team. However, this dream was shot before it could even be announced to the public. Wrestling was my only love in high school. I never had a girlfriend for two reasons (in order): Wrestling and lack of confidence; the latter has been fixed. Some people may ask why I love(d) wrestling so much that it impacts my social life. I can't answer that question in any right way. Things used to be so big back then; now they're so small, so very small. I guess the point of this post is just to let out a little steam about this time of year. I miss wrestling, but I must move on. Hey maybe I'll put a picture of me in my letterman's jacket on my photography page. It's loaded with all the medals I got my sophomore and junior years.

That was post #59 in its entirety. I babbled with coach for a bit and went my own ways. In the future, I plan on helping out the team with practice and such; I think the old asst. coach is into UFC now.

Sorry for the lack of updating, but there's just been nothing noteworthy in the life of a neRd. Here's some stuff you may or may not find interesting...

This past week I acquired a new album from Paramore. The album was released this summer and now I have my mangy paws on it ! Here's a tracklisting:

01. 01. For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic 02. That's What You Get 03. Hallelujah 04. Misery Business 05. When It Rains 06. Let The Flames Begin 07. Miracle 08. crushcrushcrush 09. We Are Broken 10. Fences 11. Born For This

My favorite song off the CD is "Misery Business". A neighbor of mine lent me some pretty sweet metal albums. Some of them I've heard time and time again, but others were brand new to me.

Tomorrow I will finish emptying boxes and will finally get some pictures of my apartment. Moving on to the programming business...I have decided to make the trivia bot in PERL. I will release more information as I develop it. Now let's give it up for BRAIN PUPPY!