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It'd be excellent if you shut up
Thursday. 8.23.07 1:23 am
There's something about my dad that puts me to sleep, but not in the good way. He has no future in motivational speaking, and no matter how hard he tries to drive a point, the only thing I get is the image of his head spinning through the Twilight Zone barking "blah blah blah." Everything is so repetetive, and he talks to me like I'm completely ignorant. I may be a teenager, but I'm not THAT stupid. My eyelids get heavy, and everytime I blink it gets harder to open them again...

Excitement is not something I experience often, or not something I exude on a regular basis at least, but now....ahh. College. Halfway through the summer I began dreading it, wanting to desperately cling to High School and jump rope, but something's changed, really changed. I reluctantly give my parents some of the credit, who planned the campus tours to begin with. There's still Senior year for me to experience, and I know I'm going to love it, but that feels more like filler compared to the prospect of independence. Now don't get me wrong, I will most likely find myself crying pathetically at the graduation assembly, but it's such a relief to know that I actually care about my life beyond high school.

I have to wake up early so I can work up the nerve to try back handsprings in the yard tomorrow before practice, to keep my coach from devouring my soul. I'm a little apprehensive though, first of all because I have an intense phobia of flying backwards, and also because I haven't been drinking enough so my legs keep cramping up. The muscle in my calf tightens involuntarily, and it takes a few seconds before I can get them to relax. It's not really pain, but whatever IT is it's the worst.

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Toward the future
Tuesday. 8.21.07 1:01 am
I'm finally coming to grips that jump rope isn't going to last forever. It took me a while to really process the facts, to realize that I couldn't afford it, in both time and money...but leaving the sport is inevitable. It's going to be hard. I'm the only senior on the team this year, and every year they do a little recognition gig. But for me it will be "goodbye," and even though it's a year away I can already feel that weight forming in the pit of my stomach. I'm definitely bringing my ropes up to Western, I refuse to gain the Freshman 15.

Why the morbid talk of leaving jump rope behind, and why Western? Well I think I've made a choice. My dad keeps telling me I shouldn't be focused in on a particular school, that I should keep an open mind and apply to at least 5. Well I'll be applying to five but there's only really one that I care for, and that's Western Washington University. It just...fits. Financially, geographically, and personally. I need to get away from this house. It's suffocating, I can't even function like myself while my parents are around. If I went to any other public college besides Western, my parents would make me live at home to reduce $$$. Sucks for them, because there's no way in hell I'm sticking around. So Western isn't the most presigious, most recognized, blah blah blah. That's not what I'm looking for. You can get an education anywhere, it's the experience that really makes it worthwhile...

Since I'm a roll with this college business, I might as well divulge my intended majors. Or something. I don't really know. Psychology and neursocience has been something I've always considered, and recently journalism or something in the creative writing field have surfaced in my interests as well....though I don't really see either course of study having a very bright career outlook.

Mostly college stuff, scholarships, and jump rope lately. Registration is tomorrow...bleh. It reminds me of the impending doom that is school. On the bright side I might go see SUPERBAD yessss very exciting. Peace out, Nutang.

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OH. And I almost forgot to mention. I saw a bit of High School Musical 2, and I had the distinct sensation of numerous Mickey Mouse-headed crows pecking viciously at my eyes. And ears, especially when it came to Vanessa Hudgeons. How do you even spell her name? It's not important. As usual, Disney is really milking this cash cow, airing all these "specials," and "chats," and other miscellaneous programs of stupidity and pseudo-jolly laughs. Sometimes I think I watch these things just so I can be mad.

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Stuff
Thursday. 8.16.07 10:47 am
I haven't been sore in a while. This is infuriating, I was hoping to be sore-free for the rest of my life. It's probably because I finally tried f*cking backflips on the lawn, it was about time...I spent much too long psyching myself out. And it wasn't even that bad. Sure, they need much work, but at least I have somewhat conquered my dire fear of flying backwards through the air with my head pointed toward the ground.

Aerial, plus sister and dog.


This annoying cough has nagged me for about two weeks now...probably because I don't drink enough, even for person who isn't sick. To occupy my ailing self I went on another downloading splurge. The internet is excellent for free music, and everything else. I've discovered I like Cake a lot, not just the food but the band too. They're just different from the music I've gotten bored of. I'm amused for now.

I'm bored. I need to go on the PC to download an anime my friend has been bothering me to watch. I should probably prepare to dodge flaming knives from Randy.

I seem to be blathering, and that's a signal for me to leave. Much has happened, much needs to happen, but I'm much too tired to go into detail. Good day.

EDIT
Hopefully the new picture will be more acceptable, and no she was not sitting in her underpants -_-

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Do not try to bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead, try to realize the truth. There is no spoon. Then you will see that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.
The world is not enough
Friday. 8.10.07 12:20 am
Be it extremely emotional, controversial, messed up, or whatever, this entry has been password protected.

If you know it, enter it; or, ask me for it.

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Do not try to bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead, try to realize the truth. There is no spoon. Then you will see that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.
Additional blabber
Friday. 8.3.07 2:42 pm
I've exceeded $17. Excellent.

I've been absent from good 'ol Nutang for the past few days because of jump rope. Everything in life seems to be jump rope these days, it is, after all, the only thing I have going for me. I spent 2 nights in Kirkland with the assistant coach and her family...it was flabbergastingly convenient since they live bout 30 seconds away from the school. That's 1/120th of the commute I usually have to make. Another kid on the team came up with me. There was a problem though...he's only 13, the daughter of the coach is 12, and her sister is...9? So essentially I spent much of my time babysitting, which included walking them do McDonald's and renting movies. It wasn't all terrible, though, because we watched The Ring at midnight in an RV parked outside the house. They handled it really well, though the sisters had to sleep together that night, and one of them was armed with an aluminum baseball bat haha.

My new Worlds team is going...well. Too well. I'm afraid it might be another one of those "too good to be true" cases, but at this point I'm content thinking that we are going to kick some ass. I finally get to have a big part in the strength sequence, and we almost have the entire double dutch freestyle down after two practices. Knock on wood, it better not get jinxed this time, damnit.

If you couldn't tell I'm just rattling off thoughts as they come to mind...I'm not exactly in the bloggish mood I just haven't been around in a while and I figured it was best to update so I wouldn't get any angry letters upon my return (since I tend to take very long breaks). I don't have much else to say except I told you so...the Bratz movie got 1 star, and the Seattle Times reiterated pretty much everything that I predicted in my previous post. They should hire me.

Peace.

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Do not try to bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead, try to realize the truth. There is no spoon. Then you will see that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.
The world has ended
Sunday. 7.29.07 11:33 pm
Another rant. Because this movie deserves it.

Now proceed to cut yourself.


The trailer opens with the clarifying social groups and determining inferiority. Jesus, the name of the movie is "Bratz," you'd think that'd be enough of a clue. Sorry to disappoint, but only Transformers could pull off a jump to the silver screen. They were action figures. Dolls don't cut it. Barbie tried and only made it to DVD, I don't know how Bratz succeeded. Regardless, I'm bracing myself for a movie more mindless than Snakes on a Plane and even more ridiculous than Jump-In, which, by the way, I got on my birthday from some friends who I'm currently plotting to assassinate. Long story short: the retards trying to capitalize on this brainless franchise will surely fail because there is only one demographic that could possibly watch this movie, and hopefully parents eveywhere will realize the intense stupidity of Bratz and restrict their children from coming within a mile of a movie theater. Unless they're going to see Transformers.

Ok I'm done.

I have 911 PPS.

The only things I've really had time for lately are jump rope and building fences, both of which leave exhuasted by the day's end. Speaking of jump rope, I have a funny story, and by funny story I mean not. Pull up a chair and make some hot coco because this might be a while. Here's the rundown:

When you compete at Worlds, you do it with a group of four or five. My group was the best. Top notch, elite, spiffy, etc. Screw modesty, we were going to be the lead team on Hot Dog USA and had a chance winning Worlds. There was another group, also very talented, who recently lost their fourth jumper, meaning they were one short. By this time, I had been practicing pairs with Stephanie for over four weeks. Things had been going surprisingly smooth, we just seemed to click...but alas it was too good to be true. My coach ended pulling Stephanie from my group. This throws everything off. That's an understatement, it means my group will have to work three times as hard to even recover from losing Steph, let alone getting better. In speed relay, Steph will be replaced by someone incredibly slower. In four person freestyle, Steph will be replaced by someone less skilled. In double dutch speed, Steph will be replaced by me, who has never done this event competitively before. And trials is in January. I don't want to be selfish...I know that the other group would not have been able to do Worlds if Steph hadn't been put on their team. But jesus. We have so much to compensate for.

End of unecessarily long explanation of why my Worlds team now sucks.

I guess I should be more optimistic, or at least pretend to be. But my nature tells me to think realistically. We are f*cked.

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Afro Ninja
Monday. 7.24.07 11:01 pm
Feast your eyes.



'Nuff said.

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I feel...different...
Sunday. 7.22.07 10:56 am
I feel...17

Actually I feel completely normal, whatever normal is. Also, I have not receieved any presents, so snap to it you guys. Although, Randy, I don't want any gadgets from you, as they might secretly be your Decepticon minions waiting for that moment where my back is turned to transform and shank me. Or something.

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Do not try to bend the spoon. That's impossible. Instead, try to realize the truth. There is no spoon. Then you will see that it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.
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