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Name: Jamaal
Location: Michigan, United States
Birthday: 4/14/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: I like everything dealing with fitness.
Expertise: Sports, and theater
aim: JrRoxxx
Occupation: Student
Industry: Medical
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/9/2003
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| In the middle of all the drama...there are my boys.
The WEEKEND IS UPON US! I'm kinda sad to be honest. I mean, I've looked
forward to the next 4 days since the beginning of the year, and now
here we are. Ready to go through with it. What will happen? Will we get
in trouble...will it be bland because of the increased police presence?
Will it go off without a hitch? We are coming strong for Halloween too.
Wrestlers. For those of you at Southfield-Lathrup High...you know I
will be dusting off my old nickname, and being THE ROCK. It's been a
long time since I've gotten to speak the words of the great one, and
one of my personal heros. So it will be good to relive some of high
school. It kinda reminds me of Steve. I feel badly for the way things
went our freshman year. I mean, I should have been a bigger man than I
was about the situation...but, honestly it was weird. I hope to have
grown from that, and in the years since. He would really enjoy this
Halloween.
I spent last weekend at GVSU. They used to be good apparently. However
didn't show it against Northwood. GVSU's QB decided that Northwood DB's
could catch better than GVSU recievers, so he passed to them whenever
the opporitunity came up. GVSU is weak compared to CMU on the party
scene...though there were some hotties. I'll take Sunny CMU anyday. I
was late to MY FOOTBALL GAME. But Da Hoisters prevailed in my absence.
In the Co Rec game, your's truly showed why I should be wearing Maze
and Blue with a big number 1 on my back. Going off for sick yardage,
with a touch. To top it off...this man is a lock up at safety...3 picks.
On the female front, some will be left behind. But others will be
welcomed back. And can someone tell me why guys have become boring??
Now ladies...would you rather sit around watching a movie, with no
other activity aside from making out, possibly sex. Or would you rather
do something constructive, like be invited over for some dinner...or
perhaps making cookies...or carving pumpkins if the time is right...AND
THEN WATCHING A MOVIE with all the other stuff? I don't know...a couple
of my friends seem to think that making cookies is laughable. I find it
better than just sitting at a screen nad trying to make a move on a
girl. *Shrug* but what do I know? Not like I get girls or anything
*Sarcasm*
And in pure vanity...I have gained almost 10 pounds so far this
year...and NO % BODY FAT. YESSIR! This man is now 176.1 and still 7%
bodyfat...which means...ladies...feel free to holla...friends of
friends...you too. I'm out....ONE!
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| - Drop It Like It's Hot f/ Pharell -
YES!!! WEEKEND COMPLETED!
And a perfect one at that. Jesus...Thursday night was bordering on
bust...but then, JD came calling for some Wayside action! So...properly
hydrated  I wandered to the Club. And let
me tell you, I saw some things there that made me miss Lathrup. WOW!
All I gots to say is...the womens sprint team made ALL the girls step
their games up...and they did. Great night.
Then comes Friday...the alleged "chill night." Me and the birthday boy
Beno went to see the Mt. Pleasant HS Football game...in the wrost
weather conditions ever. It was their homecoming...and they gave
Chesaning that business! Afterwards we met up JD Jazzy Jeff, and found
ourselves pounding down the suds. Watched a little more football, and
relived the war stories of being walked in on by parents, roommates and
such. Much more went on than can be spoken of in this journal...but let
me tell you...IF THESE WALLS COULD TALK!!!! YESSIR
Saturday was the day we had all been waiting for. N1's first gig of the
year in celebration of the 21st birthday Of B. CBeno. This party did
NOT disappoint. Everyone came out, and we had Deerfield security in our
back pockets. So the entire night...no security...and most importantly
NO ISABELLA COUNTY SHERIFFS! Mickeys Ice dawned my side, true Brad and
Randy (Real World San Diego) style. The music was off that chain...the
dancing was incredible...the cake...the people! 100% phenominal. Hope
we gave that man his best birthday ever...
But wait! There is so much more...
Sunday was Football day for Da Hoisters. And each of us...being at that
party were...lets say "groggy" the morning after. So we all sat around
trying to recover prior to this game. I honestly thought we weren't
gonna make it. At Noon, I could not see myself running around two hours
later. As we scraped to gather our composure...we decided to play some
music to amp ourselves up...and let me tell you, we decided to play
that hot shit. A perfect song to describe the mood...I Believe -Blessed
Union of Souls. YESSIR. And we got hyped...more hype than ever...and we
marched to that cold rainy field....and we met with the team known as
Townie Stompers Too...And we proceded to "Stomp" into their "Town" and
burn it down. Final score, 40 - 0. Fully amped we headed back to
actually begin the REAL celebration. BBQed, Pizza'ed...with the plan of
going to the Wayside, on a Sunday, for oldies night. We were all very
offish about the night the Wayside would yield...but this was quickly
surpressed as we arrived...and found the wayside almost dead...and that
we were in fact the party. And then, we ran that shit. Oldies Night was
our night, as our crew took over. A-town stomping to Hey Mickey You're
So Fine....Harlem Shaking to YMCA...Popping That Thang to Girls
Just Want To Have Fun, C Walking to Celebrate Good Times. We started a
thunderclap train, in which EVERYONE in the club participated in...And
most importantly we owned the stage. And no one was worried about what
girl who was gonna hook up with. Or what couple was fighting. We shut
that shit DOWN! And all was well.
And that wrapped up a perfect weekend. And all eyes now shift...To
Central-Western-Halloweekend. The PO's are threatening to shut the town
down...But with a crew as full of fire as we are...Can they stop us??
HOLLA BACK!
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| I had something else here...but I don't even wanna do that shit.
Journal fighting is dumb...but I guess better than real fighting.
Now to what's important...Tonight is going to be hype. I have gotten
the Mickey Ice, and those who wont leave me are gonna be around.
Getting glowed up. I'm not sure where we are going, but...it promises
hypeness. Things with that chick probably aren't going that great
either...so...I am more than ready to get further into the grind.
Man...two Thursday's in a row I hope are classic. Let's go over what
happend last Thursday...since I am finally remembering...I went to my
friends from that young dinner date type thing, and immediately
proceded to claim my namesake (I'm Mr. 151 around here) 3 shots...Done.
Then I got loud...and rowdy. And My friends were like...DUDE, you
cannot be an asshole in front of that girl...So I was like...oh
yeah...I then rinsed that news down WITH...another shot. So now I'm
beyond the point of standing...but somehow I still am, and then (And
you Lathrup people remember my boy band tendencies) someone starts
playing the RnB JAMS on the radio. Tyrese and shit...so I start wailing
some Tyrese to an Apartment FULL of people. I'm up on the couch, and
apparently someone hands me a hash pipe for a microphone. Then my boys
join in...and we are breaking down some Sweet Lady to the sweet ladies
in the room. And that girl is one of those there...perhaps this is why
she looks at me different. HAHAHAHA SHE REMEMBERED THAT NIGHT TOO!
That's alright...I'm starting to feel better about life in general.
In an entirely unrelated story...MAN...did I discover the best sex song
ever....R Kelly, man...it's old too. Prolly everyone knows it. But
"Strip For You" that is the shit. That's my attitude. That's my jam
now...that's my pick up line...oh God...LETS GO!!! THIRSTY THURSDAY
BEGINS.......
NOW!
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| Yes...so after reading that journal entry...that WILL BE all. Friends is now friends...I wish I'd have read it sooner.
On to FOOTBALL...Da Hoisters rolled into town and straight SPANKED the
mullets, 31-6. MERCY RULE in effect. JR Ross, 1 PAT conversion, 5
tackles, 1 SACK. UNCLE RAY RAY OVER HURR. I need to muster more fan
support...groopie love and such. Maybe I can get that little blonde
girl to come out, if I was a decent guy and deserved it she prolly
would. But the cosmos will get me for what I've done...so I don't
expect much from this. SO BACK TO THE WEIGHT ROOM. CAUSE I GOTTA HIT
SOMEBODY!
On a personal note, and clearing of my own mind on an online
journal...that I'm anticipating that no one will read, because that's
safe...I'll go ahead and open up about some feelings of inadequacy that
I don't understand even in myself. Here's a question for myself. "Self,
why don't you feel as comfortable around women as you used to, have you
gone soft?" So I've been out on one solid date....as usual with no idea
how the young lady thought of the date...or even going on it. But all
reports after the date said that she was very excited to be out with
yours truly. Even the many times she thanked me for the dinner, and
even the day after phone call to apologize for a small
misunderstanding, more thanking for the dinner, and even the agreement
that we should do it again. I still feel like I have NO CHANCE IN HELL.
I don't even remotely understand me. Well...there is this coincidence
that I just can't push aside...the fact that the last time I went out
with a girl from The Towers, it didn't go so well...and I kinda had the
same feelings...except this girl is far better in every aspect....but
the coincidence isn't that they both come from the Towers...or even the
feeling...THEY STAY IN THE SAME ROOM! *08 Freshman year...*08 Senior
year...the sins of the past, eh? I'm not generally superstitious...BUT
OH MY GOD.
And do you know the worst part?? I don't even want to take this
seriously. LOL. I just want to chill...I might need to remove myself
from that situation...before the player gets straight played..OR
SIDELINED FOR THE YEAR with and ankle injury...or the ball and chain
variety. I'm out...STUDY TIME! HOLLA....WRINKLE!!!
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| Yeah...Only six people showed up, and STILL gave them that biz! 18-12. What did you expect would happen?
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