Wednesday, June 29, 2011

#summerswag

You're in grade 6, the countdown is on; "10, 9, 8.." the anticipation is seeping through your whole body and wrapping around your limbs. "7, 6, 5.." adrenaline now takes over and tightens up your muscles. "4, 3, 2.." control is no longer yours, your heart has taken over and will now make every move for you. "1!" you scream; your heart pumping more than it ever has before, even more than when the teacher came around to check the homework that you never did. This was summer in elementary school.

"Screw it, I have 10 minutes left and this is my last exam. I'm outa here." This is summer in high school.

I can only imagine what it'll be like in a few years getting out in April. The future is ours.

I was talking to my mom earlier today about living the life I wanna live. I think after university I wanna go somewhere, somewhere big. I wanna do something that really defines life as something more than making money to feed my children. Of course I still believe education is essential, running is fun, food is good, music is beautiful, family is lovely. But I'm pretty sure there's something telling me to move on from eating goldfish in front of the tv before going out with my friends.

The first step to this life decision is initiative. What is initiative? Dictionary.com defines initiative as the power or opportunity to act or take charge before others do. Like.. growing a beard? (click on the picture for a bigger image)
This is 5 days in, I hope you can see the scruff. If not, at least you know I'm trying. This facial hair will be my challenge for the next month or two, or until I get sick of it. The ladies don't seem to be lovin' the effort, but I know guys can appreciate it. When life gives you lemons, make some good freakin' lemonade.
Peace,
Skawty D

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

In between it all

I just gotta say thanks to everyone who reads this blog. June will by far have the most number of hits on the site than any other month, no question. On pace for around 1300, so that's pretty chill. I guess people really like ofsaa and rock-paper-scissors. Yea well, me too. Here's what I'm gonna do.. I've brought together a few 'summer' songs and decided to share 'em with y'all. They may be a couple years old but either way, I really just wanna get the information out there ya feel me? The best part is that I'm gonna put my personal opinion beside each one, and you'll read every comment. You will. I bet you will. You probly will.. just wait. You will.

This first one is a gimme. My brother showed it to me a week or two ago. Sam, not Ian. I like Ian's taste in music though, he's a chiller. Anywhooo, if you blast this one loud enough in your house it should get everyone on their feet! But it's up to you to show off the best dance moves. And if that's not enough to convince you to listen, it's from the greatest movie about stories about toys ever. Randy Newman ftw.

This one's kinda weird. I tweeted it to a friend earlier today, and I'm still not sure if that was a good idea. I feel like it's a guy version of Nicki Minaj, Pink, and Lady Gaga. But that makes it seem terrible, so don't trust me. I really really want you to listen though cause it's a classic. For the record, Macklemore has much better songs.

Okay so you can't go wrong with The Temper Trap. You may have heard this one from a movie or commercial or something, cause that's where I first recognized it. It combines love, with passion, with energy, with fusion, with heartbreak, with more energy, then finally, more heartbreak. All you can do is let the sweet sweet tender music loft into your eardrums until you pass out from the beauty we call sound.

Last one. It's just a sexy tune. Lemme know if you can't imagine yourself riding your bike down the street to this song, head held high, swaying to the beat. Cars better watch out, cause you'll probly be in the zone.

That concludes this bloggy blog post. Stay tuned for other cool stuff that I might share with you later. As we all know, summer has officially begun. Guarantee I'll have some pb's comin in the next few weeks too.

l8r h8rz
Scott

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Respect the Rules

The rules of shotgun are quite simple. The first person to yell "shotgun" once they're in sight of the car gets the front seat. Now, in the past, 'shotgun' has been used to call the last burger in the freezer, or the last slice of bread that isn't the end piece. I would like some opinions, if there are any, why the shower cannot be subbed in for a car, burger, or slice of bread..

Today I walked out of my bedroom and into the hallway with a towel wrapped around my hips. I was intending on simply and peacefully making my way through the threshold that is the bathroom door, dropping my towel, and turning on the taps of the showers, with no complaints, interruptions, or whining. Yet, here comes my brother Sam, walking straight to the washroom with his towel upon his waist thinking to do the exact same thing as me. My cat-like reactions immediately shot through my body; telling my mouth to shout out the well-known and well-appreciated word "shotgun". I knew I had my brother beat. I could walk proudly past him and into the shower with no hesitation.. if he was someone else. Quickly after I yelled shotgun, my soon-to-be nineteen-year-old bro claimed that we had to do rock paper scissors - best two out of three. I tried to convince him that my shotgun call held true, but as my mother came bounding up the stairs contradicting me, I figured I had to cave. "Alright fine, two out of three."

We both started out with rock. Strong choice. Nothin' beats rock.

Thinking he would immediately change his fist to paper, I laid down scissors.. terrible move. Sam came back with rock again and beat my flimsy cutters.

Alright, so this guy's just doin rock, I'll try my third option. Boom, he lays down a rock again but it quickly gets covered by my paper. The score's 1-1, there's no way he's gonna hit me with another stone.

I'll go back to rock. Nothin' beats rock. He finally changes his game plan. As he pulls out the scissors, his eyes lock onto my fist and a sign of regret rolls down his face. Never choose scissors.

So is it my fault he didn't obey the rules of shotgun? Or is it my fault the rps gods and shotgun gods came together to smite him? Or is it my fault I'm really good at rock paper scissors? Who knows.. but next time, I'm not doing scissors.

Donald

Sunday, June 5, 2011

OFSAA

Day 0
This is Day 0 cause we got there on Wednesday, and that doesn't count as one of the ofsaa days, duhh. We arrived at our hotel in Sudbury and immediately went outside for a warmup run. Alex and I had to leave a note for the late arrival of our roommate, Mohamed, telling him not to touch our stuff or "I'll punch you in the legs." The note also mentioned where he had to lay his stuff and where he would be sleeping. We figured since there were only 3 of us in the room, each person would get their own bed before their race the next day; I raced Thursday, Alex was Friday, and Mo was Saturday.

Day 1
We got a decent sleep-in, waking up at 10ish to catch a 12 o'clock bus. As we made our way to the track, the hype was big, and the race to the sweater line was even bigger. That line is always long, and it stays long for hours. The trick is to find someone you know that's already standing in line and start up a conversation. I did that a few times until I ended up right at the front in no time (please use this knowledge wisely, no one likes an obnoxious line-cutter).

My 1500 race went okay. I ran my second best time, but it wasn't very close to my best. I've had a terrible cold for a while now though so I can't make too many complaints about the kind of race I ran. I finished in 4:05, almost ready to close my eyes fall and asleep right when I sat down.

Day 2
Once again we got a nice sleep-in, bused to the track and found the shaded bleachers near the finish line; ready to watch the steeple chase finals, and 1500 finals. Between those were some impressive 100s and 400s; Andre Ford capturing a national record running 10.53 over 100 metres... in grade 10. Ouch, call the fire department cause this kid's hot. Also, Brandon McBride posted a nice sub 47 second sprint in the 400, winning the senior event as a grade 11. The 15 final started out slow. Denault ran a sick race, leading most of it at a comfortable pace knowing he could have a shot at winning if it came down to a kick. It came down to a kick. Yves took it. King also ran an extraordinary race coming from the back of the pack to take 3rd. Have a look.
Day 3
This was probably the most exciting of all 3 days. We had a bunch of 200 finals, 800 heats, 800 finals, and 3k's. The only problem was that it started off in the pouring rain. We got to the track and headed inside Laurentien University. They have an indoor track with basketball courts surrounding the middle, so a few of us decided to play some b-ball. It didn't take long for Denray and Mo to start a shooting competition before the races began. It went a little something like this..
(the first one didn't count) Shout out to Mohamed Souleiman for also sinking 3 for 5, but not telling me to film it. It must've been a pretty good warmup cause Mo ended up placing 6th in the 800m. Although, as we were playing Seb was reading a book right beside us and he came 3rd, so I might hit the books before my next 1500.

That's all I can think of right now, and I gotta go do some stupid english assignment.
So bye bye my friends.
- Scott