Well it's been almost half a year.  There has been a few interesting happenings.

  Last night Italy wins.  Zidane what the hell were you thinking you dumbass.

Predictions:

1. Brazil wins the next world cup being led by Ronaldhino, and Portugal finishing second.

2.USA reach Quarters, and for the first time an African team will reach the semis.

3.I'll be there in Johanessberg, South Africa watchin it all unfold. 

One other thing.  Some of you may know a certain freind of mine, we won't mention names.  He had a "one night stand" about 10 months ago.  Just found out the lucky girl was pregnant with triplets and dumped them at his house.  Not choosing to marry this stranger, he quickly conjured a plan.  Took his new found kidlings to the hospital and found an empty crib and swapped a few names here and there and called it good.  You may think that this is heartless to the actual mothers who may be getting a month old baby, but i promise you these lil tikes have the best of genes.  I know the story isn't much, but I would like to wish the best of luck to our three favorite futures of America. 

Well it has been an amzing year. AND IN SEQUENCE:

It all started at the Janzens house.  It was a normal night.  Another hang out with all the friends.  And then Meghan Cotton came over.  She brought one her friends named Jess Gantt who I'd been around a couple times.  So quite randomly....Zach asked her to go to prom with me.  Meghan was in on it too.  So that was that.  By the end of the cruise, we were "official."  HOORAY.  I was pretty excited.  I was takin someone i barely knew to the prom.  But ofcourse i got to kno her pretty quick.  I hadn't been around a lot of junior girls like her........wait ya sophomore.......no no its jun...wait YEA sophomore.  And a few of the things we've done since Feb. 12 2005 include:::::

awkward first hot tub nights, first ride to wichita for soccer, jess bein scared of my parents, zoo visits, facial nights, concerts, almost dying at warped tour, witnessing the begining of Kaden, liking(but still hating) laguna, bradley fair, jess doing 3 flips in the air and then lying on my lap lifeless after getting murdered by the evil brown car, having a son...jew, coach carter, without a paddle stage where i started to hold her hand...but barely, first kiss...and remembering what i we were wearing and when and everything else about it, watching performances, anxiety attacks, routine hospital visits, long well worth it sick days jus keepin her confortable, jess arriving  randomly in the mornings makin my day, birthdays, pool days, SUMMER SUMMER, PROM itself, spontaneous dancing, marbel slab, jennings basement nights, watching her get impossibly prettier everyday, babysittin all the lil relatives, christmas hikes, bondfires, 711, ice skating, fallin in love, and realizing that i'm the luckiest guy in the world dating the most beautiful girl in the world..............figure if there is a time to be sappy, it's now.  (this is jus a fraction of what happened, but im being persuaded to get done quick......so a small summary we'll say)

HAPPY ONE YEAR JESS!................cant' wait to carry on.        

Well this weak my roomate left.  Guam flunked out.  DAMN that weed.  Well not the biggest surprise.  He was a good kid tho, realy was.  Left me a whole wardrobe.

I'll miss this kid 

___-----------------LOOK at that SSSShmile-----------------------------

Jess and I jus got back from the underground airport in Buenifuego, OK.  We waved goodbye as him and his Guamesian freind from Salina disapated into the oblivion, turning into nothing but a trail of smoke.  What happened at the airport was sworn to secrecy.  But since this is a private site, i'll update the events. ..........They thought Guam was a terrorist!  I'll admit, he does look like a big scary skin head.  Little known to our dismay, Billy Bob Thorton was there to stand tall for my islander friend.  Being the influential super star that Billy is, he quickly convinced the border patrol that Guam was nothing but a Pacific islander kid headed back home.......So we followed Guam through the metal detectors........

     Just as i went through, Jess noticed that my knife was still in my pocket.  Looking to save me the trouble and being the great person she is, she instinctively grabbed it only to be beeped herself, and was effortlessly thrown to the floor by security.  So of course i got pissed and retaliated.  I was quickly cuffed and backhanded across the face which made my nose bleed all over my new American Eagle shirt.  Now it looks like an eagle murder.  Those bastards.  We were literally drug across the cold lanolium floors till we were sped off to the Norman county jail.  We lived like animals, eating only stail bread and drinking the water from the communal showers.  YUCK.  We spent overnight there until Billy Bog released us on a 500,000 dollar bond in the morning.   Only pocket change for our hero. 

    Besides that, life is pretty normal.  Nothin too crazyily exciting. 

 With arms wide open!

............THIS IS BASICALLY LIKE LAGUNA.....MY LIFE.....ALL REAL...I SWEAR....ALL OF IT

The last few days have been a lil wild.  First Liz's evil baby infected Jess and I with Mad Cow disease.  It's mean to say "evil," cause the baby can't help it.  We both thew up over 100 times.  Now I also have no gall bladder.  Came right out.  Awful....................And besides being bedridden for three more weeks due to my organ loss, life is runnin pretty smooth.

Right before i got sick, my library boss got mad at me for not remembering how to make coffee.  You might think that's stupid to forget how.  But never making a pot in my life, is a pretty good escuse i'd say.  She is a nice lady, i jus had a panic attack.  So of course i angrily threw the leftover scorching hot pot of orange vanilla frapichino directly toward her face with the utmost intensity.  But not having the pinpoint accuracy that i used to have during my baseball years, i missed a lil low.  I ruined her Versachi suit with gucci cufflinks................Crazy thing is, the college hasn't seen nething this bold from a student in years and immediately promoted me to grades manager.  ANd being grades manager, i can now "conveniently" pass every class with a flawless A....................................................................I'll update again as soon as something interseting happens.   

Sucks when you can't help your loved ones as much as you'd like.  Being unapreciated is got to be the worst feeling in the world, or if thats not it, just the scare that it's possible.  But then again, do any of us actually apreciate our loved ones as much as we should.  Probably not.  I'm as, or more guilty than anyone else.  Little lessons you learn through life realy suck when they come back and bite you in the ass.  Wouldn't life be so easy if it was all set and concrete, without confusion.  But where the fuck would the thrill of living be then.  To all of you, all I can say is sorry, and I love you.--------Over and out.

P.S. I'm writing in the moment, don't wanna sound like a dick.