LSU vs Mississippi State

(51 - 0 Win)

If the Tigers and Bulldogs were doing time together at Angola State Penitenary, Mississippi State would be looking over its shoulder every day in the shower.


Death Valley was more like Sleepyville... thanks to an 11:30 am kickoff.

I've been working on this post for several days... and I'm finding that I just can't seem to pull things together. There is such a lack of material because there was a lack of activity except on the field. Am I having writers block or were things really that boring. I'm gonna go for door number two... it was insanely dull. Thank you Jefferson Pilot Sports for turning a tradition into a snooze-fest. I had to seek refuge from the scorching sunlight by passing up my ritual spot at Gate 18 in favor of a shaded spot under the scoreboard. To quote the Mole King from the classic television series "The Tick"... "AGHHH!!! the light... its too bright for my highly underdeveloped subterranean eyes!!!."

Anyways, I managed to get my grubby little paws on an extra student ticket which was I was supposed to give to my friend, Lacey, but the girl that was supposed to come in and take her place at work decided that she didn't want to come in. So Lacey was stuck there and I was stuck with a ticket that I couldn't get rid of, even for free. I went through my phone list and called in excess of 15 people and still no takers... that wasn't the only thing to go wrong though. It was apparently the "gold" game and of course I was uninformed and wore a white shirt *shrugs* oh well.

Now where was I *ponders* oh yeah... the game... it was 60 minutes of domination on both offense and defense. I'm glad to see the Tigers bounce back from the loss last week and hopefully they got a boost for next weeks away game at *dramatic music* Georgia. Start prayin to God right now... we're gonna need it.


It's always nice when even your defense is scoring touchdowns.

Announced at halftime, the TAF has finally raised, through private donations, the money for Mike the Tigers' new habitat... a mere 2.5 million dollars.... that's right... 2.5 MILLION DOLLARS!!! Now... I'm not objecting to Mike the Tiger getting a new place to live... his current home is indeed a little small and uncomfortable looking. I'm just saying... where's my 2.5 million dollar home... I want a 2.5 million dollar home. I'll even go so far as to downgrade that to a 200,000 dollar home at this point... just so long as it has a marble chinese staircase.


Mike the Tiger getting pulled around like the king he is.

Well... I don't have an official Drunken Moron of the Game... I guess 11:30 was just too early for anyone to get a buzz... instead I shall tell you about the people who annoyed me without trying to.

The guy sitting in the lower west side of the stadium. Your lemon yellow shirt annoyed the crap outta me. In the ocean of yellow gold shirts you stuck out like a soar thumb. Was it a combination of the fact that the Saturday morning light illuminated you brilliantly, that you failed to match everyone else, and that you were obviously on the larger side of things, if ya know what I mean, that made me stare at you throughout the first half? I was oh-so-glad you left early... cause you were grating on my nerves even though you were a speck in the crowd... a bright lemon yellow one


This guy was a dancin fool.
Awww come on girls... its a football game not a debutante ball.

I don't know who had the bright idea to start a tradition of dressing for a football game like you're going to a Sunday morning service or funeral... oh wait... nevermind... the Greeks... that explains it all. That is quite possibly, the most useless tradition in the realm of football (well, the Greeks are the most useless fans in the realm of football so that does make SOME sense) BUT it does give me something to rant about.

My suggestions include but are not limited to the following: Leave the Wilma Flinstone bowling ball sized pearls at home and if you absolutely MUST wear a band-aid of a dress PLEASE remember that when you bend over... ummm yeah. Finally, if you don't want to get embarrassed when you bust your butt walking up the bleachers... don't wear heels. In conclusion, "Try not to let your mind wander... it is too small and fragile to be out by itself."

Cheerfulness As Promised

Okay so yesterday I was feeling like a stink bug or something... but that was yesterday. Why the sudden change in attitude? Well a few glasses of wine and a nice big lobster always tends to cheer someone up. Weeeeelll, the lobster cheered me up... the wine just made me sleepy. Anyways, I had a nice evening last night... I was snuggly and content.

It's only 11 am and I've already had a few "incidents" although the first thing didn't happen to me but I got a good laugh. This poor guy got bonked on the head because he walked underneath one of those things that go up and down to let cars in and out of parking lots. He never saw it coming and I was the only other person around so after I finished giggling I made sure he was okay. I don't think those things are too powerful.

As I sit here writing this, I have to mention the unintentional footsie session I had in my Hisotry of the New Testament Class this morning. I have the habbit of swinging or twitching my feet because often times they don't reach the floor. So for about 15 minutes I was tapping on and rubbing against what I thought was a metal pole to which my chair was attached to. I was wearing my lavendar flip flops, so it wasn't until one of my toes touched the familiar texture of human leg hair that I realized that it wasn't a metal pole at all... but the guy next to me. When I realized it, I started apologizing but he just looked at me and smiled. I'm sure I was pink because I was embarrassed. My question is... why didn't he say... "hey ummmm that's my leg."

Steven Lewis... I have class at 10:30... but its not your fault I forgot to put my phone on silent... the entire class got a rousing rendition of the NFL on Fox song... speaking of which... drives me insane when I'm watching football on Sunday. Every other second I'm jumping up to get my cell phone because I think its ringing... but nooooo its just the TV.

The Cat Came Back

... the very next day. The cat came back, we thought he was a goner...

I think this is the first time that I've ever heard of a hurricane being reborn and by reborn I don't mean that it was saved and became a Christian *glory hallelujah*... but that's right... Baton Rouge and soon to be parts of Texas is getting its share of tropical storm Ivan that destroyed parts of Florida and Alabama a week ago. Louisiana is known for its unpredictable weather, as the saying goes, if you don't like the weather now stick around for another 15 minutes and it will be completely different.

Either the drizzly rain or the gloomy skies are responsible for my pessimistic attitude, or I just work up on the "I'm seriously grumpy" side of the bed... but I have been horribly moody all day. I've decided that I hate the outdoors, I hate watercolors, and I hate having to paint outdoors with watercolors. I also hate ants, don't give me none of that "but all of God's creatures are special" crap. I think that I could have done without spiders and cockroaches and ants getting on that ark. Add rednecks, country music (sorry my country music loving friends), NASCAR and anything else to the list that could be considered remotely hick-ish to that list and the world would have been a better place.

Sorry for my demeanor... I promise to be happier tomorrow. I'll go drink some hot chocolate and that will make it allllll better.

Evilness Happens

Its only been 6 days since I was nearly run over in a crosswalk on campus. (Read the account of the first attempt on my life) I'm beginning to think that someone has it out for me because this morning another attempt was made. I was again nearly run over in the crosswalk but this time I was a little more prepared. I had put some thought into an evil plan in case there was such a reoccurance of that event and although it seemed a little harsh of a reaction... this girl deserved it.

I was on the way to my second class of the day, enjoying the weather and the relief one gets after spending the better part of the morning cramming for an exam. There was barely 5 feet seperation between myself and the person preceeding me and this chick made a consious decision to stomp on her gas to jet through so that she wouldn't have to wait until after I had made it through the crosswalk.

So the sound of me yelling "Hey Crackwhore, I'm in the f**king crosswalk!" drowned out the sound of my rather heavy duty silver ring scraping down the side of her nice pretty black car as she flew by.

Americas Love Affair With Smut

I'm getting ready to leave for class this morning, to take my first exam (which I just aced thank you very much) and I turn on the TV to get the headlines. Instead I'm greeted with the Jerry Springer show. I know every single one of you have watched this at one point in time... probably religiously... but to my surprise I hear the announcer's voice exclaiming "Just voted the worst television show in the history of television and into its 12th season...". Now, isn't that interesting.


The King of Smut

I'm pondering how a show that is acclaimed to be the worst show in television history actually makes it to the 12th season. Even more boggling is how they've managed to accumulate enough white (and other various colors) trash to provide entertainment (if you want to call it that) every weekday for 12 years. I guess if you go on the theology that every house on wheels (aka. trailer) houses some sort of sick situation, then just Louisiana alone could provide enough material for that long. But then we throw in the factor of... what kind of brainless individual would proudly display their obvious low standards of living? How many people out there are willing to show that they are the products of inbreeding and ignorance?


The classic: Whatever! *hand in face* stance

Apparently, more than one would wish. These are probably the same people, who fail to obey the standard traffic law of "Do not pull out onto the road unless you have time to match the speed of the traffic in which you are entering." You know the kind, they apparently think their '75 multi-colored Pinto is capable of doing such. GOD THAT IS SO FREAKING AGGRAVATING!!! (that and people who don't use their turn signals and I'm gonna include the moron that started backing up on me in the parking lot this morning with his big ole truck... USE YOUR FREAKING REARVIEW MIRROR AND SEE THE RED CAR BEHIND YOU!)

Anyways, back to my point. America's love affair with smut goes as far back as the "romance" novels you still see while waiting to pay for your gas and that impulse purchase of Resees Peanut Buttercups. Who wouldn't look at a picture of some young hot hunk with a rather... *ahem* endowed lower region... and want to read what he did with it? Well besides all non-gay men, likewise I don't include myself in that group when I can easily get the real thing if I wanted to. Moving on, America continues to be fascinated by the most minute details of our favorite stars lives... (OMG -->insert latest teen idol here<-- just sneezed... I wish I could sneeze like that!!! Maybe if I get the pillowcases with pictures of -->insert latest teen idol<-- and the bedspread and the watch and the... oh shut up and get a life).


Am I the only one that notices that there's always a white horse
involved in these senarios? I find that disturbing.

Similarly, as long as there are people that willing to tell the nation that they slept with their wife's sister, mother, and daughter... all of which resulted in the births of three-eyed children... America is willing to watch. I know that's because it somehow enriches our lives on a daily basis... or just makes us feel better about our own lives... or simply makes you appreciate the fact that you have all your teeth intact. I'm sure some are simply captivated by the fact that there are people out there that think there's nothing wrong with having over 60 sexual partners (some of which, I highly doubt they could find 60 horny dogs that would do them, muchless... other people)... but whatever your reason is... it better be a good one. Not one of those, "well I couldn't find the remote" excuses either... TV's still come with buttons attached to the front.


"Back off hoe, that's MY cousin... ummm man... I had his three-eyed baby!"
You lucky girl you... ya picked a real winner... and staying in the family at the same time.

Just remember, everytime you hear the audience chant "Jerry, Jerry, Jerry!" you loose on average 45 billion brain cells.

Thwarted by... ummm yeah

Last night attempts to take over the world
were unsuccessful... I was distracted.

LSU vs Auburn

(9 - 10 Loss)

"Let the Valley Shake!" but not this year. In a rivalry that has both an earthquake and a fire in its past*, LSU and Auburn played smashmouth football, battling it out to see which team of Tigers would come out on top. In the end the game was decided because Auburn had the luxury of a team of seniors where LSU had freshmen.

At LSU, they will remember this game for tripping over a new page in the NCAA rulebook. A yellow flag lay on the grass and Auburn took advantage of it. That's not the only reason that LSU lost, but it is surely among the strangest reasons that any defending national champion ever got beat.

The LSU Tigers came off the field defeated and in disbelief, the roar of the biggest crowd in Auburn history raining down upon them. I sat in my chair staring at the TV, quiet and with a lump in my throat. I know that it will only be a matter of time before LSU will be back at the top.

That is the beauty behind college football and something that the NFL will never have. On the collegiate field, every year brings a new team with new challenges and obstacles. There are no salary caps, signing bonuses, or any other indulgences. Collegiate players play for pride, win or loose.

* In 1988, the roar of the crowd in Death Valley, because of LSU's last minute victory, set off Geiger counters registering as an earthquake. In 1996, after LSU's victory at Jordan-Hare Stadium, flames consumed a campus building.

Now since this was an away game, I will have to put up some random pictures from around campus.

Memorial Tower


Dodson Hall Fountain (In the Quad)


Memorial Plaza


The Quad


Memorial Tower at Night


Memorial Tower at Night


Now on to the rest of the evenings events. Went downtown to Swampmamma's to hear some comedians. I didn't enjoy the comedy as much as I did the insanely wonderful blues music that followed. We were just relaxing and conversing about life... cause that's what you do in a place like Swampmamma's.

Unfortunately, I had to leave after a few songs. So thus begins the story of the Drunken Moron (traditionally this would be Drunken Moron of the Game... but like I said... it was an away game). Our first impression of the trio that entered Swampmammas, was that there was something shady going on. Well, what would YOU think when you see a nice looking woman with two older men hmmm?!? Yeah, that's right... escort service. So, they came in and sat at the bar a few feet away from the couches we were sitting on and the inevitable happens... one of the men spots me. All I can think is... dear God... I want to be invisible.

Alas, becoming transparent isn't one of my special little talents... so this man starts to ask me to dance with him and I'm like... ummmm no and of course my friends do nothing to shield me from the unwanted attention. So I get pulled off the couch to shake my booty, which I know and now everyone else knows, I am not good at. That lasted about 30 seconds, the woman saw the look of terror in my eyes and stepped inbetween the man and myself, allowing me to quickly escape back to the refuge of the couch.

So that was interesting. It also turns out we were wrong about the whole escort thing. The overly intoxicated dancing man became attatched to the couple at another establishment and had been following them around all evening. They were seemingly too polite to tell the man to get lost. I, on the other hand, was not afraid of obviously running away.

*shudders* creepy old men

Anyways, left Swampmamma's and went to NorthGate Tavern to hear Lucid Soule (shameless plug time)
www.lucidsoule.com
It was a good show as usual... Lucid is always impressive to me for some reason. Anyways, that ended so I exited the scene and finally crawled into my bed shortly past 2 am...

How I Survived Hurricane Ivan

What do you do when you have two days off of school and work and a huge and powerful storm is in the Gulf of Mexico headed straight for you? Go to Wal-Mart. The Cult of Sam's Choice beckoned to me to make a pilgrimage to indulge in rows and rows of low-priced pieces of crap.

The aisles that are normally well stocked with batteries, bread, water, flashlights, candles, and tape are desolate and bare. I; however, am not concerned as are the rest of the residents of south Louisiana with such things... I came for real survival supplies. I'm talking about the good stuff... a bag of doritos, some oreos and milk, and 3-ring binders... lots and lots of 3-ring binders. You never know when you may need a 3-ring binder. Such things are essential in times of doom and mass destruction.

I made a ritual stop in the frozen food section to select my pet lobster. I picked the one with the big pretty claws cause he was sitting on top of all the other ones. One day I will save Pinchy from his overcrowded acrylic cage and give him a nice HOT bath... and a good home... right next to some dipping sauce.

Oh and don't forget the impulse purchases that tempted me as I checked-out with my survival necessities, such as the boob bra-inserts (*rolls eyes* oh yeah like I REALLY need those) or that nifty plastic laser sword (Batteries not included and good luck finding any).


So all that hard preperation, mass chaos, and panic... and we didn't get a single drop of rain... or enough wind to blow that $10 kite of mine... *sigh*

Porn

The following was written to the editor of LSU's campus newspaper, The Reveille

There is an industry whos reveue exceeds that of all professional football, baseball, and basketball franchises combined. Some say poronography is destroying the moral fabric of our society. Others say it is an expression of the right to free speech. My intention in writing this letter is to give hope to the many LSU students who are struggling and confused or even unaware about the allure and dissapointment that pornography brings.

We are all made in the image of God and our sexuality is an essential part of this image we bare. It is fundamental to the way God created the world and intends it to function. Sex is not something that Jesus Christ frowns upon or scorns as impure. It is His creation and meant for the delight of a man and woman in a marriage relationship. There is great wonder and mystery found in a relationship between a man and woman that is built on love, faithfulness, honor and respect.

In contrast the pornography industry makes a living off the exploitation of women and the entrapment of men who will pour immeasurable amounts of time and money succumbing to their product. Pornography peddles the lie that women are less than human, pawns to be conquered and used. They are "pets" and "bunnies", displayed like merchandise in a catalogue.

These images teach men to be weak, stealing their courage from pursuing the adventure of knowing a real woman.

It's true. Sex does sell. But the bitter pill that it sells twists and mars the very fabric of a person's sexuality. Pornography is supposed to bring a little more fire into your life. They never tell you that the fire ends up burning down the whole house.

~Jason Jennings, Campus Minister for Campus Crudsade for Christ

And It's Only 9:30am

Sooooo *twiddles thumbs* I caused a car accident this morning... let me explain. I was walking from my car and the commuter parking lot to go to my 9 o'clock class when I started across the street in a pedestrian crosswalk. This lady comes barreling through and she should have known better than to speed through this particular area of campus especially since there are always plenty of students walking through. I was in the crosswalk already and she had to slam on her brakes to keep from hitting me. By that point I had already stopped and started backwards, sure that she wasn't going to stop at all. Another car, waiting to turn in the other lane apparently thought that she wasn't going to stop either and started to turn when she had almost passed them but by that point was slamming on her brakes to keep from hitting me. So the turning car clipped her tail end... and what did I do... ummmmmm kept on walking... I had to get to class lol

To be honest its not the first time that the fact that I was walking down the street has caused someone to wreck but its not my fault if the man couldn't keep his eyes on the road haha that's what he gets for oogaling.

Anyways, I get to class and its cancelled so now I get to sit around for 3 hours waiting for the next class at noon. Oh well... at least I got a free pop-tart.

So, the moral of the story is, when you think you're day is going bad at least you weren't one of the two guys who died from asphyxiation and drowning in cow manure.

LSU vs Arkansas State

(53 - 3 Win)
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The American Flag flying over Tiger Stadium (North Endzone)

This day, the anniversary of the September 11th of 2001 attacks in NYC, was marked by tributes, patriotism, and pride all over the country. The scene inside Tiger Stadium was no different. We remember always those who died, those who gave their lives, and those who continue to sacrifice and serve our country to maintain the freedom we enjoy.


Tiger fans show their patriotism

I'm going to give today's game the title of "Who's playing QB Now?" The question of who would be staring as quarterback was answered with another question "hey... why not play all three?" That's right... even our third string QB got to strut his stuff... which is great... both Russell and Flynn will mature into real leaders. With respect to Randall, he finally got his head on straight as well. I'm proud of ya Marcus.

(On a side note: One thing that I've had to realize is that all these guys are my peers and I shouldn't criticize them like I have been doing. They have to balance a life, school, some even have jobs just like me, AND being a football player on top of that I'm sure can be quite a challenge. Life is too short to boo our quarterback and if we lose a game or two, I'm sure it won't be the end of the world. If we loose three, now that's a different story.)


The north endzone scoreboard at the end of the 4th

Anyways, moving on... the Tigers scored on every possession of the first half. I'm not saying that the Tigers played all that well although the defending BCS champs showed no sign of the struggle that left them scrambling to beat Oregon State in overtime in their opener; however, it was the fact that we were playing a weak opponent that made LSU look like champs again. Saban was able to go to the bench for players that typically wouldn't have seen game time which is always a positive thing.

One thing that impresses me about the coaching of Nick Saban is that he never stops coaching and likewise, the players never stop playing. He is a constant reminder to the Tigers that they have to play the ENTIRE 60 minutes regardless of how much they are ahead. All that and an insane amount of humility regarding himself... not at all like Mr. Gerry DiNardo that money-grubber.


Justin Vincent (#25) scores the first touchdown
in the first minute of the game.

The unusual thing about this particular opponent was... there were absoluetly NO Indian fans there supporting their team... I mean a few red shirts here and there but no real support. I really felt bad for them. It is incredibly hard playing in a stadium that is accredited as "Death Valley". In fact, the most red shirts I saw were LSU fans that... *Speaking into the megaphone* uhhhh did you not check the schedule to know that the Indians wear red... goobers


There's nothing like sitting in the student section
where complete strangers become best friends for a few hours.

So lets start todays edition of... Drunk Moron on the Game... with a little story on how much not to drink if you don't want to annoy anyone. As usual, I entered the stadium about 2 hours early to ensure my traditional seat by Gate 18 in the student section. As the section began to get full, I kept on getting squished against the wall more and more. I was okay with that; however, once the buddy of the guy standing next to me arrived... my tolerance level plumeted. He turned around and informed me that he had been drinking straight through since 9 am. Really now... is there any legitimate reason to feel the need to be plastered before breakfast? I laughed at how glazed over he appeared until he kept on stepping on my sandle clad feet... my little toes were hurting. Quickly looking for a way to escape the godzilla breath frat boy I peered up to see some empty seats a few rows above me... I wasn't the only one... the girls behind me were looking for a way out as well. Which leads me to a more positive point... I'm not the only one that goes to the game to ACTUALLY watch the game... and that is inspiring. So here's my tribute to the several couples I enjoyed celebrating with and saved my seat while I left to go get some nachos and my Dr. Pepper at half time... I enjoyed shaking my pom pom next to ya even though you did have to give up your nice comfy 5 yard line seat for the sake of your man's need of continuing a tradition.

Gameday T-shirts I liked or liked to make fun of.

Liked the first two... advice to the third guy... you probably shouldn't announce that you are legal especially on your back unless you're gay.

I so wish I had gotten a picture of the giant purple and yellow poodles that had gotten a "special" haircut. They each had "Geaux" carved into their fur on one side, and "Tigers" on the other side. Oh well, maybe I will spot them next time.

To go to my flickr.com account to see more pictures posted from todays game, click on any image above.

My Big Brother

Timothy, 24

My brother moved to New Jersy officially today. He's been living there with his girlfriend for about two months. He went on there on vacation for a week and just didn't get on the plane to come home... its a crazy story. They both flew down on Friday morning to begin getting all his stuff together that he left here in the first place. My family met her for the first time and I have to say... I really liked her and I'm glad my brother found someone so sweet... even though it meant that he had to move so far away. Nonetheless, he is happy and apparently doing very well there.



This is a picture of my brother and me from this morning. I know I look severly hungover but it was just super early in the morning and I had a full day of tailgating and a late night at Tiger Stadium the day before. Check this out... look at his hand on my shoulder and look at my head.. .don't they look to be about the same size :)



Another picture of my brother... but more importantly... there's my car in the background hahaha... just kidding Timothy... but isn't it so pretty and red lol



Aghhhh... one last prank before you go... I couldn't resist. At least I didn't write "Just Married". I didn't think that one would have gone over too well lol I'm gonna miss the boogerhead.

5 Reasons Sex is Good For You!

By Laura Snyder

Better sleep. A sexier physique. Stronger immunity. Sound like the effects of the latest wonder drug? Nope, it's just the many physical benefits of having a satisfying sexual relationship.

And all this time you were just making love because it was fun! If you're looking for more reasons to get romantic, consider the following:

1. You're getting a good workout. Would you rather run 75 miles or have sex three times a week for one year? While both burn the same number of calories (about 7,500), one is decidedly more pleasurable than the other. Regular sex - which burns approximately 150 calories in a half-hour -- is regular exercise. You'll have all the same benefits of spending that time in the gym, including improved circulation, lower cholesterol and the release of feel-good endorphins.

2. You won't get sick. According to research by Dr. Carl Charnetski, professor of psychology at Wilkes University in Wilkes-Barre, Pa, people who reported one or two sexual episodes per week enjoyed higher levels of Immunoglobin A, the antibody that helps fend of illness.

3. You'll feel happier. In addition to the obvious boost in satisfaction, feeling secure in your relationship leads to a greater sense of well-being. Women in particular may see even more benefits. Researchers at the State University of New York at Albany found that women who regularly came into contact with semen were significantly less depressed than those who didn't get a dose of those potent sex hormones and naturally occurring opiates.

4. You'll reduce stress. People who get it on regularly report that they handle stress better. The release of climax will get even the most anxious lover totally relaxed, and you know you'll sleep better.

5. You'll live longer (and look younger!). A British study of 1,000 men found that those who had at least two orgasms per week had half the death rate of those who indulged less than once a month. Sex can make you look younger, too, according to neuropsychologist David Weeks, who found that men and women who reported having sex an average of four times per week looked approximately 10 years younger than they really were.

Copyright 2002 Fun Online Corporation

I Used to Miss Him... But My Aim is Improving

After your last -- or worst -- breakup, did you fixate insanely on hatching revenge plots? Dead carp in his car, a vicious virus on his laptop, an e-mail to his mom telling her...everything?!

If so, you're actually not insane -- and you're not alone, according to Alison James. "Either we're all crazy, or we're sane and guys just call us crazy," says James, whose book sets out to prove the latter. When women obsess over elaborate revenge scenarios against an ex, she says, "they feel bad not only because they're going through a breakup, but also because they feel like they're losing their minds." Being told the desire for revenge is normal, she says, is a first step toward feeling normal.

Where does the itch to avenge come from? When should we -- or shouldn't we -- act on it?

The desire for revenge can be the perfectly natural spawn of rage and hurt, according to Carl Hindy, PhD, a clinical psychologist in Nashua, New Hampshire and author of If This Is Love, Why Do I Feel So Insecure? (Fawcett, 1990). "If you didn't have those feelings after a breakup, you'd question whether you had an attachment to the person at all," he says.

So perhaps you can understand why Tania, after finding her ex in bed with someone else, plastered his car with about 1,000 Post-its saying "YOU LIE." "Turned out it was the other woman's car -- he'd been picking me up in it all along," says the 35-year-old from Somerville, Massachusetts, adding, "That's not so much revenge as telling that woman to take him -- who wants him?"

Revenge also springs from our innate sense of justice, poetic or otherwise. "We would like to see destiny get around to punishing all our enemies. We feel that if our guardian angel were really doing her job, a safe would fall on his head. But since that's not working out, perhaps we need to e-mail embarrassing pictures of him to his new girlfriend," says Regina Barreca, PhD, author of Sweet Revenge: The Wicked Delights of Getting Even (Berkeley, 1997). Barreca notes that we start rooting for revenge in childhood, when we read about Peter Rabbit avenging his father's death at the hands of Farmer McGregor.

However, there's a difference between wanting -- even plotting -- revenge, and actually exacting it. While it's natural to want revenge, it can be risky to carry it out.

Here's the main problem: When you carry out -- or even just dwell on -- revenge, "you're stirring up the ashes of your own hurt and resentment," says Dr. Hindy. "It's really harming you more than the other person. You're not sharing the pain; you're increasing it. It's not like you have a gallon of pain, and when you give him some, you've got less. It's more like you have a gallon -- and create two gallons."

It's not advisable, for example, to host an "I'm Over Bill" party, as Stella, 29, of Chicago, now realizes -- though she sure was tempted to after her marriage ended. Calling it by that name means...you're not.

Also, consider that poorly conceived revenge plots might wind up making you look bad -- and thus feeling worse. "You don't want to do anything now that's going to make you wince later," says Barreca. Why? Because you want him to experience regret, not relief. In other words: the last thing you want to be is the "psycho ex."

"I don't recommend the 'psycho ex' revenge plots," says Dawn, 29, of New York City. "Let's just say everyone should go for a nice long run or hit the weights instead of calling the mother of her ex's new girlfriend at 2 a.m. and asking if she knows where her daughter is." Yes, Dawn actually did make that call -- and yes, it still makes her wince. Recently, someone asked Dawn's friend if he knew her, adding, "I heard she was totally crazy."

As if that's not deterrent enough, look at it this way: We think of revenge as "getting even." But why would you want to be "even" with a "jerk"?

But don't worry! You don't have to deny your anger, "forgive and forget," or even "live well" and leave it at that. The key is to focus not on making him feel bad, but on making yourself feel better. Try these suggestions:

Decide whether he truly "deserves" revenge. Did he do something objectively despicable -- two-time you, lie, just stop calling after six months -- or, well, just break up with you? The latter is awful, but, alas, it's part of love life. In this case, you might try some secret, victimless revenge, like penning a viciously nasty letter -- and not mailing it. Or doing some arts and crafts: cutting your ex's head out of happy-couple photos of you two and replacing it with Brad Pitt's. Or writing your ex's name on the bottom of your shoe. "That way at least you know some sort of cosmic balance has been established," says Barreca.

Ask yourself: Is there something I need to say to him? The urge to communicate something specific to him -- as opposed to just wanting to scream in his face -- may be what's giving you that unfinished-business feeling. If so, have a calm conversation with him (tip: calm anger is more intimidating to the listener than loud anger), or write a letter (one that you may send only after writing several revisions and checking with two friends), instead of staging a stunt. When you communicate with him, "Emphasize your reaction -- say 'I was really hurt' -- instead of what he person did -- 'You hurt me!'", advises Charles Hill, PhD, professor of psychology at Whittier College in Whittier, California. That way, you'll know he got the message in plain English -- and you'll come across as sympathetic.

If you're driven to hatch an actual plot -- say, intercepting his clothes at the cleaners and returning them in tatters -- run it by a friend first. If she says she'd be embarrassed or horrified (as she should by this one), stop -- and enjoy the fantasy instead.

If you must do something, think elegant rather than destructive. "I had a garage sale and sold my ex's leather jacket -- which he'd given me as a gift -- to a friend of his, very cheap," says Bonnie, 37, of Pittsburgh. "I knew my ex would see it, and find out how much it was worth to me." Barreca describes a woman whose husband took up with a 19-year-old -- and got the house in the divorce. Her response? She sewed dried shrimp into the curtains; her ex and his new honey tore the house and the septic system apart looking for the source of the stench. They finally had to move -- and they took the curtains with them.

Live well -- and let him know about it. "Have a friend spread the word that you're doing great -- or be seen with someone new, even someone temporary," says Alison James. "He might not care, but it makes you feel better." (Notes Barreca: "Alumni Notes are also an excellent tool.")

Bottom line, says Dr. Hill, "Instead of thinking, 'I'll show him,' think, 'I'll show him -- that I can get along without him.'" Sooner than you think, you'll get to the sweetest revenge of all: Living well not because you're getting back at him, but because you've truly gotten your life back.

Is This Why I'm Always Sleeping Like a Doped Koala?

The Best Reason Ever to Sleep In

Need an idea? Go to sleep. Our brains go into creative overdrive as we snooze.

The most creative people in the world may be those lazy folks who sleep late and frequently indulge in mid-afternoon naps. Bed--not the office or school--is the most fertile breeding ground for new ideas, reports the BBC News Online of new research from East of England Development Agency.

The researchers found that fully 33 percent of the people they polled said they get their best ideas in bed, while only 11 percent have their top ideas at work. The trick to generating the flow of creativity is to relax and get a break from everyday pressures.

Psychology professor Richard Wiseman told the BBC News Online, "In our dreams we produce unusual combinations of ideas that can seem surreal, but every once in a while result in an amazingly creative solution to an important problem." The most exciting news from this research is how easy it is for us to think up great ideas, but if bosses want that creative energy directed at work, they need to change how we work. "Ideas can come to people at any time and in any place, but to fully reap the rewards of a creative mind, people's brains need to be primed for a new way of thinking," Wiseman advised the BBC.

Short of installing beds in the office, what can be done to boost creativity during the workday?
Decorate the office with flowers and plants.
Designate a room on the west side of the building as a "creativity" room. Using the principles of feng shui, the west symbolizes creativity and new ideas.
Stock the "creativity" room with food and drinks, which offer a great way to get people to relax and stimulate ideas.
Paint the office walls white, cream, or silvery gray.

So for the good of your company or your school work, sleep in. And take a nap in the afternoon!

A Soldiers Plea

Written by my friend Wade... translated into *ahem* readable english by me :)

God bless Be safe... my prayers are with each and every one of you!!! As a soldier, I know our President has done the right thing and this war is just. Wether you agree or not with it, what we are doing is ridding this world of the Animals that terrorize our families and our Great Country. Pray for our troops, we put our lives in the hands of our Commander and Chief not for the free education or for the fact that its just a job, but because we know that freedom of this country is not free and we are WILLING to DIE for our country. Many men and women before us have died so you can sit at home today and be able to go outside and feel safe. Don't for once think that if given a chance that someone would want to take that freedom away.

Muslim group takes responsibility for 9-11

We Are So Sorry for 9-11

This September 11 marks the third unforgettable anniversary of the worst mass murder in American history.

After September 11, many in the Muslim world chose denial and hallucination rather than face up to the sad fact that Muslims perpetrated the 9-11 terrorist acts and that we have an enormous problem with extremism and support for terrorism. Many Muslims, including religious leaders, and “intellectuals” blamed 9-11 on a Jewish conspiracy and went as far as fabricating a tale that 4000 Jews did not show up for work in the World Trade Center on 9-11. Yet others blamed 9-11 on an American right wing conspiracy or the U.S. Government which allegedly wanted an excuse to invade Iraq and “steal” Iraqi oil.

As to apologizing, we will no longer wait for our religious leaders and "intellectuals" to do the right thing. Instead, we will start by apologizing for 9-11 . . .

After numerous admissions of guilt by Bin Laden and numerous corroborating admissions by captured top level Al-Qaida operatives, we wonder, does the Muslim leadership have the dignity and courage to apologize for 9-11?

If not 9-11, will we apologize for the murder of school children in Russia?

If not Russia, will we apologize for the train bombings in Madrid, Spain?

If not Spain, will we apologize for suicide bombings in buses, restaurants and other public places?

If not suicide bombings, will we apologize for the barbaric beheadings of human beings?

If not beheadings, will we apologize for the rape and murder of thousands of innocent people in Darfour?

If not Darfour, will we apologize for the blowing up of two Russian planes by Muslim women?

What will we apologize for?

What will it take for Muslims to realize that those who commit mass murder in the name of Islam are not just a few fringe elements?

What will it take for Muslims to realize that we are facing a crisis that is more deadly than the Aids epidemic?

What will it take for Muslims to realize that there is a large evil movement that is turning what was a peaceful religion into a cult?

Will Muslims wake up before it is too late? Or will we continue blaming the Jews and an imaginary Jewish conspiracy? The blaming of all Muslim problems on Jews is a cancer that is destroying Muslim society from within and it must stop.

Muslims must look inward and put a stop to many of our religious leaders who spend most of their sermons teaching hatred, intolerance and violent jihad. We should not be afraid to admit that as Muslims we have a problem with violent extremism. We should not be afraid to admit that so many of our religious leaders belong behind bars and not behind a pulpit.

Only moderate Muslims can challenge and defeat extremist Muslims. We can no longer afford to be silent. If we remain silent to the extremism within our community then we should not expect anyone to listen to us when we complain of stereotyping and discrimination by non-Muslims; we should not be surprised when the world treats all of us as terrorists; we should not be surprised when we are profiled at airports.

Simply put, not only do Muslims need to join the war against terror, we need to take the lead in this war.

As to apologizing, we will no longer wait for our religious leaders and “intellectuals” to do the right thing. Instead, we will start by apologizing for 9-11.

We are so sorry that 3000 people were murdered in our name. We will never forget the sight of people jumping from two of the highest buildings in the world hoping against hope that if they moved their arms fast enough that they may fly and survive a certain death from burning.

We are sorry for blaming 9-11 on a Jewish or right wing conspiracy.

We are so sorry for the murder of more than three hundred school children and adults in Russia.

We are so sorry for the murder of train passengers in Spain.

We are so sorry for all the victims of suicide bombings. We are so sorry for the beheadings, abductions, rapes, violent Jihad and all the atrocities committed by Muslims around the world.

We are so sorry for a religious education that raised killers rather than train people to do good in the world. We are sorry that we did not take the time to teach our children tolerance and respect for other people.

We are so sorry for not rising up against the dictators who have ruled the Muslim world for decades.

We are so sorry for allowing corruption to spread so fast and so deep in the Muslim world that many of our youth lost hope.

We are so sorry for allowing our religious leaders to relegate women to the status of forth class citizens at best and sub-humans at worse.

We are so sorry.

For more information visit our website at: www.freemuslims.org.

State of Confusion

Jar Of Tears
By Cynthia R. Daigle

Do you have a Jar of Tears?
Hurt collected through the years.
Unbroken glass with guilt inside
And other things you try to hide.
Unspoken words from the past
Cause scars that forever last.
Bitter memories, regrets, and shame;
You think you are the one to blame.
Lost and alone, your soul is bound.
Your broken heart lies on the ground
Nothing seems to stop the pain.
Your salty tears fall like rain.

Can I see your Jar of Tears?
Precious jar you hold so dear.
Can I look into your pain?
Would I understand your shame?
I want to see your tears of sorrow.
Regrets from yesterday
Fears of tomorrow.
I want to look into your eyes
To see the pain you try to hide,
To know the reasons why you cry.

Can I hold your Jar of Tears?
Take away your doubts and fears.
Can I throw it to the ground?
The shattered pieces can't be found.
To give you the rest and peace of mind
Your weary soul seeks to find.
Your fear grows weak,
Your heart grows strong
I know it won't be very long
Until I hear you call My name.
You'll fall into My arms again.
You know I will be there for you,
To break your Jar of Tears in two.



When I read those words I wrote and I remember why I wrote them its hard for me to know that I am now the person on the other side of its context. My mind is restless and unsure of everything except for knowing I'm lost. I have a map somewhere but my hands are handcuffed to the past. I'm responsible for this state of confusion because of choices I made long ago. If I could go back and change things, I don't even know that I would. I know it will someday make me wiser and stronger, but for the time being, I am at my weakest point.

I don't know where I'm going. I don't even know where I am. I don't even know who I am anymore. I don't know anyone who cares. I know there are people who love me but I keep on shutting them out. I hurt the one person that loves me with all His heart every day. I want to run back to Him with all my strength because I know that He would take me in His arms and hold me while I cry but I am tied down by my own sense of failure.

I'm addicted to things that break my heart and only cause dissapointment. My soul has been torn into pieces and given to those who could care less about what happens to me. I have everything, yet I have nothing because I no longer have the twinkle in my eye. The little things in life no longer bring me the joy they once did. My love and compassion for people has been taken advantage of. My trust has been broken. I don't know who or what to believe and I can't trust my own judgement anymore.

I lead a double life, don't believe what I say about who I am, I'm probably lying to you. I'm probably lying to myself. I've been living in a lie so long I don't even know what the truth is anymore. I just know that I am tired of having to worry and cover my tracks so that I don't get caught. Every day that I continue to deceive, I am just putting a noose around my neck and then having to live in fear of falling.

These burdens, my shame, have become to heavy to carry... it is time for me to admit to what I've done and accept the consequences. It is time to move on with my life.

What Type of Dog Am I?

and the results are in...

You are a Pitt Bull. We know you like to act tough but deep down, you're sweet, although your reputation often gets you in trouble with the law.

*For more of my Quiz results scroll down and click on the first week (7.25.04) in the Archives section on the right hand side of this page.

LSU vs Oregon St

(22-21 Win in OT)

I have to admit to being partly responsible for the pathetic display of athleticism in yesterdays season opener. The Beavers refused to let LSU wear the traditional lucky white jerseys and I left my lucky fuzzy tiger tail at home. The whole event was reminisant of last years sluggish start... but we all know how the 2003 season ended.

Before I get to that... there are a few things I have to cover. First it's noteworthy to say that this was the first time we didn't spend in excess of a hour to find a parking space and from our spot we could actually SEE the stadium. I can't tell you how happy that made me (getting out after the game was a completely different story though). Secondly, it's always amazing to see the profound display of pride in our team by walking through the campus and seeing what tailgaters are up to. I've learned that if you want to get offered every type of food imaginable... wear the opponents jersey or colors. People in Baton Rouge are more than willing to fatten you up and get you drunk. I'd like to think its the southern hospitality, but I know for a fact, its so you don't realize that you've been raped and pillaged until you wake back up in your own hometown 400 miles away the next morning wondering why your pride (or other parts of your body) are hurting. We're friendly until you walk through the gates of Tiger Stadium. Then even the most docile of old ladies turns into a foul-mouthed antagonist. We train them young as shown by the photo below.


Who wouldn't want to take a picture of kids playing?

That's right... that's little Tiger fans in training... playing with a beaver on a noose. There is nothing sacred (not even endangered cute and furry woodland creatures).

Anyways... moving on... seeing as we were playing the beavers you could imagine the student section (packed early as usual) was inspired for creative comments. The question of the day was... do their cheerleaders wear bloomers or do they opt to proudly display their mascot everytime they jump up and down?


Thus begins a full hour of the largest wet t-shirt contest on earth.

Alright... so I mentioned the fact that this game and last seasons first game was remarkably alike... right down to the timing of an hour of a deluge in which Tiger Stadium was soaked with nearly 4 inches of rain (I used my cup as a rain gauge) during which no less than 8 people decided to hop the fence and have security chase them around for a while before sliding across some section of the field. The goal, of course, was to get to the "eye of the tiger" which is painted at midfield. The only guy that didn't slide was the one that was completely naked... but really.. I can't blame the guy... I'm sure he just tucked his clothes away so they would be dry once it stopped raining.

Anyways, while we were aware that beavers are completely comfortable in situations where everything is wet... after all... nothing is worse than a dry beaver (pun intended)... we were not aware that those theivin Beavers was carrying the Fighting Irish's stash of clovers. It didn't take long before the crowd was quieted by the tricks they were pulling out of their *ahems*. That and Marcus Randall sucks. Sure he is the most experienced quarterback the team has but there was absolutely no quarterback/receiver connection... and probably never will be. I hope Saban realizes soon that he is a natural born benchwarmer.

On the opening kickoff, LSU turned over the ball. On the first play of the second possession, Randall threw an interception.
We intercept next and then have a 67 yd. touch down called back because of illegal shift. (Oregon St. must have been displaying the goods to the refs before the game because there were several calls throughout the game that were just not right... I'm sure you're going to hear the fans cry for the replay option like the PAC 10 has). Oregon fumbles the ball again and we recover only to go nowhere. In fact.. we went nowhere for the next three quarters. For the first time in my experience, the normally rowdy Tiger fans were so silent, you could hear the players feet crunching the blades of grass on the field.


Exhibit 1: the drunk moron
Exhibit 2: the spot where the only other person I knew that was
actually at the game (Chad) was sitting... hence I was alone.
Exhibit 3: the ugly stick girls
Exhibit 4: oh yeah the point of coming to a football game...
to watch the team actually score!

In fact... most of my entertainment came from the guy that was sitting across the gate entrance from me. During the entire game, this guy was spotting his two pieces of a** which he was apparently hoping to get at the end of the game. Granted the back of these two girls weren't anything to complain about... but when they turned around... they both had been hit by the ugly stick quite a few times in their lives. So I dub exhibit 1... the drunken moron of the game.

Anyways back to the game... balls that actually made it to receivers slipped through their hands like they were petroleum jelly enthusiast. The same thing went for everybody who's foot touched the ball... field goals and punts flying everywhere on both sides except through the uprights. The Tigers were shut out in the first half and behind 15-7 with 1:38 left in the 4th quarter. Then there was a touchdown that lead to overtime in which first the Tigers scored and then the Beavers came right back from their own 25 yd line. It was drama, I was about to have a friggin heart attack... and the Beavers missed the extra point which gave the Tigers their victory. YAY!!! I went home and went to bed.

(For more pictures from the day and the game... just click on an image posted above... it'll take you to my flickr imagebase. If you want to see a larger version of the image posted just click on that image.)

What's In A Name?

Below is an Analysis of my first and middle names... and I have to admit... they are pretty dern accurate. Try out your name at www.kabalarians.com


Description of Your First Name of: Cynthia

Although the name Cynthia creates the urge to be creative, independent, and self-sufficient, we point out that it causes a materialistic, somewhat self-opinionated approach that frustrates higher humanitarian qualities. This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the reproductive organs, and tension or accidents to the head.

The name Cynthia creates a very independent, practical, analytical nature with skillful business abilities. You desire freedom from restrictions and authority in order that you can pursue your own ambitions. This name gives you leadership qualities and you are seldom happy in positions where you must direction from others. Material and financial success are the focus of your interests, but sacrificing much for material ambition will result in a lack of harmony and balance in your personal life, particularly a lack of appreciation for social courtesies and things of a more inspirational nature.

Description of Your Middle Name of: Renee

Although the name Renee creates the urge to be reliable and responsible, we emphasize that it causes procrastination, lack of confidence, and the inability to realize your goals and ambitions. This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses in the fluid systems, and worry or mental tension.

As Renee you are rather serious-minded, responsible, and stable. You have the gift of tact and diplomacy, and possess a charming, easy-going nature which endears you to others. You have a serious desire to understand the heart and mind of everyone, and could be very effective in a career or in volunteer work where you are handling people and serving in a humanitarian way. This name also gives you a love of home and family, and as a parent you would likely be fair and understanding.

Dilbert - Product Designer

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No... I don't eat my crayons.


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It Makes Me Ill

So I'm sitting in the hallway of Teareud Hall waiting for my class to start and I grab my laptop to read the latest headlines and I find myself getting sicker by the second as I read about the conclusion of the hostage situation of the school in Russia. Over 100 bodies have been found in the gym. In the back of my mind I know that this is not nearly as bad as some events in human history but it makes me think about the lack of humanity within people today. What does it take to strike someone muchless kill another human being? How lost can a person be that thinks nothing of taking an innocent life, especially one of a child? It leads me to think about other things, things in my life and in my friends lives... how people are treated on a daily basis. People are selfish, rude, unforgiving, ignorant, greedy, and think nothing of it and how it affects others. I'm guilty of all those things myself, but I'd like to think that I would never degrade another human being to improve my own situation in life. Hopefully, there are more people who feel as I do... otherwise... the world will only get worse and worse until the human race self-destructs.

Overrated

Click the image to see Georgia's new uniforms. *snickers*

Ohhhh Yes! Its that time of year again... time to start thinking of lewd comments about beavers, bulldogs, green weanies and gamecocks... they just make it too easy sometimes *evil laugh*

Waiting Since February

So I went to the gynocologist today... I made this appointment back in February... that's right... my gynocologist was booked for 7 months solid!!! So guys, if you don't think you can get enough of it... you know what profession you should have been in... better luck next time. Now... that aside... going to the gyno is quite possibly the most akward experience a woman can have short of having her water break in church or something... but the important thing is that I'm apparently just fine... always good to know.

Now on to more important issues... today is my brother's birthday... we're both getting old... but no matter how old I get... he'll always be older than me haha

Ughhh

I was able to avoid the Union for the first three weeks of school... which is a miracle in itself. Another miracle was that I walked out of the place with money still in my wallet... that place sucks it straight out of there like an evil vacuum cleaner on a mission. (since you probably have no idea what the Union is... it's the central hub for students on LSU's campus... food court, bookstore, lounge, and on-campus entertainment) Anyways, I avoid the Union at all costs... but I'm not sure if that's because I like actually having money or because getting there usually involves getting yelled at by some charismatic nut-case trying to save the squirrels from dictators in Zimbabwe either on my way in or on my way out. Free Speech Alley is more like a giant magnet for all those who are crazy, have an opinion, and aren't afraid to irritate you for just walking by. In some ways, I thank God for free speech... otherwise I might not ever have known that there are squirrels in Zimbabwe.

Oh and I just got permanent green paint in my hair... *rolls eyes* that's just peachy.

Never

Do yourself a favor and never claim that God is fallible and NEVER instigate a smiting session by daring God to smite you... not even if you're just joking... I don't think He finds it funny... just trust me on this one.

Oh and remember this...

Red means stop... Green Means go... Yellow means slow down... and blue means you are in trouble.