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Song of the Day: Concerto del Muerto (ft. Android and Bobby Bloodbath)- Wax and EOM
   This is a post about basketball. It is a post involving how I am preparing to make the Junior Varsity. Ok. This is the key. I shoot lots of shots around the key every day. My process:

1. I warm up by just shooting around inside the paint. Back towards the hoop, I just turn and shoot. At least 20 times, just for warm up.
2. I do dribbling exercises. Looking straight foward, I pass the ball from hand to hand in a figure eight around my legs, or I dribble in a figure eight around my legs.
3. I stretch.
4. Then I do my form shooting. I shoot at five spots around the key: The block and the line behind the line behind the block (on both sides), and the free throw line. I have to make at least 10 at each spot, and shoot at least 20. In between each place, I sprint a 25-foot distance back and forth 12 times. I record all my makes and misses in a nootebook.
5. I do 20 layups on the right. I have to make at least 18.
6. I shoot 10 times from the top of the arc. I don't have a minimum make level, because I don't want to overwork myself shooting distance (the further away from the basket you are, the more there is a breakdown of fundamental technique).
7. I do 20 layups on the left. I have to make at least 18.

I should also be concerned with stuff like nutrition and diet and lifting, but I figure, eh, I'm trying to make the junior varsity at a school with a failing athletics program. I don't need to worry that much.


This post was extra boring and unfunny. I just thought you might have been curious.


You probably weren't.

Another Quality Story

Song of the Day: Concerto del Muerto ft. Android and Bobby Bloodbath- Wax and EOM
   Gather round, children, and let me tell you a story.
   Actually, wait. Let's do some updates. I am doing a wonderful Soulsilver Nuzlocke over on Pokebeach, which btw, has a beautiful layout that will force to spend even more time there. I'm back on my shooting regimen, after skipping a couple days at my dad's house. Still praying for that JV. Still praying.
   Ok, those are all the updates. I don't lead a very exciting life.
   Gather round children, and let me tell you a story. It's a story about how I became who I am today. The event that impacted how I live my life today.
   The 2009 MTV Video Music Awards. Bear with me. See, as everybody knows, that was the year that Kanye West jumped up on the stage to announce that Beyonce's "Single Ladies" was "one of the best videos of all time." Here's a hint: that's not true. But of course, it caused a huge backlash, controversy, blah, blah, blah. The most important part is that Kanye was, for a short while, an internet meme. Some were funny, some weren't and some I genuinely didn't understand. Like this one.
   I was thinking, "What is this weird-ass image with Kanye West and what appears to be a retarded black boy?" So I googled Tay Zonday, having no idea what to expect. I then discovered the Chocolate Rain phenomenon. For some reason, I couldn't stop listening to the crazy teenager (Tay Zonday is actually 27) going off in his ridiculous voice about "racism." I wanted to find more out about him, so I clicked on his YouTube channel.
   Now here's the thick of the plot, because the video that started playing upon clicking on Tay's username was this.
   It's a Tay Zonday song, whatever. But the part of the creepy white guy towards the end of the video was stuck in my head forever. This story, dear children, is that of how I became a rap fan. At this point in my life, I had no real interest in music. My favorite band was the Gorillaz, but I only owned one CD of theirs, and I didn't listen to it often. I was in that state where I thought rap was dumb.
   All I had heard of rap was... I dunno. But I was under the impression that all rap was about sex, drugs, money, and alcohol. And back then I wasn't into stuff like that. But the man that Tay called "waxandherbalt" was a revelation. I had to go to his channel, too. Bam.
   Holy shit.
   Holy fucking shit.
   HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
   This was rap. And it was beautiful. Meaningful. Interesting. I didn't want to admit I liked it. What would people think when I said I was a rap fan? But I couldn't stop listening. I listened to it over and over, spent hours relistening until I could memorize the lyrics. Until yesterday, I hadn't listened to it in like two months. I still knew the words, they come natural to me.
   This duo was fantastic. I made a YouTube account so I could subscribe to both the white guy (who I had figured out by this point was Wax, one half of "Wax and Herbal T") and the Korean guy. A few days later, the Korean, whose name I got as "Dumbfoundead" posted my favorite song ever. Ever.
   And from there, I was a rap fan. When I got an iPod for Christmas this past year, "Wax and DFD are Clockwise" was the first album I purchased. Since then, I've gotten acclimated with other underground rappers, and some mainstream artists, too.
   So, I'm a rap fan. And people think I'm a douche.

Shit dawg, whatchu tryna pull?

Song of the Day: Party Rock Anthem (LMFAO)
   God, I hate that song. So, sorry for the lack of quality posts here for awhile. Not really though, they were funny. Things that have happened to me since my last real update to this blog:

• I turned 15

   I don't lead a very exciting life. But in seriousness, I got back from Hawai'i on the 27th of June, to come home to the most wonderful Albuquerque International Airport. Except it wasn't wonderful, because it was 93 degrees. See, in Hawai'i, it's ok when it's hot, cuz it's also wet. Here it's dry. And the WHOLE GODDAMN STATE IS ON FIRE.
   I only spent one day back here in New Mexico before it's off to Ohio. Now, I was glad to get away from the heat, but you have to understand that Ohio is not a good place, no matter how much Ohioans deny that. Especially Columbus. Columbus is made of Catholic schools, churches, and strip malls. And rain. And I was going to Ohio to go to my grandma's wedding. The woman is 77.
   It was kinda cool to see my family again though. My mom's side of the family (in Hawai'i) is very small, as opposed to my dad's side. My dad has seven brothers and sisters, and all but one has at least two kids. I have a really, really hard time remembering all my cousins' names. But I got to see a few who I haven't seen in years. My cousin Connor is going to be a sophomore in college, and he's playing wide reciever for the University of Wisconsin. That's cool. My cousin Rory plays college basketball. So he's basically just my idol.
   The wedding itself was horribly awkward. My whole family is pretty Catholic, so as they were reciting prayers n' shit, I was like, "Who the fuck is Jesus?" Just kidding, I really like Jesus as a historical figure. But whatever. It was ok.
   Now, I am back in New Mexico, and my summer is rolling. I really, really, really, ant to try out for Santa Fe High's basketball team. I've definitely already mentioned this, but I'm going to a new school this upcoming year, and it has no sports program. However, I can still play sports at other high schools. I'm not very good at basketball. But my goal is to be good enough by the end of the summer to make the Junior Varsity.
   To acheive that, I've been reading a book. My uncle gave it to me in Hawai'i, because he used to coach. It's old, and very campy, but it's truthfully a pretty useful book. I've also been watching ShotScience. I'm shooting upwards of 150 shots a day, so I hope that at the very least, I can be a few quick points on the team when the team needs it (which is often, I believe I mentioned in an old post that Santa Fe High is awful at every sport ever).
   In other news, I read The Alchemist. By Paulo Coelho. Holy shit. Fan-fucking-tastic. All I'll say is that I've read it three times. So, end of this long-ass post, too bad it wasn't interesting.

Sometimes People Don't Get Things

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WORK LIKE THIS












I'm coming home

BRs Report

   So, I decided not to write a tourney report for le first day of Battle Roads, ‘cause I went 2-2 and that’s no good.  Saturday did have highlights, however, such as meeting out friend Malcom who works at Burger King.  But, I did good Sunday.  So, we started off by sleeping over at Pill’s house, me, Noah, Anson, and Pill.  Pill is Noah’s friend, and Saturday was the first day I met him.  He’s a cool kid, and our night was spent building decks and playing 20 questions.

   I played Kingdra/Jumpluff, because I’ve spent my time since States perfecting my list.  And I’m addicted to Jumpluff, dammit.  Jumpluff is fuckin’ terrible HGSS-on, so this was my last chance.  I only made two changes from Saturday to Sunday: adding in Froslass and Roserade GL.  The ride to Peralta was lulzy, being pretty long and cramped. 

   “Hey, 6D, what the fuck is Peralta?”

   Well, it’s this sick town a bit south of Albuquerque (“Hey, 6D, what the fuck is Albuquerque?”), and it consists of essentially some farms, a shitty dollar store, and Raven’s Hollow Games.  We registered early and had plenny of time to derp around testing and trading.  The tourney was three rounds, cutting the top two.

Round One: vs. ReshiBoar

   This was a sick game.  I knew he was playing ReshiBoar because he was playing the same thing yesterday and I saw his cards as he was shuffling.  I was pretty worried, because I have a bad match-up against basically any Fire deck, due to Jumpluff’s weakness and the effect of Dragon Steam.  I played pretty bad, kinda fuckin’ around early game to mess with his set-up.  That ended up as a bad move, because he got set-up nonetheless.  We traded a couple prizes until it was 3-2, his lead.

   At this point, we ran out of time and were forced into Plus Three.  He had nothing to do and passed, so it would go me, him, me.  He had some damaged Reshirams out (one belted), an Emboar, and a Nintales.  Now, I played really, really, well.  I used Froslass to drag up the belted Reshiram on his bench that had no energy, and then retreated out to Roserade.  I timed my Poison Binds so that he died after his turn and I could take the last prize and win 2-0.

   He turned out to be a cool kid, and we talked a bit after the match.  I wish I could remember his name…

1-0

Round Two: vs. BlazeGar

   Now I was playing Pill.  He was running this pretty slick Blaziken FB/Gengar SF build that Anson had built him, and he used it to beat Anson in Round One.  Our match was kinda uneventful, we were tied at three prizes after he hit a Fainting Spell on a belted Jumpluff.  After that, though, he couldn’t get much out, and I used a good Poison Bind to avoid a second Fainting Spell.  I lock up a Crobat with Roserade for the last prize and win, 2-0.

2-0

Round Three: vs. LuxChomp

   Yay, now I get to play Noah.  Playing two friends in a row, it’s just the best.  Now, I rarely play against LuxChomp, usually I’m not doing well enough in the tournament to play the higher-tiered decks, and I hate playing SP so I don’t usually test against it.

   If I win this, I get Top Cut.  If not, Top Cut will be Noah and Anson.  I got a terrible lone Hoppip start, but I go first and set-up pretty well (despite a five card Set-Up being Sprayed) to avoid the donk.  He sets up too, and we trade a couple prizes.  However, I slowed him with Mesprit’s Psychic Bind, and I used that to avoid some Bright Looks and Healing Breathes that would have been crucial.  I don’t remember much of the game, we both made pretty standard plays.  We did well, but I got the 2-0 win.

3-0

Top Cut: Game One

   Nice, 3-0.  This leaves me as the only undefeated dude in the tourney, so I obviously make Top.  So, now me and Noah play in Top.  It was kinda lame that we had to play three games in a row, but whatever.  It was pretty similar to the Swiss game, neither of us had particularly great starts, but we nonetheless got a decent set up going by T2.  I did, however, get  rolling better than he did in the early game, due to some good Mesprit use (and him not getting any Power Sprays).  We traded a few prizes, but I was able to make a good late game play to bring up Crobat G and Poison Bind it for the last prize.

4-0

Top Cut: Game Two

   Unfortunately, this game wasn’t too much fun.  We were both kind of bored by this point, and the game wasn’t particularly close.  I don’t even remember that much of it, just “Mass Attack for KO.”  I believe I pulled out the game 3-0 as I gazed in anticipation at the Victory Medal.

5-0

So, yeah, I had a good day.  Not great, but who the hell cares when you win?

Props:

-Weird, last-minute SP techs

-Winning

-Getting Samurotts (gots to prepare for next format, ya dig?)

-Cool decks

-Eric Roybal

-Shaq

-Eric Roybal

-Eric Roybal

Slops:

-Lame fucking games in Top

-Playing Noah three times in a row

-Anson and Pill doing less than glorious

-Leaving my binder at the tourney

   Oh yeah, I'm in Hawaii now.  So if updates come slower, that's why.

How Will Smith got Even Better

   Around yesterday, Will Smith was chosen.  He woke up one day in his Miami Beach/Los Angeles/Stockholm mansion to a familiar face: that of Morgan Freeman.  It took but a second for him to realize it was not Freeman himself, but God in Freeman's guise.
   "What up, God?" asked Will casually.  "Why you lookin' like Morgan Freeman, just 'cuz I'm black?"  He laughed.
   Morgan Freeman's always-soothing voice sounded, "Actually, Will, that's why I'm here. It has been decided that you no longer are."
   Will looked at Freeman, who was still smiling.  "What... what do you mean, God?" he stammered.  "What... I just... what? I've been black my whole life... how can something like that just change?"
   Freeman chuckled and patted Will on the shoulder, reassuring him.  "Don't misunderstand, Will. This is a good thing! No longer are you bound by the limits of race. Though it may take humans awhile to understand, you have transcended blackness. It was decided."
   "By who?"
   "The Council."  God snapped his fingers and three more figures materialized in Will's bedroom: Shaquille O'Neal, Pokemon player Joshua Henry, and Malcom the Burger King employee.  They took turns speaking.
   "Hey, Will, I know you must be busy," started Shaq, "but maybe if you're free one day you can come down to Peralta and we can play a game of one-on-one. Not that I expect to win or anything."
   Joshua was next.  "And hey, while you're there, you may as well trot over to Albuquerque so we can playtest. I dunno if you heard, but the next format is HGSS-on. The Chandelure from Red Collection is the nect BDIF."
   Malcom coughed before his turn.  "Hey Will," he began, "I'm sorry we got rid of the Buck Double, I know you liked it. We're bringing it back just for you, and here's a coupon that will let yu get them free. All day, Erryday."
   "Thanks for the offers," said Will, "but I'm already working on my next film. And also album."  He continued, "Actually, my kids'll be up soon and I gotta start the strenuous workout that I do everyday."
   But as the foursome of great black men started to leave, Will stopped them.  "Am... I the only one?" he asked God.
   God smiled and Freeman's wonderful voice boomed, "Oh, no. Bill Cosby, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Stevie Wonder, the list goes on. We're considering Li'l Wayne for next year, but we don't want him to stop using 'nigga' in his songs."

It Ain't No Thing

   Song of the Day: Demon Days (Gorillaz)
   Just a boring ol' update.  School is out. We technically have it today, but I finished all my finals on Wednesday so I was like, "Fuck it."  Even if I wanted to, I probably couldn't have.  I sprained my wrist on Wednesday, and it hurt.  It's not bad anymore, but I still couldn't go out and play basketball.
   Wanna hear how it happened?  Well, we went to play ball like usual on Wednesday, but there were some other kids there.  They seemed a bit younger, but they were a full team.  They were running through plays with their coach.  After awhile, the coach asked us if we wanted to play a quick 5-on-5 game.  We agreed.  They smashed us.  Like, bad.  None of us could score, and we don't know at all how to play defense, having never really been on a team.
   But I hurt my wrist getting a block.  My final stats for the game: two rebounds, two turnovers, and a block.  But it was a beautiful block.  It went straight to Miguel and ended up as a couple of points.  But yeah.
   You, know, I never really gave credit to people who hurt their non-dominant hand.  When my friends broke their arms in the past, I'd be like, "Well, at least you didn't hurt the one you write with!"  But I've found it shockingly hard the past couple of days to do things one-handed.  Like opening bottles.  I have to hold it awkwardly in my elbow while I open it.
   In other news, good ol' Blizzard has sent me a free trial of Cataclysm.  I'm sitting at 79 right now, and I'm not sure if I wanna do some more Lich King content or jump right into Cata.  I'm thinking the latter.  I'd like to start doing the end-game content that other people are doing.