Hooray for IU!

It's really weird to say this, but I'm actually really pleased with IU athletics right now.

Don't get me wrong, a one-win season in the Big 10 and a five-win season overall is not how I was expecting this season to go. I had high hopes; perhaps seven wins and a good bowl game. Really though, with Bill Lynch as head coach, I should have known that that was just a pipe dream. But I allowed myself to believe that it was possible, and I was really disappointed in IU football and still am. So many close losses, including one absolutely heartbreaking one to Iowa where Damarlo Belcher dropped a what-would-have-been game-winning touchdown pass with less than 20 seconds left.

But today, just let me be a little happy.

I don't want to fall into the ranks of those who consider their team's season a success just because they beat their nemesis in the last game of the season. It's not just that IU beat Purdue, which we haven't done in any sport that I actually pay attention to in probably three years. Sure, beating Purdue is always awesome, regardless of how good either team is. It's the fact that they played their nuts off, on the road, with seemingly nothing to play for other than pride.

My dad made a point around the fourth quarter that Ben Chappell looked like most quarterbacks did near the end of their careers -- he compared him to Joe Namath at the end of his career, when he was like 50 or something. Not in ability, but in a physical sense. He was so beaten up, he could barely move, let alone lead a team down the field in a last-minute desperation run. But it didn't matter. He, like the rest of the team, toughed it out and played through whatever injuries he had. Big props to him.

I can't say that without recognizing what Purdue did, though. They did the same thing -- played their hearts out with little to gain...no bowl eligibility, no .500 season, nothing except to beat IU, their arch-rivals. Rob Henry had a broken finger, or something involving a finger injury, but he played his nuts out just like Chappell did. Big props to Purdue as well. Also: Ryan Kerrigan is scary good, and just scary in general. I would not want to meet him in a dark alley...ever.

One more thing about that game: For everyone watching the Big 10 network telecast, what was the deal with the announcers talking about the Ben Chappell-Ryan Kerrigan rivalry? Is there any reason for that, or were the announcers just stupid and drunk?

Whatever. Good win for IU, glad to see an end to their road game losing streak in the Big 10. Doesn't make a season, but at least we got a highlight finally.

Okay. So on to basketball now.

For those that don't know (probably a lot of people), IU has been dominating recruitment-wise. In the past few weeks, they've gotten two HUGE recruits, Cody Zeller and Yogi Ferrell (both of which I'm facebook friends with HA! and Yogi retweeted me on twitter once. Suck it). Add that to three 4-star recruits for 2012, two 4-stars in 2013, and two 5-stars in 2014, and you have yourself a pretty solid recruitment period. The best thing about this is that all of those recruits that I just mentioned except for one is from Indiana. It's good to be on top of recruitment in a state featuring a formerly top 10 team (Purdue...I say formerly because they lost to Richmond tonight) and a National Champion runner-up from last year in Butler.

And, they're 6-0 and look so much better than they did last year. I'm not saying they're going to win the Big 10 or anything, but the only way IU can go from here is up, especially with these recruitment classes.

So yeah, it feels pretty good to be an IU fan right about now. This is honestly the first time I've been truly happy with IU athletics since the 2007 football season. And yes, IU basketball was killer at the beginning of that year, but I was never really happy because all of those guys except for Eric Gordon and maybe DJ White were douches, including Kelvin Sampson. And yes, it is still way too soon to talk about Sampson. But Tom Crean ftw, Verdell Jones, Christian Watford, Maurice Creek, Derek Elston, Jordan Hulls, and budding superstar JEFF HOWARD ftw, among many others.

That Jeff Howard bit is a joke, but I do still think it's really cool that somebody from Westfield is an Indiana basketball player. And he actually plays, which is really cool too. Props.

I think that's good for now. Now, to watch the end of this Notre Dame-USC game -- another game that is pretty meaningless, but they're both playing balls-to-the-wall as far as I can tell, so I'll watch anyway. Also, nice job dropping that wide-open pass, moron that goes to USC.

Peace out, dawgs.

Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoosiers

This is a titled piece of work about music. Read.

One of my favorite bands, My Chemical Romance, is coming out with a CD this November. They've already released one single from it, stupidly named "Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na)" (no, I'm not joking...the number of "Na"s in the parentheses might be off though) which was really awesome. Today, they released another new song, called "The Only Hope For Me Is You."

Now, for those of you that know about My Chemical Romance, they're not exactly known for their love ballads. They're mostly known for songs about high school kids killing themselves and dead grandmas (I'm pretty sure that's what "Helena" is about), both of which are really good songs by the way.

So their die-hard fanbase -- I can't be put in this category, but I do love a lot of things that they have done -- is receiving this song, which is a power love ballad thing, with mixed reviews. I've been reading comments on the webpage that I first saw this song on, Alternative Press' website, and a lot of people are complaining.

They're saying that they don't understand why MCR is changing. What they were doing before worked, so why do they have to do other things? Why can't they just keep releasing "I'm Not Okay (I Promise)" over and over again?

This same scenario has happened with a lot of bands that I really like, a lot. If you know me even a little bit, you'll know that I love Green Day so much it's an obsession. (I almost put 'almost an obsession' but then I realized that it seriously is an obsession). Green Day used to be a flat-out punk band. Their first EPs and their first two CDs, Dookie and Insomniac, could be classified as punk, but aren't by some, even though they should be. Then they experimented with some other sounds -- ska music, acoustic songs, other awesome stuff. Then they released American Idiot and 21st Century Breakdown, which combines everything and defines Green Day as not exactly a punk band anymore -- sort of a pop punk, alternative rock hybrid that writes nine-and-a-half minute, five-movement epic songs and rock Broadway musicals. So, awesome.

Anyway, many of Green Day's fans were pissed that they changed. They apparently wanted them, like MCR, to release the same stuff over and over again -- to never change, mature, or move forward with their music. They weren't willing to accept this new Green Day, because it was something too different for them.

I think/hope most people can see the issue with this. Now, I'm not saying that everyone should love Green Day and My Chemical Romance (although everyone should love Green Day and My Chemical Romance) but the fact that many of their "fans" have stopped listening to them solely because they're releasing new stuff, because they've changed over the years, because they're daring to be different and go against what people expect them to do, whatever the reason; the fact of the matter is that if you fall into this category with ANY band...are you truly a fan of that band in the first place?

People should be willing to at least give these bands a shot -- again, not necessarily the two I've mentioned, but whatever band is willing to risk alienation by coming out with something new. A lot of people probably just heard the first part of "The Only Hope For Me Is You" and immediately hated it without even giving it a chance. Others probably looked at the name of the song, assumed it was a love ballad, and didn't even give it a chance, because they didn't My Chemical Romance should be releasing love ballads.

MCR, like Green Day and also Linkin Park, are experimenting. They're trying new things, and they deserve to be listened to. They aren't sell-outs because they've changed, and they're not the problems with music. The problems with music come from bands that do stuff that has been done so many times before, and from bands that never try anything new and release the same type of stuff over and over and over again. You know, like Nickelback.

You don't have to like them. But if you like a band's old stuff, then you realize that they changed and you immediately stop listening to it without giving it a chance, then you are a bad person. A very, very bad person. Almost as bad as a strange Scott Stapp-Kid Rock hybrid.

Ew. I can't stop shuddering.

It's been a while.

Hello all. I honestly forgot that this blog even existed for the longest time, until I saw my "websites" on my facebook. I saw it, and I was all like "Who deez Indy Metro Boys?!" and then I was all like "Whoo, I'm in college so I'm drunk!"

(Secretly though, I'm sitting in my underwear, singing along with Brand New, My Chemical Romance, and Green Day. Way more fun than getting trashed and being a world-class douchebag).

Anyway, so college is happening. My classes all suck, but all classes in general suck. Piece of advice: never, ever, ever sign up for a Monday night, two and a half hour long class. You will contemplate suicide, perhaps even attempt it (hopefully not), and you'll hate yourself forever. Just don't do it. Change your major instead, like I did.

Lots of things have changed since the last time anyone posted on this, which was seriously more than a month ago. Whoa. That's way too long. I guess we're busy, being cool, charming ladies men and getting cash money (too soon, R.I.P. Sky's Coffee) but still, this is inexcusable.

A quick rundown of some important stuff that's happened since August 25 or whatever:

IU's 3-0. Oh my God!!!!!!!

The Mets and Diamondbacks are 0-162. Or something.

The Steelers are 3-0. Oh my God!!!!!!!

David officially came out of the closet.

Twitter became new.

Chad Johnson (I'M NOT CALLING HIM OCHOCINCO) tweeted about a pregnant pigeon's nipples a lot.

Also, I have Chad Johnson's phone number. For real. It's 513-235-8585. I am dead serious. Call him. This isn't one of those "hehe, it's actually 1-800-BUTT-SEX things (by the way, that is also a real thing. I suggest calling it if you want to laugh hysterically)." It's his actual, real phone number.

I scratched my balls a lot.

I ate a lot of burritos and onion rings.

I got fat :(

I didn't really get fat.

I hugged a lot of people, but I only enjoyed like two of them. And when I say "like two" I mean exactly two.

A lot of drunk people yelled a lot and I wanted to stab a lot of people, but I didn't. Such self-restraint I'm showing.

I invented a new word: Douchebaggery.

And a bunch of other non-important stuff.

Dang a lot of things happened haha. Sorry. Hopefully I'll blog more? But hopefully I don't fail all my classes. Although I would be home again if I did that, and I would have way more time for this.............heh heh heh

One more thing: listen to Weezer. You won't regret it. Well, maybe you will, but if you do, you have a terrible taste in music and deserve nothing short of excruciating pain and sadness.

Oh, and I guess you can wake me up now that September has ended.

Now playing -- Wake Me Up When September Ends, Green Day

Welcome to College!

Well I started out writing this blog as a happy camper, but I just realized that, since classes are apparently not cancelled on Labor Day and I have a Monday evening class, I can't go to Vampire Weekend. So that sucks.

But anyway, I haven't written anything in a while, except for some song lyrics and stuff, so I figured I'd write something. I successfully moved into my dorm and I'm kind of getting used to not living in Westfield anymore, although I do really really miss some people from Westfield. I love you.

Today was pretty good, all in all. I scheduled work for the entire semester, and I'm pretty pleased with my schedule, especially since I have never have to work on Saturdays. That's pretty sweet. I have to work in the morning on two days, which kind of sucks, but then again, who eats breakfast in college? It should be not busy, aka good.

So yeah, that was cool. Also, I dumped an entire cup of Coke on my pants and shirt, so that sucked. I would have still been okay with that if it hadn't been for my voyage to Wendy's, when I inadvertently dipped my house key, room key, and flash drive in a container of ketchup. That sucked quite a bit, but I won't let it get to my head. Especially since I'm wearing a V-Neck right now. Mmmmmm yum yum

Also, our XBOX Live still doesn't work, and that really sucks. A lot. Hopefully it'll eventually start working or else I may throw myself out a window. I probably won't actually do that, since I have a pretty good life, but I'm merely trying to convey my emotions of distress, anguish, pain, and agony caused by the failure of XBOX Live. Is XBOX supposed to be completely capitalized? Xbox. XBOX. They both look stupid.

Classes start on Monday the 30th, and that kind of sucks. Oh well. I guess it is college.

Speaking of college, you're not cool because you drink. Stop pretending like you are. That's a general statement to all the douchebags in the world who think you're awesome because you party a lot.

Anyway, after that little rant, let's travel back to yesterday, when I saw Maurice Creek in real life. That was pretty sweet. I was at this bookstore and I was trying to move somewhere, and he was in my way, so I said "excuse me" and he said "Oh, sorry man." We're best friends now. You can take that to the bank!

Hopefully I'll keep posting on this when I have time, but don't expect me to post very regularly. I'll be pretty busy in the next however many weeks are in a semester, and I think it's a little more important to get moneys and saca buenas notas. Saca? Not sure if that's right or not. If it's not, I don't care.

And I realize that this isn't a literary masterpiece or anything, but like I said, I haven't written anything in a while, so BACK OFF!

Yahoo for school! Yahoo for me!

Now playing -- Sabotage by the Beastie Boys, via Star Trek

Also, best lines from Star Trek:

"I presume you have prepared more insults for me today."

"Affirmative."

haha gets me every time

Simul-blog 2: Revenge of Simul-blog

Josh: So this is the most tired I've been in a very, very long time. I guess that's what I get for going to IHOP until ungodly hours in the morning and taking part in many hilarious voicemails with my partner in crime, but I wouldn't change a thing. It was a pretty awesome time, except that I have the opinion that McDonalds should be open 24 hours a day and not close at stupid 11:00. And don't tell me to go through the drive-thru, because those suck. I won't do it unless I'm dying of thirst (see today, which I will explain in more detail in a bit). Also, I will later discuss the second greatest thing to ever happen to me, which happened today. Basically, I saw my future wife in person, finally. More later. Stay tuned!

David: Hello people. I am also very overwhelmed with feelings of exhaustion, but I guess that's what happens when you've spent the last two days having awesome fun with your best friend and your future wife (Tegan, not Hayley) (eww). So yeah. If you haven't gotten the message yet, we saw Paramore this evening and it was amazing. We also saw New Found Glory which was about equally as amazing for me. Downside: We had to sit through some Indian kid's band (who donned matching t-shirts for the night, that was cute) in Kadawatha, and lesbian twins (not the cool kind) in Tegan and Sara. Anyway, I'm really tired, so here's Josh.

Josh: Holy Christ, I am tired. But yeah, like David said, we saw Paramore today with Ali and Sydney and Sarah. That was pretty fun, except for lame people that wouldn't let me go in front of them. That made me pretty upset, but I got over it once I saw Hayley Williams' beautiful face and heard her beautiful voice. It probably wasn't the best concert I've ever been to, because I don't think anything will ever beat Green Day in the United Center in Chicago last year, but it was still an excellent one. Very high energy and what-not, and they're very good performers. New Found Glory kinda surprised me, because I never thought they were that good, but they were really fun to listen to. The other two bands were decent and mediocre, at best. Also, David gave me a Paramore guitar pick, and Hayley Williams looked me directly in the eye and we stared into each other's eyes for at least 10 seconds straight. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.

David: Well, as Josh said earlier, Holy Christ, I am tired. I think we both just realized that it is almost 3 AM and that we should sleep soon maybe. Also, this is gonna be our last time together because THE J-Weezy is leaving for Gaytown on Sunday. Which is not something I'm looking forward to. ANYWAY, I love you people, Hayley, Tegan (eww), Brand New, @PatrickRSebanc, Farren Billand, Sky's Coffee, Roger, poop and pee, Bret Mattingly, not being in school, Lapel, Emily Pelsue, Chipper Jones (too soon), Bobby Cocks, Fang Island, @Jweezy206, @CWizzy77, @KNasty300, more poop and pee, Sydney, Ali, Sarah (ish), McDonald's, McDonald's orange milkshakes, black people, breaking Josh's rules, loving things, Shadow Wachtel, Jeanette Wachtel, Ben Wachtel, Josh's guitar (appropriately named Hayley), hamburgers, v-necks, dirty hipster faggots (I'm looking at you, Ward), and A LOT OF OTHER THINGS THAT DON'T DESERVE A SPOT ON THE LOVE LIST. SORRY CAPS WERE ACCIDENTAL.

Josh: I'm not really going to say anything cool here, except I'm going to do a love list of my own. Here is what I love: Hayley Williams, Paramore, Green Day, IU (kind of, because they're taking me away from Westfield), New Found Glory (not Chad Gilbert though, and I swear to God if he proposes to Hayley Williams, I will commit suicide), Butthole Surfers, Beck, Weezer, doing quiet duets of Beverly Hills with David (it was actually pretty good too), Nick Reith, Ali Ward, Sydney Moore, kind of Sarah (no last name...it's a mystery. And I only put kind of to go along with David's thing earlier), getting a Paramore guitar pick, looking directly into Hayley Williams' eyes as she does the same to me (I swear to you, this really happened), black v-necks, David Keller, and not being in school.

Also, since this will probably be the last post I ever ever make from Westfield forever, since I'm never ever coming back from Gaytown McGeeville, aka Bloomington (just kidding I am), I just want all of you to know that if I like you, I'll miss you. A lot. I think you know if I like you, so just know that I'll be thinking of you a lot and I hope you think of me too. Write on my facebook, tweet at me, text me, it'll all be cool. I'll respond to you because, chances are that I miss you and I'll really appreciate hearing from you. Don't forget me, and I won't forget you. I promise.

So on that incredibly serious, heartfelt moment (which it actually was), consider this post over. I hope I'll keep using this while I'm at college, but I'll probably be pretty busy doing work and not being a douchebag, aka not partying and not getting drunk with sluts. Hopefully David will continue posting though, because seriously? Lapel? Come on.

Love, J-Weezy and DK

Now playing -- our rendition of Beverly Hills. It really was good. Also, we're starting a band. Auditions won't happen, since we've already planned everything out. This is not a joke. We'll be at the Grammys tomorrow.

My life without school

Since many of you who read this blog most likely attend Westfield High School, I don't really need to point out that my old high school just started their year. But I will anyway. My old high school just started their year a couple days ago, and, since I graduated, I don't go. My days are usually filled with fun, excitement, thrills, and fun. the band. Here is a day in the life of Josh Wachtel, while his parents are at work.

Actually, today was a little different than most other days. On the first day of school for Westfield, I slept on a bunk bed beneath blog-mate and future rock band-mate David Keller until about one in the afternoon or something. That was pretty cool. Today, on the other hand, I woke up at 9:00 to go to the bank to yell at them about something. CONFIDENTIAL INFORMATION. (I was supposed to get checks, but I never got them). So waking up at 9:00 sucks, but I guess that's better than waking up at 4:40 to go to morning practice, or even waking up at 6:30 to go to school.

So after the bank voyage, I went home and bathed, which was weird because who takes showers anymore? They're overrated. Just kidding. So anyway, after my showa, I watched The Price is Right. It's surprisingly very difficult to guess how much things cost, especially if you just assume that everything costs either $69 or $420. But still, I would have won the Showcase Showdown, so that was cool. Except that one of the prizes was a "steam shower" which sounds incredibly ineffective.

So The Price is Right ended, and I listened to the Alternative Music Choice station for an hour. Highlight -- Short Skirt/Long Jacket by Cake. Then, Loaded with Sum 41 came on Fuse, so I watched that. I like Sum 41, especially this song.

After that ended, I really don't remember what happened until 3:15, when my brother left to go to practice (I didn't go, citing a foot injury that all my twitter followers heard about). When he left, I played Green Day: Rock Band for like 4 hours. It was pretty fun. I rule at singing. But I was doing a challenge, which is playing the entire American Idiot album straight through. I was playing on Expert guitar, and I was just about to beat it, when my stupid XBOX became unplugged, which destroyed everything.

After a thirty minute crying session, I continued playing and perfected a bunch of songs on Expert vocals. I'm so good. I could probably win American Idol if I wanted to, except that I could never be as good as Taylor Hicks. hahaha

So that ended, then I ate, then I ran four miles. My running was filled with pain, agony, and suffering. I almost crapped myself like four times, and it was miserable. Also, to that little girl on a bicycle, I'm sorry for scaring you. A tall, lanky, shirtless man running after you is scary, so I understand why you frantically pedaled away from me. I would have done the same. No hard feelings.

After my run, I sat down and decided to blog. After I finished blogging, I don't know what I did, since I can't see the future. Sorry!

So that was my day today. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it, or something.

Oh, something I forgot. Everything I did today (minus the bank trip) I did while not wearing any pants. It was glorious. I don't think I'm ever going to wear pants again. I'm a fan of "Not Wearing Pants" on facebook, and with good reason.

Shout-outs to Ali Ward, Sam Velazquez, and Nick Moore for liking my status about it. Nick, I'd give your entire facebook name, but it reminds me too much of Sam Armstrong, and that's gross, so I'm not going to do that.

OH! The most important news of the day. The Diamondbacks hit back-to-back-to-back-to-back home runs today. How cool. Also, Rocky Balboa is a movie that I enjoy watching.

The End!

Simul-blog!

Josh: So tonight, the Indy Metro Boys are stepping into new territories. KNasty and JWeezy are chillaxing, bro! tonight, and the ever brilliant David Keller came up with the idea of a simul-blog, aka we just pass the computer back and forth and blog together. Now, I don't know if this means that we are going to talk about the same topic for the whole time or what, so I'll just pass the computer along and see where this takes us. Every time there's a new paragraph, that means that there's a new author of said paragraph. Here we go!

David: Well, J-Weezy pretty much explained the point of this post, so we'll see how this goes. The one thing on my mind right now (other than Craig Ferguson, that is) is that an overwhelming majority of our friends start school tomorrow, and we don't, so we think that's awesome. My personal goal is to be asleep until all my friends get out of school, which means I'm planning on being asleep until at least 2:30 tomorrow afternoon. Anyway, here's Josh because I'm gonna go get lemonade.

Josh: David getting lemonade actually means that he's peeing in a cup and then drinking it. So anyway, Like David said, we're watching Craig Ferguson right now. I used to hate @CraigyFerg (that's his twitter name) but then I actually watched his show, and discovered that he is absolutely hilarious. I did the same thing with Daniel Tosh, aka thought he was stupid but then found out that he was really funny. And if David told any of you to watch Craig Ferguson, it's because I told him to watch it/made him watch an episode at my house. You can thank me later. Somebody named Brittany just sent David a facebook message, so I'm gonna give him the computadora back so he can respond.

David: I'm also making popcorn right now, so I'm gonna be eating that as I blog. Also, whoever this girl is on Craig's show (she was in The Other Guys), she is really really attractive. Her name's Lindsay Sloan or something like that I guess, so Google her. Make sure SafeSearch is on though. ;) Also, this is probably my last paragraph, so I've got a couple shout-outs. Pond and Ariana mostly. They rock. Farren Billand is pretty cool too I guess. And last but not least, the senior boys for making (what sounds like) the funniest video ever. I love you people.

Josh: My eyes hurt. My face hurts. Everything hurts, and yet I do not want to sleep. Also quote from David Keller, while watching Vampire Weekend: "How is this even a song?" What a great fan. So I just got on twitter, and "Taylor Hotner" is trending. At least it's not "Justin Bieber" or "Bustin Jieber" but still. Really, people? I'd also like to give a shout-out to Kathy, for making wonderful cookies that I ate. They were really good. Also, I'd like to give a reverse shout-out to Renee Heine, because you're annoying. Hush. Craig Ferguson is funny, so watch him. I hope that we do some more Simul-blog!s in the future, because this was a good time. Also, Charlie Holcomb, if you're reading this, have David and me back on the show sometime because that was a lot of fun. P.S. I know that this was a lot of rambling, but if you don't like it, then shut up. Sorry, I'm cranky. I wish I didn't have to go to school tomorrow :( Haha oh wait. I don't. COLLEGE

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Now Playing: Vampire Weekend - Contra (Via Craig Ferguson)

-DK and JWeezy

Dreaming, I was only dreaming...

I just got home from McCormick's Creek State Park a couple hours ago, and I'm so dedicated to this blog that I've decided to immediately update this wonderful, beautiful, sensual web site. This post will make you laugh, cry, think, and feel things you've never felt before. So, read on.

I went to WHS XC camp for the fifth year in a row for some reason for all of this week. I say 'for some reason' because this prevented me from doing really cool things, like feeling air conditioning and being able to take a dump without being ravaged by spiders. It'd be cool if latrines were ever clean, but I guess that's too much to ask. DNR = lame.

It was a blast though. I love the guys on that team (in a completely heterosexual way...except for Kyle DuVall and Alex Schulke) and we had a really grand time. Whether we were defending our honor in Ultimate Frisbee against Bloomington South (where I was the MVP...even though nobody said it, we all know it was true) or picking up hot chicks at the pool ("GUYS! I'm trying to flirt!" --Jake Flagg), we had a great time all around.

However, it was 100 degrees all the time, including a heat index of 115 degrees on Wednesday or something. That was super lame. And it was hard to sleep, what with the sweat pouring down my body. Fortunately, I was glistening for a lot of the camp, so that was cool.

I smelled terrible the whole week, I worked on my tan a lot (not really), and I perfected the simultaneous pencil dive at the pool. It led to me bedding many chicks, but not really.

So now I'm home, with the only vacation I've had this entire vacation being over. Later, there's the high school talent show, where I will be judging and not have a good time as I sit through a couple hours of a bunch of unfunny videos.

Oh, I almost forgot. When we got back to the high school, after I woke up on a bus while listening to 'I Woke Up in a Car' (which is an awesome song, by the way) we all learned that Adam Prokai's car was parked on top of his keys. That type of thing would only happen to Prokai. Mostly because he's an idiot, but I still love that kid in a totally non-sexual way.

This has been fun. However, all good things must come to an end. I hope this entry did not disappoint you, but now I must depart. Macaroni and Cheese is calling my name. I love all of you, especially a few people that I'm not going to mention by name. Use your imagination.

I'm Having Trouble Tryin' to Sleep

So I've got Green Day on shuffle right now, it's late at night, and Brain Stew just came on and made me awake, so it's time for me to post. If I recall correctly, I haven't posted since we were on-air with our good friend Charles on After Midnight on 98.7 WQME in Anderson. If I have posted about that, forgive me, but I'm too lazy to look. Anyway, that was a blast and turned an awesome day into an even better night. Josh and I both loved it and it was the most fun we've had in a very long time. We want to thank Charlie a whole bunch for letting us on. It was a blast.

In other news, I've become a big fan of posting video messages on Facebook walls (I swear I'm not trying to be KG). It's just a lot of fun. I'm not sure why I like it so much, but I do. I've also become a big fan of MLB Gameday, because it saves my life sometime when the Braves aren't on TV, which is always.

Speaking of the Braves, they are still awesome. Not as awesome recently (because letting a 7-game lead be cut to a 2-game lead kind of pisses some fans off), but still awesome nonetheless. Unfortunately, Kris Medlen's arm died last night (which is something I'm not very upset about because...) so Mike Minor (ex-Commodore) wil be brought up from the AAA Gwinett Braves. So that'll be fun.

Also, girls and guys, don't drink. You look stupid and trashy when you do. Just sayin'.

I ran across this blog a couple days ago and it's been dominating my life lately. Czech it out. It's called Blame it on the Voices. Although I know absolutely nothing about it, it's still awesome and hilarious and will make you laugh, I guarantee it.

Also something I've become a fan of is Netflix. Nowhere else can I watch an entire season of The Office, an entire season of Weeds, and an entire season of Entourage, four full seasons of Say Yes to the Dress (There you go, Kathy), as well as The Human Centipede in the same day, for less than 30 cents. It's pretty awesome and totally worth it, so I suggest that you invest.

Anyway, I'm not sure if Joshua covered this or not (too lazy to look, again), but he's been away at gayboy camp and I think he actually gets back Saturday. But I'm not sure and totally that's a shitty thing for a best friend to not know, but I don't know. But I do miss him a lot so however gay that sounds, it's true.

So, not to make this some super un-interesting post (which they all are, I guess), but I had a very very good day today, thanks to my good friends Ali Ward and Sydney Moore. It's not like much happened, but it was cool I guess. Let me tell you about it.

(I just realized [have realized a whole lot of times, actually] that I never write about anything useful or interesting, and for that I apologize. Thanks for reading, anyway)

It all started off around 2 pm, when they came and picked me up in Ali's sweet ride. It was cool I guess. We then went to the bank and stuff and were trying to this of cool stuff to do. We all arrived at the conclusion that we were hungry, so we went to Bella's Pizzeria  Pizzaria. We went to Bella's. After about 15 minutes of Ali and I waiting for our food while we watched Sydney devour a slice and four breadsticks like an italian Kobayashi, I finally got to sink my teeth into my two slices of deep-dish pepperoni(not really deep-dish. I'll explain in a second). Well, almost.

As I got up to go get a butter knife to cut my pizza, I bumped into my large fruit punch and sent it tumbling to the ground, creating a 15-way river in the cracks between the floor tiles that was as awesome as it sounds. The only not-awesome thing was having my foot stuck to my flip-flop by the fruity, red heaven-juice. That was driving me to the brink of insanity. But I stood strong.

After I finished my not-so-deep-dish pepperoni (oh yeah, I said I'd explain that).

In the world, on Wikipedia, but mostly in Chicago (I'm eyeballing, I've never been there), deep-dish pizza has a buttery crust up to three inches tall at the edge, slightly higher than the large amounts of cheese and chunky tomato sauce, acting as a large bowl. At Bellas, a deep-dish pizza has a dry, slightly burnt crust only an inch and a half tall (trust me, I measured), acting as a bed for the tablespoon of tomato sauce, paper-thin layer of cheese, and three pepperoni per slice. For the average deep-dish fan, Bella's deep-dish pepperoni is kind of a boner killer, if you know what I mean. Not to trash them or anything, because this is the first less-than-satisfactory experience I've had there, but it was just bad.

Also, whatever Ali got looked like some old mad had injected his seed onto a pile of rotten spinach (sorry, Al), and wrapped it in bread, so don't get that either.

After that, we went to Goodwill and that was cool and all. I bought a book called I'm a Stranger Here Myself by Bill Bryson. That seems exciting, so I'll post something about that whenever I finish it, which should be fairly soon.

So anyway, after that, we came back to my house, watched Dear Jack, played some indoor soccer, watched The Crack Fox (if there's no other link you click on today, you MUST click on this one. Please. You will not regret it), and went on an adventure around Lapel, so that was fun I guess. Also, Ali threw up in my kitchen like 17 times so that was also awesome. Ask her about her tap-dancing, too. And ask me for my 'Butter with Macaroni on the side' recipe as well.

That's about all, but it was a pretty sweet day, in my opinion. Definitely better than the past couple ones have been.

Anyway, it's late, and I've got a gallon of Arizona tea and The Dust of Retreat calling my name, as well as the top bunk. Stay happy, people.

One more thing: Props to Connor Martin for the text he sent me. I can't forward what he said to you guys for some personal reasons, but hopefull I'll have permission to release it shortly. That kid's a champ. Be his friend.

-DK

Now Playing: Margot & The Nuclear So and So's - The Dust of Retreat

:)

Did you know that THOUSANDS of kids go to college in their pajamas...every day? Wow. I had no idea. I guess when I go to class naked in a month, I won't be the only one.

Oh hey, how's it going? I guess I shouldn't be so vulgar anymore, now that the Indy Metro Boys are famous!

For those of you that frequent the IMB page, but haven't heard yet, David and I were on the radio last night, with Charlie Holcomb. It was a blast, and it was the perfect end to a perfect day. I was pretty nervous going in, but once I had finished saying "Hey-oh!" for some reason and (allegedly) yelling into the microphone, it was a really good time.

If you missed it, I'd try to do a play-by-play for you, but it was basically just David and me saying ridiculous things into a microphone for two hours. We plugged our blog, and we plugged our twitters (@jweezy206 and @KNasty300) and I thankfully did not say anything inappropriate, and it was a mission accomplished.

In other news, I've spent probably 11 hours over the past two days playing Green Day: Rock Band. I'm not really sure if that's a bad thing though. No big deal or anything, but I got 98% on expert vocals for Jesus of Suburbia, which is nearly 10 minutes long. I'm a champion.

Speaking of songs that are nearly 10 minutes long, listen to this song. I love it so much. I want to take it on a date. I'd like to thank my fellow Green Day: Rock Band bandmates David Keller and Ali Ward for introducing me to this band. I'm already in love.

So that's about it for now. The MLB trading deadline just passed. I hate that the Braves and Yankees got good players, and I hate that the Mets didn't get anybody good. Is it really too much to ask that they get Albert Pujols? I don't think so.

I probably won't post again for a while, unless I do it sometime tomorrow, because I'll be in the middle of woods for the next week. It's kind of hard to post, unless I yell really loudly to someone and they type it up for me. P.S. that won't happen, so I'll be on hiatus this week. Hopefully KNasty will pick up the slack?

See you in a week!

J-Weezy

After Midnight.

Hey it's David. I'm currently enjoying some pizza rolls and lemonade on the top bunk with my bestest friends, Josh Wachtel and Alice Ward. Hey Al. Hey Josh. Okay, next topic.

Dont forget, Joshua and I will be on 98.7 WQME tonight from 12am-2am with our great friend Chuck Taylor (aka Charlie Holcomb). So check that out, and call in and chat and request junk. It'd actually really mean a lot to us.

Soooo that's about it. Have a wonderful day and don't die. That is all.

Do you have the time to listen to me whine?

So yesterday at about 3:00, we had around 1,935 views on this piece of crap blog thing. One post later, we have 2,057. Whoaaaaaa

I'd like to give a big shout-out to that one kid that sat at his computer, reloading this page for hours and hours to make it look like a lot of people were reading. Even though this probably didn't happen, it's still funny to imagine.

I just got on twitter, and I saw that "Arizona Immigration Law" was trending. I was curious as to why, and apparently some federal judge blocked part of the law. Now, I'm too lazy to do any actual research to find out what happened, and with words like "preliminary injuction," "provision," and "illegal" in the story, I think you can see why. If you can't, then boo-hoo. Go cry about it elsewhere.

Seriously though, from what I know about the law, it's an absolutely ridiculous law. From what I gathered from the little I know about this law, basically if a police officer thinks that somebody looks like an illegal immigrant, they can demand to see their papers that prove that they are an American citizen, and if they don't have papers, they get in trouble in one way or another.

So basically, Arizona is Nazis. I guess that's good, that the home of the greatest baseball team in history and the second-best Point Guard in the NBA is run by Nazis. And by "good," I mean that it's terrible. But Judge Susan Bolton kind of agrees with me, I guess, since she blocked "controversial parts" of the law.

Now, I know what you're saying right now. "Josh, you didn't really do any research on this matter at all." "Josh, you're a dirty liberal and you are the downfall of America, Barack Obama is a terrorist, and Sarah Palin is the second coming of Christ." "Josh, you are so good looking, please date me."

Number one, I agree with you, I didn't really do any research. But keep in mind that this is a blog, and nobody really cares about it anyway.

Number two, I just called the FBI on you, and I'm not dirty. Also, Sarah Palin is lame.

Number three, it depends on what you look like. I only go out with hot girls.

Also, if you actually said any of that, then I probably incepted you. You know, like in the movie Inception? What a good movie. Go see it twice like I did.

I absolutely guarantee you can tell, but if you couldn't tell, I wrote this in less than 7 minutes. I'm not really even thinking about what I'm writing at this point, and like my esteemed co-counsel said in an earlier post, I'm still trying to kind of get back into blogging mode, even though I should be there already. Maybe I'll make another post about this law later, when I have more motivation. Maybe not. Such mysteries are part of the life of Josh Wachtel.

I know that I make jokes about how bad I am at stuff all the time, and it might be because I have low self-esteem and I want people to reinforce the notion that I do not suck at everything, but it might also be because I am bad at stuff. This post is not an example of a good performance by me. I'm trying to force myself to post every day, and some days are better than others. DEAL WITH IT.

Get a twitter, then follow me at @jweezy206, follow David at @KNasty300, follow this blog at @indymetroboys, and follow a bunch of other people at a bunch of other usernames.

Now playing -- I am not a good rapper, by Lil Wayne.

See what I did there? hehehe

Fame and Fortune!

For those of you who don't know anything about my life (everyone), I had a minor accident on Friday in my dad's van. By minor accident, I mean very very scary experience for a minute and then me being pissed at myself for a couple days. I'd love to excite you all with a play-by-play of what all happened during those 3 seconds of mayhem, but I can't. I couldn't stop in time and rear-ended a truck. Thaaaaat's about it. Let the rear-end jokes commence.

In other news, a very good friend of ours, Charlie Holcomb, has invited me and Josh to be on his radio show Friday night! Tune into 98.7 WQME Friday night from midnight to 2 am. Josh and I have no idea what to talk about so you guys should call in and chat with us (I'll tweet a phone number soon). Seriously. We need all the help we can get.

I passed another large milestone in my life a couple weeks ago: I ran over my first animal. By first animal, I mean first and second animal. At the same time. Tell me I'm not a champion. To those of you who live in Village Farms and drove by two raccoons lying near each other in front of Target, I apologize, but it was awesome and a chance I couldn't give up.

Another note: To all my Oak Hill friends that still read this blog (if any), I miss you guys and I'll try to be up a couple more times before school starts so we can kick it (I'm talking to you, BP).

Also, I've been having some very awesome, very random conversations with a new friend on Facebook. I know this probably isn't worth posting about, and I doubt she'll read this, but Sarah Presley, you're awesome and thanks for being there when I needed to chill out. You rock.

Sorry this post probably wasn't what you expected (or wanted), but I'm still trying to get back into the blogging routine. Bear with us, JWeezy and I both have huge posts in the works that will hopefully stir things up a bit.

Anyway, Shouts to Charlie, shouts to Sarah P, and shouts to Kathy, whose peanut butter cookies and random other desserts have kept me sane lately. I would've freaked out without my weekly fix! Have fun in SC and I miss you and the girls.

With that, I'll leave you people alone. Follow IMB on Twitter (@IndyMetroBoys), and if you don't have a Twitter, get one. Love.

-DK

Now Playing: Nothing, oddly enough.

Today's X103 experience

For those of you that follow me on Twitter or are Facebook friends with me, you'll probably already have heard this from me. I just drove my dad to get one of our cars, then I drove to the Westfield Public Library to drop the car off, then drove home. I listened to X103 throughout the voyage, and it was the best lineup yet.

Even though they played a song that I've never heard of (and I'm still not really sure what it was, but it wasn't that good), the songs they played were tremendous. Here's a run-down!

First, they played "In The End" by Linkin Park. Now, I know it's cool to hate Linkin Park, but they're still awesome. "In The End" is an oldie but a goodie.

Second, they played "Guerilla Radio" by Rage Against the Machine. Rage is awesome, and if you don't like them, stop reading now and go force yourself to like them. The best thing about this song is that it's on Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2. The line "All hell can't stop us now!" is edited to "All money can't stop us now!" It's hilarious.

Third, they played "Everlong" by the Foo Fighters. I freaking love the Foo Fighters a lot, and I really think Dave Grohl might be one of my favorite musicians of all time. Probably not really, but he's an awesome drummer (he was in Nirvana, for those of you that don't know) and he's an awesome guitarist/singer too. I love him, his band, and this song. "Times Like These" is better though.

Then, they played some song that I didn't know and nobody cares about it.

After that bullcrap, they played "The Kids Aren't Alright" by the Offspring. The Offspring has been one of my favorite bands for quite a while, taking a backseat to Green Day and Sum 41 only, probably. Maybe Blink-182, but I think I like the Offspring more. Anyway, this is another old song, but it's still awesome. Grammatical failure aside, "The Kids Aren't Alright" is a great song.

Finally, they played "Dani California" by Red Hot Chili Peppers. Even though that's up there for the worst band name ever, RHCP is still awesome. "Dani California" is not my favorite song by RHCP, but it's still pretty awesome, even though hardcore fans probably don't like it a whole lot. I think "Otherside" is probably my favorite RHCP song, if you were wondering.

I got out of the car in the middle of "Dani California" even though I wanted to stay and listen to it. Unfortunately, it's about 7,000 degrees outside and I almost caught on fire from the heat, so I went in to my nice, air-conditioned house. I was still in shock about how great X103 has gotten since they stopped being a ROCK station and are now an Alternative station again, for the most part.

I just had to put it in writing!

Also, I went to bed at 1:00 last night, which is the earliest I've gone to bed this summer, and I woke up at 2:00 in the afternoon, which is the latest I've slept in this summer. I'm just practicing for college, I guess.

Time to focus all my attention on Family Feud, which is on from 3:00-some other time on the channel that is abbreviated as ION, which is 915 on my TV. This hot lady with a big chest is about to go on, which is kinda funny. DK would enjoy it :)

For the first part of Fast Money, an ugly lady got 35 points. Out of 5 questions, she got zero points for 4 of them. Needless to say, J. Peterman (who is the host, hilariously) should have her killed. Not really though, FBI, since you're probably reading this.

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH BYE

There's no point in titling this

This blogging thing isn't going well. I thought that, by now, I'd have gotten the hang of it. Since it's summer and I hardly ever have anything to do, I thought that I would blog a lot more. But, here we are, with the last entry coming from 9 days ago, and it wasn't even written by me.

Instead of writing, I find myself playing Crazy Cabbie on Facebook, which is literally one of the most addicting games I have ever played in my life. In fact, it's so addicting that it should be on addictinggames.com. And I've been playing Family Feud a lot, but since they keep asking me questions like 'Name an actor that women would like to film a love scene with,' I've been playing that less lately.

Hilariously enough, by the way, the number one answer for that question? Mel Gibson. Irony at its finest.

I think my biggest problem with this whole blog deal is that I'm finding it hard to care enough about anything to write about it. I haven't gotten into the 'I don't have anything to write about, but I still am going to write something' state of mind yet. I'll get there eventually though. Maybe.

The worst thing about this is that, as those of you who religiously follow this blog know, I like to write about sports a lot. However, both of my favorite baseball teams (the only important sport that is happening now) are terrible, and I hate thinking about them. So I'd really rather not talk about them at all.

Me not wanting to talk about baseball really takes a lot out of this blog. I mean, I can only profess my love for Green Day and Paramore so many times. Speaking of that...

I LOVE GREEN DAY

I LOVE PARAMORE

See? It gets old after a while.

I will say that I have been listening to X103 a lot lately, and they've actually started to play real music that I actually like, as opposed to bullcrap like Bullet For My Valentine and Buckcherry (however, I did unfortunately hear Nickelback the other day) but I heard Weezer, Linkin Park, and Pearl Jam back-to-back-to-back one day. It was awesome. It made my entire day.

I had other stuff to say, but my brother was creepily standing directly over my shoulder. I can't write when people are doing that, so I had to take a break.

By the way, if you ever read a post by me in which I insult a band or say that a band "is bullcrap" or "sucks," please just know that that is my opinion. I once wrote an entire post about how I hate that people give their musical opinions as facts. I hate that, but I occasionally do it without even thinking. So, if you like BFMV or Buckcherry, I'd like to say two things: first, I'm sorry for insulting your musical tastes. Secondly, I'm sorry that you have such a bad taste in music.

I'm just tooooooooooo funny. But not really.

I guess that's it for now. If you stayed with this post until the end, comment on this and I'll give you a hug the next time I see you. That's a promise. You might have to remind me, but I'll try to remember.

BYEEEEEEEEEEEE

Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen: the story of John Burge

DISCLAIMER (or something): Just so you know, this post was written by neither Josh nor David. This is called a "guest writer," or somebody that wants to express an opinion, but isn't cool enough to have his or her own blog. This was written by a young person named John Anthony Burge. John Anthony Burge, a 5'10, 150 pound human boy (I made up both of those numbers), apparently doesn't like things. Read about it below!

Oh, and we apologize for any harsh language or anything offensive or something. But seriously, if you're offended by something in this, maybe you shouldn't take yourself so seriously. We also apologize for what a hunk of crap this is. Just kidding!

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You know what really flattens my soda pop? Pop music. Just because a song gets stuck in your head for three days straight does not mean that song is a good one. For example, "F-R-E-E that spells 'free,' credit report dot com baby!"

Exactly.

But what are my kids going to be listening to when they're my age? Well, I'll tell you what they won't be listening to: The Black Eyed Peas. Or Nickelback, for that matter.

But really. Where are the giants of pop music today going to be in 10 years?

Well, let's see here. Miley Cyrus (or Hannah Montana, depending on which wig she's wearing) will most likely be here, Justin Bieber will probably be here, and Lady Gaga will most likely be getting another sex change or something. Gross.

Remember Soulja Boy? That was so long ago, right? That was in goddamn 2007. Pop music seems to change on a day-to-day basis, while my parents had to stomach "More Than A Feeling" approximately 12,000 times over the past 30 years.

My kids aren't even going to know what kind of music came out of the year 2000 because once a song has been listened to 600 times in a row by today's youth, it's tossed and they move on to the next hit single. The only things they'll know about this entire decade are glittery vampires and Crocs. Seriously?

Also, whatever happened to using instruments? No, Kevin Jonas, this doesn't count.

For all we know, today's most popular music could have been made by some computer nerd that I had a picture of, but the link was bad so none of you can see it.

Well, that's my rant for the day. Knibb High football rules!

I'm Back (I think)

Sooooo I suck, plain and simple. As previously stated by J-Weezy (whose 800 PR is 2:06, for the record), I haven't posted since May 6th, a.k.a. Josh's birthday. I've decided that my absence was a birthday gift to Josh so he could have the time to write a post that was worthwhile, instead of writing about the Mets, the Diamondbacks, and My Chemical Romance all the time. Clearly, he hasn't taken the opportunitites I've given him, so I've decided to swoop in and save the blog from the (still) certain demise it (still) faces.

There are no real reasons I haven't posted in over two months, and if anyone is even reading this anymore, I do apologize and I will be working as diligently as I was two months (and one day) ago. If that's what you'd like.

In other news, I work at Sky's Coffee now, so come see me there. IMAX 16. Upstairs. Do it.

That's about the extent of what's going on in my life right now, so I think I'll just share some short opinions with you people to get back into blogging form.

-I'm pissed that the Lakers won the Finals.
-Jimmy Fallon isn't that funny, but The Roots are awesome.
-I hope LeBron stays with the Cavs (even though what Joshua wrote happened).
-Alicia Keys is pregnant I guess. I wish it was mine.
-Oil spills can blow me.
-Kyle Overway might be a frisbee god.
-I'm now known on twitter as @KNasty300 and @IndyMetroBoys
-Read Thus Spoke Keith Hernandez (Even though he's about as frequent anymore as I am).
-My next post will be (hopefully) a little better than this one, but I need to go to sleep soon.
-Josh doesn't really suck at blogging, and I love him very much.
-Follow @CWizzy77, @JWeezy206, @PatrickRSebanc, @Dr_Pink_Glove, @LavenousCAM, and @CharlieHolcomb. For real.
-If you don't have Twitter, get one. It makes life easier.

Also, B.o.B. will be on Last Call tonight, but I'll be in bed. Someone tell me how that goes.

Vivan los Knicks?

I've heard a lot of tweets from celebrities and such that hint that LeBron James is going to announce that he will sign with the Knicks tomorrow on his SPORTSCENTER SPECIAL that is roughly 6 hours long.

Let me just be clear on this, before I get going. I've never known the Knicks to be a good team. I know that they used to be a good team, but I wasn't really into the NBA until like three years ago. I'm still not really into the NBA, but I'm learning.

Anyway, I've always felt sorry for the Knicks. I think it'd be cool if they returned to the elite ranks in the NBA. Also, I proclaimed that whichever team LeBron chose would become my new second-favorite team.

So if LeBron does end up signing with the Knicks (which is not set in stone by any stretch of the imagination, so this entire entry could be obsolete), I just want you all to know that I will be rooting for the Knicks. I'll always be a Pacers boy (actually probably not, since they do so many stupid things) but I will also root for the Knicks.

Don't accuse me of being a fair-weather fan, or I will fight you. And I will win.

Go Knicks! Maybe.

In other news, the Diamondbacks still blow, the Mets still are pissing me off, and Joey Votto got royally shafted by the All-Star team. Seriously. How is Ryan Howard on this team, but Joey Votto isn't? Click on their names to compare their stats this season, and you'll see why I'm so mad about this. If you're as lazy as I am, then just read this: Votto is better than Howard in literally every offensive statistic that's important: batting average, home runs, on base percentage, OPS, and slugging percentage. The only thing Howard has over Votto is one more RBI.

In essence, the Phillies and Charlie Manuel suck.

That's pretty much it for now. David still hasn't posted since May 6, so it's been more than two months. Based off that information, Josh > David.

Now playing -- Cancer, My Chemical Romance

Obscure Sports ftw!

Today, in my life, was a self-created Obscure Sports Day. I woke up early to watch the US Soccer team play, which I thought was going to be a mistake when I first did it. But I was actually able to get up pretty easily, so I watched the game.

To be honest, the US should have won that game like 5-0. There were a lot of missed opportunities, and they were a lot better than Algeria. However, they were working on one of the biggest choke jobs up until stoppage time at the end of the second half. Then, the spicy Landon Donovan saved soccer in the United States single-handedly. Not really, but kind of.

I'm not going to do an in-depth look back on what happened, because chances are that if you are reading this blog, you were watching that game. If you didn't watch it, then move to Cuba because you're a Commie. (jk lol)

So after I was actually excited during a soccer game for once, I got an ESPN alert (by the way, I only know anything about sports from getting ESPN alerts...not really) that a pretty cool thing was happening in tennis. These two guys that I had never heard of, mostly because it wasn't Andy Roddick or James Blake, were playing an ultramarathon tennis match, and they were tied at 24 games a piece in the fifth set.

For those of you that don't know, it's generally the first to win 6 games wins a set, win by two, with a tiebreaker if it's tied six to six. However, in the fifth set, it's the first to win by two games, no matter how many games that is.

So these two guys were slugging it out, and it was awesome, but I have a new XBOX 360, which I had to play. So I went into my room and played it for about two and a half hours. I decide to stop, go into my living room, and see that the match is STILL GOING ON. It's now 46 to 46, and it's becoming ridiculous.

I'd tell you how the match ended, but it's not over yet. After 7 hours, they suspended play until tomorrow with the score of 59-59. This match was already suspended once due to darkness. It's the longest match in the history of tennis, and hilariously enough, the fifth set alone is longer than any other match in the history of tennis.

So today is Obscure Sports Day, and the MVPs are Landon Donovan, John Isner (USA!), and Nicolas Mahut. These guys are studs.

Oh, and Steve Smith on the Carolina Panthers is better than Steve Smith on the New York Giants. If you think otherwise, then we disagree.

GOOD NIGHT NOW

World Cup/Bieber Fever!

For those of you who don't have a TV, a brain, or live in a cave, the World Cup started yesterday. (P.S. if you live in a cave and you're still reading this blog, marry me. I'm hoping that this applies to you, Hayley Williams!)

Anyway, the World Cup started yesterday. I know this will shock some of you, but I found most of the games to be boring. I know, somebody thinking a soccer game is boring? WHOA!

But this is kind of a big deal. I usually really enjoy the World Cup, especially when the United States is involved. Now, I don't consider myself to be Uncle Sam's protégé or anything, but I love my country, most of the time. But during the U.S.-Canada hockey game that recently occurred, I was very excited. I'm also not really a hockey fan, but my love for the good ol' U.S.A. pushed me through that game.

With that being said, I found the U.S.-England soccer game to be quite dull.

This may be because I'm not a soccer aficionado by any stretch of the imagination, but I just felt like both teams were sloppy, missed many opportunities, and the result was a less-than-par game, which does not help soccer's popularity in the United States.

What this game needed was a fist-fight, a buzzer-beating goal, another fist-fight, some more things that involve hyphens, and a riot! (Paramore reference ftw)

The defense, for the U.S. at least, was pretty bad, except for the goalkeeper, Tim Howard (new Ryan Miller?) Both teams had the ball in front of the goal, with a great scoring opportunity, multiple times. There wasn't really a whole lot of action, even for a soccer game.

My boredom may have been multiplied by by lack of sleep the night before, since I was watching Hancock for the first time in my life until about 3:30 in the morning. However, I feel like I wouldn't have been helped even if I wasn't tired.

So earlier today, I was trying to figure out why I don't really like soccer all that much. I thought that I should; it's pretty similar to baseball, if you really think about it. Teams can score at any opportunity, there's a lot of suspense throughout the game as a result. Then, it hit me.

There are very few aggressive defenses in soccer.

During the U.S.-England game, whenever the ball got in front of the goal, the team on defense would just kick the ball out of bounds. I don't like that. I like defenses that are always trying to get the ball back to the other end of the field, giving their team an opportunity to score.

I know that's not how soccer is played, but I think it would be more interesting to me if defense in soccer was played like, say, defense in hockey. Hockey defenders seem like they're much more aggressive than defenders in many other sports.

Then again, hockey players are also insane. So there's that.

I think of today as a success. I finally decided why I don't like soccer, so I'm not one of those lame-os who just screams about how 'nobody ever scores in soccer, so it's boring!' I hate people like that. Because the NBA games where the final score is 245-189 (that never happened) are the most exciting games ever! Shut up.

With all that being said, I still look forward to the United States' next game. Boiler up!

Oh, and with regards to the title, I know I don't reference Justin Bieber at all (except for this sentence) but Sum 41 once tweeted about how they had "Bieber-fever and the Cyrus-virus" and I just laughed and laughed. I thought it would work, since many people are ill from WORLD CUP FEVER!

Peace out. Holla! Oh, and I'll most likely have a post about religion pretty soon. Stay tuned!

Now playing -- What's My Age Again?, Blink-182 (one of my two or three favorite music videos of all time)

An homage to Ken Griffey, Jr.

For those of you that were caught up in the whole "Armando Galarraga non-perfect game" thing, like everybody, you missed a very important piece of baseball news: the retirement of Ken Griffey, Jr.

Griffey is probably my favorite player to ever play the game. Not only was he good (he had the sweetest swing...ever) but he played with class, and he did it all during a time where everybody was using steroids, except for him.

There was a period of time where everybody that knew baseball thought that he was going to shatter the career home run record. He was young, he was good, and people loved to watch him play.

On top of that, he was one of the best all-around people to play the game. He was a fan favorite wherever he went, mostly because he was so good to the fans and the media. Anyone who watched him could see why people liked him--he always had a smile on his face, even if his team was losing by 15 runs.

Then he decided that he wanted to play for his hometown team, the Reds. His dad had played for the Reds, and he grew up in Cincinnati. However, when he went to Cincinnati, he began being plagued by injuries. He missed 260 out of 486 possible games from 2002-2004, including season ending injuries in all those years.

Griffey just wasn't the same after his time in Cincinnati. He went from a graceful, powerful hitter to a slightly above average hitter.

Basically, my point in all of that is that with all those lost seasons due to injury, and the fact that his swing was majorly affected by all of his lower body injuries, and that he STILL hit 630 home runs, good enough for 5th all time.

Just imagine: a healthy Ken Griffey, Jr. for 22 seasons. I smell 800 home runs. And he would have done it without steroids.

The game lost a great one today. Not only was he a great (and clean) hitter, and probably the second or third greatest center fielder to ever play the game, but he was also one of the greatest people to ever play the game.

Ken Griffey, Jr. deserves a lot more than he is getting. He deserves more than this blog post, he deserves more attention, and he will be a first-ballot hall of famer. If he's not, I'm never watching another baseball game as long as I live.

Goodbye, farewell, and good luck to you, Ken. I really will miss you. You were a big part of my childhood--you got me interested in baseball and sports in general. Without you, my life would be a lot different. Thank you for being as good as you were, and thank you for doing it the right way.

A tribute that I didn't make, but watch it anyway. I recommend muting it though because the song that's playing is sort of lame.

Also: I tried to put pictures on here, but I couldn't figure out how to move them around/re-size them. Help? Thanks!

I'll miss you, Ken Griffey, Jr. Hopefully there cam be more players out there like you.

Perfect game! Oh...

So for those of you that haven't picked up on this, I've been posting like crazy these past couple of days. There isn't really a special reason for this, mostly just because I hadn't posted in like a month until about a week ago. If you're annoyed by this, well, screw you. This is the life of a blogger.

I got onto ESPN.com a while ago, and there was a headline that yet another pitcher was in the process of throwing a perfect game. Armando Galarraga, who pitches for the Detroit Tigers, had gone 8 innings without giving up a hit, and nobody had reached base yet.

Side note: there have been only 20 perfect games in the history of Major League Baseball--two of them have come this year.

Anyway, Galarraga is pitching the game of his life, with some help from the most ridiculous catch I have ever seen.

By the way, anybody that doesn't think being an outfielder is hard (I'm talking to you, Adam Prokai) just watch this catch.

Okay, so Galarraga is one measly out away from perfection; from the best individual accomplishment that a pitcher can receive; and from going straight into the record books. A grounder is hit to the first baseman, Miguel Cabrera. He fields it cleanly, and throws it to the pitcher covering first base. The pitcher steps on the bag, when the runner is about a foot and a half away from the base (which is way farther than it sounds in baseball).

The umpire begins to pump his fist with an "out" call, but he ultimately gives the "safe" signal, breaking the hearts of thousands of people around the country.

My first reaction was to yell "HOW COULD YOU MAKE THAT CALL?!" but my dad, who's always the sensible one (not really) said "Well, he was in position, so he was probably right." (That's not a direct quote). When they show the replay, it is blatantly obvious that the runner was out.

So his perfect game is ruined, and he gets the next batter out with a grounder to the third baseman.

After the game, Galarraga gets interviewed. I figured he'd have hatred in his eyes, and he'd be lusting for blood or something, but he was incredibly gracious, saying that nobody's perfect and everybody makes mistakes. He doesn't blame the umpire for the blown call, and he's just happy to have pitched as well as he did.

The umpire released this statement after the game: "I just cost that kid a perfect game. I thought he beat the throw. I was convinced he beat the throw, until I saw the replay." Also: "It was the biggest call of my career, and I kicked the s--t out of it."

I can't fault the man for that. He realizes that he made a mistake, and I guarantee that nobody feels worse about it than he does.

You know what could really fix this situation? Two things: first, if Bud Selig retroactively gives Galarraga the perfect game. Everybody would rejoice, and Bud Selig would be hailed as a savior. Not really, but everyone would be happy.

Two: GET INSTANT REPLAY! The biggest problem that I've heard with instant replay, from fans, is that it slows the game down too much. Because apparently, they're willing to sit through a 3-hour baseball game, but they can't possibly sit through a 3 hour, 5 minute baseball game. Give me a break.

Another issue I've heard is that it removes the human element from the game. Stupid! I notice how everybody hates football because there's no "human element" to it. Sure, baseball's been around longer, and it's tradition to have the "human element," but it was also tradition to use the Pony Express to deliver mail and we got rid of that nonsense.

The game would be fixed with instant replay. Mistakes could be overturned, and people would lose very little in the process.

Do the right thing(s), Mr. Selig. Give the kid his perfect game, and give Major League Baseball instant replay. Actually, I'm not sure if it's completely Bud Selig's right to expand instant replay, but I'm sure he could do something.

Never let this happen again.

Remorse.

Peace.

Now playing -- No Sleep Till Brooklyn, Beastie Boys (for the record, you have to absolutely crank this song to get the full effect)

Maurice Creek!

Hi.

The Diamondbacks have lost two straight games, 1-0, in extra innings.

The Mets are still mediocre.

Football hasn't started, but my dad told me today that Dennis Dixon is working with the Steelers' number one offense in training camp, which probably means that he'll be starting in the first 4-8 weeks that Ben Roethlisberger is suspended for. I like that, because Dennis Dixon is a boss.

I'm pretty excited for the NBA Finals. Everybody knows who I want to win, if you read my last post, and if you didn't, GO CELTICS.

But all of this is irrelevant. Only one thing matters in my life anymore.

MAURICE CREEK is following me on twitter! So now, my goal is to post videos of me popping treys and dunking on 7 foot tall people on my twitter, so he sees it and I am given a scholarship to IU to play basketball.

(I'm not really going to do that)

But anyway, my favorite college basketball player is following me on twitter, and I think that's really cool. Now, I just need to get Green Day, Hayley Williams, and Barack Obama to follow me, and my life will be complete.

6 days!

Now playing -- Holiday, Green Day

D-Train to the D-backs! And an NBA Finals preview

I just saw on ESPN.com that Dontrelle Willis was traded to the Diamondbacks! I'm not sure whether to be happy about this, or very, very scared. I feel like they're not losing anything (the player they traded had an ERA of about 11.00) and if he returns to form, he's a Cy Young candidate.

Also, if he returns to form, and their other pitchers can too, they'll have one of the best 1-2-3 punches in baseball. I know it's a long shot, but crazier things have happened.

My real concern is that they really need one good bullpen pitcher. I saw on the bottom line today that their bullpen has blown 11 of 21 save opportunities, which is just ridiculous. It's still pretty early, but they've been embarrassing up to this point.

Enough about baseball right now. The NBA Finals are coming up pretty soon, and I just wanted to throw my two cents in.

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CELTICS!!!!!!!!!

That is all. The Lakers could die for all I care. Pau Gasol is ugly and stupid, and Kobe Bryant sucks compared to Danny Granger!

Okay not really, but I really really want the Celtics to win. And if their defense plays like it has been during these playoffs, I can easily see it happening. Especially considering that the Lakers were thrown into a funk by a simple zone defense, which any Student Impact basketball team could beat.

I don't want to make any predictions, for fear that I'll jinx the Celtics, but I will say that these are two very evenly matched teams. It'll be like Hickory vs. South Bend or whoever they played. It'll come down to the last shot in every game! Hopefully the Celtics will sign Gordon Hayward though, and then they'll have no chance of losing.

That's it for now. D-Train for Cy Young!

Now playing -- Brick by Boring Brick, Paramore

Changes and Updates Galore!

What the hell is up, friendz? As you can see, I've made some changes to the blog--added a few things, changed some colors, and added a poll. Now, this poll is for comical purposes only, so don't think I'm trying to raise my self-esteem by putting it up there. It's not like I expect anybody to actually vote, or if you do vote, I'm going to care. I just thought it was funny.

That doesn't change the fact that YOU NEED TO VOTE ON IT. I'm going to try to make this an actually legit blog (don't worry, I won't say legit anymore) but you need to help to make this dream come true.

And posts will hopefully happen a lot now. David's getting a computer again pretty soon (I think) so it won't just be me posting anymore. Thank God.

So, vote away, my people, and tell people to read this blog! I want to be famous one day!

Now playing -- Otherside, Red Hot Chili Peppers

I have a mohawk right now. It's uncool.

There has been a period in my life where I have not been writing anything. This period is known as "last month." I wasn't in newspaper (like I ever wrote anything for that class anyway) and I wasn't updating this bloggish nonsense. However, now that it's summah '010 :) and the livin's easy, blog posts will come quite regularly now. And I would really appreciate it if nobody made jokes about the last 4-5 words of that last sentence.

This post will serve as a reboot as I try to get back into the mood to write again. And considering that I've written and deleted stuff about 15 times in the last 10 minutes, I think I really need some help. Maybe instead of writing, D(onkey) K(ong) and I will work on making our page look a bit more flashy. Any suggestions are welcome, but doubtful to exist.

I'm still very, very dead from my Open House and others, and the fact that it still doesn't feel like summer doesn't help me out at all. Seriously though, does anybody else feel this way? I keep having to remind myself that there's no school tomorrow. weirddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd.

But anyway, as I sit here, trying to come up with a good way to wrap this up, I'm thinking of my warm bed and how wonderful it would feel to lie in it and dream about being a rock star who's dating Hayley Williams. And as I'm thinking of that, I have decided that I'd rather do that than think of a professional way to close out this very professional website. So, goodnight, sleep tight, and don't let the bedbugs bite.

Ooooh, speaking of bedbugs, I saw this really gross show on Animal Planet about bedbugs (I still hate you for not changing the channel, Connor Martin). At one point, a scientist said the following: "Bedbugs have a super weird way of having sex." How scientific!

Peace out, playas.

My Senior Farewell

When I remembered that I had to write this farewell the day after it was supposed to be turned in, I thought to myself: “How on earth am I going to display all the emotions I had during my high school career in one piece of writing?” Then I decided to not do that and to do something else instead.

Sappiness always wins. Especially fake sappiness.

I’m going to miss every single person at this school. Literally. I loved everybody with a burning passion, even those dumb kids that stood in the middle of the hallway during every passing period.

Side note: I played this fun little game that I like to call “run into as many people as possible” when I met these people. You get 50 points per person you hit, and 100 if you knock them over. You should try it, underclassmen.

I’m sure you’ll all miss me too – I mean, I was basically the most popular kid to ever go to this school. Unfortunately, I never won the honor of being a ROCKS boy, but I can find some way to live with that eventually.

I’m going to have a lot of trouble letting go of high school. I’m probably going to be one of those kids that walks around my college campus, wearing my letter jackets and telling anyone who will listen about that time when I led my team to victory against our rival in the big game.

That’s how much I love you guys.

In all seriousness though, high school was interesting. It had its ups, it had its downs, it had its side-to-sides. But through it all, we learned one thing in particular – if graduation is before your final exams are done, somebody is to blame.

But I guess we can deal with that abomination. I mean, we did see a lot of awesome things during our time here in high school.

We saw the election of the first president with the middle name of “Hussein” (I say the middle name only because it’s important).

We saw the beginning of the greatest singer to ever walk the planet, Justin Bieber.

Also, we saw many other not-as-important things.

We had our share of downs as well – Sarah Palin, the Black Eyed Peas, and swine flu to name a few. But no matter what, we always had each other. Except in the case of swine flu – we didn’t have each other at all times, because some people were at home due to their sickness. But for the most part, we had each other.

As I come to the end of this hastily written paper, I’m beginning to realize a few things.

First, I am going to miss high school, and I’m going to miss some of you a lot, but I am very ready for college.

Secondly, I really am going to walk on to IU’s basketball team. It’ll be legendary. You just wait.

Thirdly, I’m the most sarcastic person to ever walk on the planet.

Also, Wikipedia really does have factual information. Teachers should allow the use of Wikipedia for your bibliographies on research papers and whatnot.

With that, I will end this masterpiece. To all my teachers that I learned something from: thank you. To all my friends: thank you for being a friend. To those of you that I will become friends with in the future: we’re going to have a lot of fun together.

Good bye high school, and hello world.

Dallas Braden is just Perfect

The Dallas Braden vs. Alex Rodriguez feud is pretty well-known to those who watch SportsCenter as much as I do. For those of you who don't know, I'll tell you right now.

Gay-Rod, or Small-Rod, whichever you prefer, was running from first to third on a foul ball or something like that. On his way back to first base, he ran across the pitcher's mound, which Braden was still standing on. Braden flipped out on him at the time and after the game. A-Rod had violated one of the unwritten baseball rules.

Gay-Rod made some remarks after that game: "He just told me to get off his mound. That was a little surprising. I've never quite heard that - especially from a guy that has a handful of wins in his career."

Basically, Rodriguez's point was that since he was better than Braden, and that Braden wasn't a proven player, that he was allowed to do whatever he wanted to the lesser player. Even though he had wronged Braden, he felt that since Braden hadn't really done anything, he wasn't allowed to tell him off.

But that all changed today. Dallas Braden just threw a perfect game, something only 18 other people have done in the long history of Major League Baseball. For those non-sports junkies out there, a perfect game is when a pitcher does not allow a single batter to reach base in a given game. So, it's really, really impressive.

Now that Braden has thrown a perfect game, which in my opinion, is better than any single thing A-Rod has ever done has a player; does that mean that he'll admit he was wrong?

I really doubt it. A-Rod's had a history of dickishness. (In other news, "dickishness" is a great word.) In a game a few years back, there was a pop fly hit in the infield and he was running the bases. As he passed the fielder that had lined the ball up and was preparing to catch it, he yelled "Got it!" which caused the fielder to move away from the ball, which led to the ball falling to the ground, uncaught.

So clearly, the "unwritten rules of baseball" don't apply to A-Rod.

Also, the written rules of baseball don't apply to A-Rod. Like, steroid use. Which he did, and nobody really seemed to care. And, during the 2004 ALCS Game 6, when he thought it would be a grand idea to smack the ball out of Bronson Arroyo's glove, while Arroyo was on the Red Sox. He was caught, called out, and the Yankees completed the worst collapse in the history of sports.

That was awesome too.

My point is that A-Rod, along with many other big-name athletes, is an ass, and karma strikes him constantly. And every time it does, I laugh a winner's laugh. Hopefully, after Dallas Braden's dominance of the best team in baseball, the Yankees will have to disband the franchise or something.

Karma is good for other reasons, too. Dallas Braden's mother died of cancer, so it's fitting that something this good can happen to a guy who has suffered something that bad.

So congratulations to Dallas Braden. You deserve it. And for A-Rod? Well, he can suck it.