A while back, I was playing Call of Duty 2 online with some friends. It was Jenni, Killer7, and I all just talking and playing. At one point Killer7 told me of a a trick he played on a noob.

So, he was online playing COD2 when this one person joins. Of coarse it was one of the people that have to check if their microphone works every time they join a game. He the noob asks "Can you guys hear me?"

Killer7, just being himself, says "No we cant." After that there was a small pause followed by the noob asking "How about now?"

This continued on for about half and hour until the noob finally figured out that they had to hear him to answer the way he was. When I first heard this story and could do nothing but laugh for about 5 minutes.

Not to long after that, Jenni and Killer7 left. But I had an awesome game without them! 107 score and 47 deaths! I was the best one there.

For my new years resolution in 2006, I told myself that I would run a marathon.  But telling yourself is one thing and doing is another.  But I trained and trained some decent miles all throughout the spring and summer, but my uncle Kirt was the true inspiration for me seriously considering it.

He is a newer runner than I but he has the passion for running that I have missed.  I havent had great passion since I quit college cross country my junior year.

Anyway, he kept up with me and my training and we both signed up for the Detroit Marathon.

On the night before the race I had to go to a wedding and I didnt get much sleep.  When we arrived in downtown detroit at 4:30 AM, we both took had a BM but were extremely nervous for our first marathon.  I had something happened in the toilet that really pissed me off.  I pretty much sprayed on myself and my shorts because it was so dark if you know what I mean.  It sucked and pissed me off... . . . Read More..

One time Bill and I just were getting drunk at my old house in Waterford and he decides he wanted to "sleep/drunk walk" into the bathroom and just pass out on the floor in there.

Only to find my dad getting ready in the morning.  I felt embarrassed for him, but he is the funny dude that walsed in there.

In my 2nd season of division one Cross Country running at Oakland University, coach Paul Rice took us to a camp for a hard week of training.

Here are some of the things I remember from that week of pain:

• We had a talent contest where everyone had to display a talent
• I decided that I wanted to use my DJing skills and played a famous piano concerto behind a piano as I goofed off like I was playing it for real
• I cant remember everyones skills, but we started indoors and ended up taking it outside where people got up on this stage.  Billy any help here?
• When we first got there we did a long run into the woods and overlooking this bluff was one of the most beautiful swamps/lakes I have ever seen in my life.  I was in awe.
• We did a cool workout where we all raced as a team kind of like the great lakes relay
• Some people went skinny dipping I think.  Not sure
• I was DJ Willuz all week, cause I brought my portable MP3 player and some computer speakers that I returned at Meijers later.
• Kevin D. and I had lots of talks about how the team was always dicks to him.  He and I always confided in each other because other people werent always the nicest people to both of us.  Especially to him.
• On the last day we did a hill workout running up and down the sand dunes.  It was soo difficult and challenging.  And in the end people jumped into the lake.  (Some people jumped in completely naked too)
  

Next to band camp, this was the most fun I had in a camp in such a long time.  I got into ultimate shape and it was the best thing for that season because I ran a 27:50 8K!

One day a rock show came to our school. I was really into rocks at the time. I liked the ones with crystals in them and stuff. I really didn't learn anything though because I couldn't tell you the name of a single rock. At any rate, the rocks were on tables and you walked around and looked at them. Each rock had a sticker on it with a number so you could identify what it was. The show was in the gymnasium.

Well, for some reason I got the idea in my head that I wanted to steal a rock. I saw a nice, shiny small one and no one was looking so I pocketed it. At first I thought I was pretty clever and I went home and admired my newly acquired treasure. Eventually though guilt got the best of me. I started fearing that the people who put on the rock show would notice that a rock was missing and they would come back to the school and look for it. I feared that they might go to the students' homes and search for the rock. So I went in my backyard with the rock in hand and . . . Read More..