Busy Day

Well, I've had a busy day, so I thought I'd fill everyone in. First I went to class! I know! I didn't think I would either. I really almost didn't, as when Belinda left this morning I could easily have went right back to sleep, but I didn't, so there.

I went up to Gainesville(sp?) today to have lunch with Belinda. We went to O'Charlies. That's one of the main problems with Athens. No O'Charlies. Well we had a nice lunch of reasonably priced casual fair, and I started the trek back home.

The next part of my day was making plans with Amy to go see Greg Maddux pitch on Tuesday against the Braves. I can't wait. I've seen Smoltz pitch in person, and Glavine, though as a Met. (We really lit him up though), now Maddux. I hope people who were able to see them in their prime realize how lucky they were. (The people who saw them, not the pitchers, the pitchers were just plain good.) Of course I saw this, so I'm pretty lucky too. Oh, and if you care this is the first baseball game I ever saw in person. Isn't Retrosheet cool?

Anyway, I got back to Athens and headed to Best Buy, where I picked(purchased!) up Steal This Album, and System of a Down. In about a month I've went from not owning any of their albums to owning them all. They're coming to Atlanta in August, and I think Belinda and I are going to go. Should be fun. Now my only problem is re-organizing my CD case. Its needs a do-over and I guess today's the day. I'll get started on that after I post this.

Anyway, later today or tomorrow I plan on posting some pics of the Service Juris day from a couple of weeks ago. They will show that I do know how to do manual labor. Kind of.

As is my way Lyrics:

Aerials
Life is a waterfall,
We're one in the river,
And one again after the fall.

Swimming through the void
We hear the word,
We lost ourselves,
But we find it all?

Cause we are the ones that want to play,
Always want to go,
But you never want to stay,

And we are the ones that want to choose,
Always want to play,
But you never want to lose.

Aerials, in the sky,
When you lose small mind,
You free your life.

Life is a waterfall,
We drink from the river,
Then we turn around and put up our walls.

Swimming through the void
We hear the word,
We lost ourselves,
But we find it all?

Cause we are the ones that want to play,
Always want to go,
But you never want to stay,

And we are the ones that want to choose,
Always want to play,
But you never want to lose.

Aerials, in the sky,
When you lose small mind,
You free your life.
Aerials, so up high,
When you free your eyes,
Eternal prize.
Aerials, in the sky,
When you lose small mind,
You free your life.
Aerials, so up high,
When you free your eyes,
Eternal prize.

This is hard

Blogging is harder than I thought. I read a lot of blogs daily, but most of them are baseball related (Baseball Toaster, Braves Journal, Aaron Gleeman.com, Baseball Think Factory, Baseball Analysts, Sabernomics, etc.) However those blogs all have a huge subject to write about. Baseball, duh. While here, apparently the only thing to write about is myself. And while things happen to me, I usually don't feel like they're significant enough to take time out to write about.

But now I find myself with some time on my hands thanks to the ineptness of the Marlin's ground crew, and heavy rains in south Florida, delaying the Braves' eventual victory tonight, so I shall write!

I had a pretty good weekend. Belinda's brother, mother and two nephews came down to visit. I really didn't spend much time with anyone, but I had fun when I did. Everyone but Belinda's mom went down into Hell, to watch the Braves play. The Braves won, and I saw Marcus Giles hit a home run in person for the first time, and Andruw Jones tied Cliff "the whiff" Floyd for number 1 on the all important "Most homeruns Granville has seen in person" list with 4. Speaking of Andruw Jones: Holy Crap. I've never seen anyone on a hot streak like this, and I likely never will again. 12 HR's in 15 games? That's downright Bondsian! I also got to kinda 'play' some baseball this weekend, which really just means batting and fielding practice with Ricky and the boys. It wasn't bad.

I really am debating going to class tomorrow. I don't feel as though I'm learning anything, and I spend most of the time in class not paying attention anyway, why get up in the morning? Who knows, I'll do it though; its not like there's anything to do here anyway.

Belinda and I are talking about trying to take a vacation at the end of July/First of August. We've talked about New York, but who knows? It'll have to be somwhere cheap, so that'd point to Vegas, as far as airfare and hotel rates go, but I more than make up for that in losses at the Blackjack table. Now, I know how to count cards in theory, and sometimes I even keep a running count, but my problem is fear. I'm too scared to increase my bets when the count is good, so I never take advantage of the higher odds, so I lose. I'm Vegas's perfect customer. Well not quite, but I'm a huge loser so they like to see me there anyway.

Well, I've managed to write forever and say absolutly nothing, so I guess I'm doing something right. I still don't like ending these things. What will I do this time? Hmmm. I'll end this with lyrics to a song, something I used to do in e-mails a while back; here's System of A Down's "Deer Dance:"

Deer Dance
Round, Round,

Circumventing circuses,
Lamenting in protest,
To visible police,
Presence sponsored fear,

Battalions of riot police,
With rubber bullet kisses,
Baton courtesy,
Service with a smile

Beyond the Staples Center you can see America,
With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace,
Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality,
Of plastic existence.

Pushing little children,
With their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around,
Pushing little children,
With their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around.

Round, Round,

A rush of words,
Pleading to disperse,
Upon your naked walls, alive,
A political call,
The fall guy accord,
We can't afford to be neutral on a moving train,

Beyond the Staples Center you can see America,
With its tired, poor, avenging disgrace,
Peaceful, loving youth against the brutality,
Of plastic existence.

Pushing little children,
With their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around,
Pushing little children,
With their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around.

Push them around,
A deer dance, invitation to peace,
War staring you in the face, dressed in black.
With a helmet, fierce,
Trained and appropriate for the malcontents,
For the disproportioned malcontents,
The little boy smiled, it'll all be well,
The little boy smiled it'll all be well,

Pushing little children,
With their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around,
Pushing little children,
With their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around.
Pushing little children,
With their fully automatics,
They like to push the weak around,
Push the weak around,
Push the weak around,
Push the weak around,
They like to push the weak around.

Serious for a moment

Please forgive me as I give being serious a try. For those who know me well, you know that I'm rarely serious and I'm usually joking, trying one-liners, and generally being a hilarious person to be around (I'm also very, very humble). But like most people, I have more than one emotion(see even here I can't help being a little jokey). Basically what I'm trying to say is I go through a wide range of emotions, but I hardly ever show them. Sometimes it can wear on me, so I've decided to use this blog as some kind of therapy. I justify this by telling myself that no one really reads this thing, and anyone who does I won't mind them having read it, and if some stranger reads it, what do I care?

Lets start with my grades for the first year of law-school. I'm not dissapointed by any means. And I believe that my grades are an accurate representation of the amount of work/knowlege of the material that I put in/learned. But there are times when I think that maybe I should've went to UT, where I would have had a scholarship, where I would've been in state for lower loans, and where I probably would be much closer to the top 3rd of the class than bottom 3rd. Of course I know I made the right choice in coming to UGA if for no other reason than the people. I'm sure UT has some great people as well, but I really believe that I've made some life long friends here.

Belinda's brother, mom, and nephews are coming down from Nashville tomorrow and a weekend of hijinx and fun should ensue. I'm sure. One thing is it does make me a bit jealous. I don't have any family to come and visit. Wesley came down, and I had a good time with him, but besides that I can't think of anyone that would come down to visit. (Maybe Jason T., but its just hard for him to find time). I dunno. I really miss my parents, and I'm sad that they never got to see me finish college, get married, or (eventually) finish law school.. Its just very depressing....

I remember a conversation I had with JasonF once, he said something or other about why I was so sad all the time, and I told him the reason was that my mom would probably be dead in 5 years and my dad in ten. This was before I started college and I didn't know what the hell I'd be doing next. It turns out that I gave both my parents too much time as my mom passed in 1999 and dad in 2002. Not many people know this (only Belinda and her mom as far as I know) but my parents didn't pass in a hospital, but at home. I found them both.

But basically things are good now. Sometimes I just get sad for no reason, but it passes and I go back to playing MLB 2005 and all is well. Well I feel better having just written this down, I promise that next time my post will be more in tune with normal.

Oh one more thing: Congratulations Kelly

System of a Borges.

I've found myself the last few weeks listening to System of a Down almost exclusively. Those who know me, know that I like music that doesn't seem to fit my personality at all. Meaning that most of the music I like is loud, angry, and, um LOUD. System of a Down certainly fits that description, and I was so impressed with their most recent CD (Mesmerize) that I went out and bought Toxicity and I've been enjoying them both tremendously. Almost enough for me to go out and actually purchase Steal This Album, and their self titled first album (of which I have long ago downloaded a couple of songs via I-tunes).

I think its safe to say that SoaD has become my new favorite band. Now, I'm not crazy enough to recommend everyone run out and buy their CDs, but I would suggest you take a listen and give them a chance. (Cautionary note: SoaD is a pretty political band, so you almost definatly won't like most of their songs if you're a fan of Fox News, if you know what I mean.)

Moving on to the second part of the title of this entry, I just wanted to discuss my affection of Jorge Borges. I believe that Borges was one of, if not the greatest writer ever. I've been reading this and really enjoying everything. It's almost enough to make me want to learn Spanish so that I can read and really understand what he writes. Almost. The translation I have is pretty good, and reading his stories make me understand why I have a degree in English. (From the "Designated State of Tennessee Liberal Arts University": Austin Peay State University.) Anyway, my point is, if you love to read, and you should, you should read some of Borges's short stories. They work on a ton of levels, and most of the time you'll need more than one reading just to figure out exactly what it was you just read, but there's no mistaking the brilliance that is Jorge Luis Borges.

We all had a great time that night.  

Left to Right: Anuj, Dix, Shawn, Gussio, Billy, Me.  

The gang, from left to right: Me, Belinda, Mandy, Marci, Billy, Dix, Hema, Emma. Front: Anna, Amy. 

Day of "Fun"

Well, today was the day to go and help out in the community and gain something to put on my resume that was very empty when it came to legal related "stuff." Belinda and I got up at the butt crack of dawn, and headed down to Billy & Mandy's apartment, into their car, and down into the bowels of hell, I mean Atlanta. (If you're from Atlanta I realize it doesn't seem that bad, but trust me, as an outsider, it just plain sucks, Go Braves!) We met up with Gussio & Anuj there. Anuj was to have registered us with his firm (King and Spalding), but somehow, our names weren't on the list. Apparently it didn't matter and they let us participate in Service Juris day anyway.

Basically Belinda, Mandy, and I spent about 4 hours pitch forking mulch into wheelbarrows that Anuj and Gussion took to a hill and dumped out, while Billy did some work too I'm sure. The real benefit here is I have a T-shirt that definitely won't fit, but if it had, would lead people to believe I worked at King and Spalding, and thus a much better Law Student then they are. Which would be a lie. (Well to about half of the students it'd be a lie).

After yesterday and today I'm freakin' hurting all over. Its not even a good hurt. Hopefully I'll be better by Monday as that's when I get to go get injured all over again.

In exciting personal news, this blog has helped me reunite with an old friend. Reading this James? Just by doing that one thing, this blog has done more for me than I ever thought it would. Now I just have to figure out a way to get to CO. or get James to GA to fully catch up on old times. (He still hasn't met the Granville that gets plastered on Friday and/or Saturday Nights)

Man, ending these things suck. Fark it all. (Can you tell I've learned how to use the hyperlink button?) How about a picture too? Hmm.. Lemme try another post.

Back from the brink...

Yeah I don't know what the title to this post means. Basically I've decided to try and post here more frequently, (but I always decide to do that) but this time I actually will! I almost skipped class today, but I decided to go, because what the hell else would I do in the morning? Billy wasn't there, but he invited me along with him and Gussio at 11:00 to go to Ramsey to work out. I am, if I may say so, the most out of shape person I know, but I'd like to change that. So we went and after having a bit of a problem with the card reader turnstile thing, we got in. Goose, Billy, Marci, and I walked around the track for a while, then we played some fiendish game that required us to run. My calves are sore, but that's the price one pays I suppose. Then we did some sit ups on those incline machine things. When mine was just a little slope I could barely do five. When I tried it again flat, I could get to 15 or so. I suck. Marci and David are much better than me, of course I'd like to see either of them beat me at video game football or tennis. They're too chicken! (Though they have both at one time or another lost to me in table top hockey, so at least they're willing to try new things.)

What else? Oh, after the sit-ups (Where I somehow hurt my arm? Am I so out of shape that my brain doesn't even know where to tell me I'm experiencing pain?) we went to the Broad Street Bar and Grill for lunch. Marci didn't want to ride there so she ran. Considering the how far it was and the fact that we only beat her there by like 6 minutes, I'm officially prepared to concede any race to her.

In sports news Tim Hudson is on the DL, which means the Braves are so screwed you would be forgiven if you mistook them for a 2 dollar hooker. They have now one good starting pitcher (Smoltz) and three starters who you don't know what's going to happen when they pitcher (Ramirez, Davies, Sosa). In the bullpen there's maybe 2 good pitchers (Rietsma, Foster), and a load of crap. In the field the Braves have 2 stars (Andruw and Giles), 2 servicible players (Estrada, LaRoche) 3 kids (Marte, Langerhans, Johnson), and 1 drunk who's also killing my fantasy team (Furcal). Brian Jordan won't be mentioned here or anywhere else again, as I'm sure that, given the chance, Marci could outplay him at this point. (I'm not being sarcastic).(I really love using parenthesis.)()

This is turning into a supremely long post, so I'll wait to talk about tomorrow's plans until tomorrow is overwith. In the mean-time I'll leave you with this: (if it works)

YOU ARE RULE 8(a)!

You are Rule 8, the most laid back of all the
Federal Rules of Civil Procedure. While your
forefather in the Federal Rules may have been a
stickler for details and particularity, you
have clearly rebelled by being pleasant and
easy-going. Rule 8 only requires that a
plaintiff provide a short and plain statement
of a claim on which a court can grant relief.
While there is much to be lauded in your
approach, your good nature sometimes gets you
in trouble, and you often have to rely on your
good friend, Rule 56, to bail you out.


Which Federal Rule of Civil Procedure Are You?
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I'm back, but did I really leave?

Heya all. Well, Amy showed me her blog, and it got me thinking that maybe I should give this thing another shot. Of course, all the while realizing that no one reads it at all. I wish I was more like Anuj. I mean he's like the smartest guy I know and he has tons of people reading his blog. Of course he actually updates it semi-regularly and he knows more people than me, but its the principle of it all!

OK, moving on. Most of my Grades are in. I'm feeling ok. B's across the board, except in Torts where a B- reared its ugly head. I'm still waiting on Contracts and Property to come in. If I had to guess I'd say I'm probably looking at a couple of more Bs in my future. Not bad. I don't mind being average at all.

I'm in the Library now, working on my brief for the write on. I'm up to 4 pages, and I told myself I deserved a break, so here I am.

The Braves are killing me right now. I don't know why Bobby has to bring in Roman "I don't have it this year" Colon when there's a 1 run lead. It was almost as bad as Kolb. On the plus side at least Modesi's gone. Three cheer's for the Kelly Johnson Era!! Yay, yay, Y-Yay!

Class is normal. It lasts 20 minutes too long, but that's what I get I guess.

OK, it is now my intention to get back to work. Leave a comment so I can fool myself into thinking that for every person that comments there are 10 reading who don't comment.