Ohh no it’s… Blughhh

OK. Well first off, I would like to apologize for not posting anything for the last week. I meant to, but I had a freaky stomach whatsit, and was throwing up all week.

The image below has been my glorious companion for most of last week.IMG_0573 Now, I realise most of you probably don’t want to know what happened to me or how, but since you are reading MY blog, I am going to tell you anyways.

It all started on Tuesday the 17th. I was feeling good, and I was about to do my first training session in about 6 weeks, so no biggy. OK. So that day I had school, which went great. I came home and had dinner. After this, I went to training.

Now, this is where it starts to get a little… funky 🙂 I got to training and my coach told me I would have quite an easy session: 3 x 300m at full pace. That may seem easy, but it’s not.

I did one run and I started to lose vision, got a headache, and didn’t feel well. After that, I did my second run, having assumed that it was caused by the normal lactic acid being annoying. I fell over, crawled about 10 meters off the track, and started throwing up everywhere.

For the next five days, my companion (see picture above) was very helpful. We finally realised I wasn’t getting better, so we went to a doctor. The Doc gave me tablets, and I now feel right as rain.

And that is the reason you are reading this, instead of my usual filth. 🙂

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What do guys do?

Oh yeah, they break each other.

I was recently on holiday, in America, and me and my cousin (anonymous) were out swimming with his dad and family. So, there I was just messing around in the shallow end and he turns to me and says “I am going to dunk you”. Keep in mind that he is a year and two months older than me.

so we start wrestling in the pool, for how long I can’t remember, and didn’t strike each other we just grappeled. Nearly everytime we started to grapple we would end up just locking, hugging each other.

So this went on for awhile and eventually my cousin had half of my face in the water, but I flipped it around and put all of him in. So woo 1 to 0.5, and again we would grapple for awhile.

PainBucketBut the main event is when he tried to take me down, some how our arms got locked above our heads and I pushed down, and guess what, dislocated shoulder for cousin. Ouch.

I gotta say that seeing a dislocated shoulder has to be on of the most disgusting things I have ever seen. I just thought that I would share this little escapade to those few that read this blog.

Bad Romance Made Awesome

Okay, so normally I would never put anything as acrid as Lady Gaga on my blog, but I found this truly amazing video of an a capella group doing Bad Romance. You gotta watch it. Epic. (If you’re reading this post in a feed reader or via email subscriptionk, the embedded videos below won’t show up, so click my title to come see it on the actual website.)

I thought two things after watching this: 1. This is Awesome, and 2. I love On The Rocks(For some reason, their website will only work for me in Firefox.)

For those who are lucky enough not to have seen or heard of Lady Gaga’s real video: (But honestly, I wouldn’t recommend it.)

I thought the a capella version was amazing, but I would like to hear your thoughts on it as well.

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The Secret Life of a Polite Teenager

All is not always as it first appears.

Exhibit A.

evidence

This, my friends, is evidence of my psychotic, Blue-tac-stealing past.

As you can see, exhibit A. clearly shows a WAD OF BLU-TACK, proof that as a small child in primary school (Elementary school) I was a crazy,deluded Blu-tack thief.

Each day, I would go to school to steal Blu-tack bit by bit over the year, and to think about the precious Blu-tack that teachers threw away without really knowing of the true beauty of Blu-tack. 

I am sad to say that though my Blu-tack stealing days were great, my collection is not what it used to be.

Most people might find this strange, but I think that it was just because Blu-tack is amazing. I just remembered my crazy Blu-tack stealing days, and they will be times I will cherish forever. I hope you will always cherish your childhood memories, no matter how strange they are.

And all of this from your friend or family member G-man, whom everyone in Oklahoma seemed to think was such a nice, polite teenager. Boy, did I have you fooled.