One time my brother was riding his bike after going fishing and he got a fish-hook stuck in his calf while riding home. I remember going up to the hospital over by the movie theater and I can vividly remember a rustly and wormy hook gouged in his calf. IT WAS SICK!

From My Europe Journals:

2004-09-14 | London, United Kingdom

So far my trip is going well. When I first got in to London I met a guy named Esani. We exchanged information as we were walking back and forth in customs.

Right after I got out of there I met a guy named chad. I said to him "So, the adventure has begun" and this kicked off a load of excitement and conversation. Chad was from California and i have a random pic of him giving me the hang ten on the tube.

We ended up figuring out how to get to our destinations and went up to the booth. Come to find out they only accepted pounds. I was a total dumbass, but I didn't want to get screwed on my exchange rate in the airport. Oh well. Luckily Kurt gave me 10 euros and it worked out great. We got on the train and had small talk and exchanged information.

Once I got out of the tube my heart just dropped being in the city. Black cabbies cruising by, all the cute accents, the beautiful architecture. History . . . Read More..

Several friends and I had a friend who was going to Amsterdam to visit some friends of his, whom he used to live near.

They loved Taco Bell faire, but Amsterdam did not have any Taco Bells, so he wanted to go steal some hot sauce, and purchase a little food before he was to leave, that next day.

We all decided to assist him. We took a break from our studying (we had lived in the dorms at that point, at OU), and went over there. We all went in, and one by one as he was ordering, we all took a handful of hot sauce. He grabbed a handful as well on his way out.

All told, we took a total of nearly 180 packets to give to his friend and his family.

One night while my grandma was in town, my brother and I decide to sneak out and hang out with our gangsta friends all night. This night was a school night and we snuck out while both my grandma and mom were watching TV downstairs. The way in which we snuck out was by jumping out of the two story . . . Read More..

Nothing really interesting happened at this race. I probably ran like crap that day. It was a race against all the local colleges in Detroit.



I remember my summer training vividly though. I did a lot of miles that summer and I remember meeting up at the Running Gear in Rochester and running up this huge dirt hill called Dutton Rd.



About this time I was soo happy I joined Cross at OU because I had soo many good times with all the people and made some great friends. I remember my first day at OU I was sitting down with all my friends and I saw a person from high school that was in the "popular crowd". I remember just laughing inside about how I made some great friends already and now she was standing here looking around for places to eat her lunch.



Another story I remember about this time was our first time trials for OU. I remember how we were supposed to run 5 miles in a race, but Coach marked it off as about a mile too long.



When Billy crossed the 3 mile . . . Read More..