The phrase "words can't express how I feel right now" is about to get served, watch me

On May 13th, 2010, at approximately 9:38am, the joyous sound of the song Feel Good, by Chip the Ripper, echoed through out my apartment as I sat back in my desk in pure ecstasy. An epic battle commenced seven days prior, one of grit, endurance, and multiple all-nighter awesomenesses. As my boy Graf would say, "Boys, it's time to put it to the grindstone. We're not into winning games, we're into winning championships." And I did just that...

At the end of the 3rd quarter, I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and held 4 fingers high in the air. As another wild semester came to a close, the first couple quarters of the game culminated with less than 100% effort from the home team. However, the past is the past, and the 4th quarter is where you man up and find out how much fight the dog really has.

StallB: 5...Exams:0...straight up domination.


Also,

I eventually came to realize that Helen C. White was a little less complicated than I thought. In fact, she is so un-complicated that it's straight up confusing. I finished my 4th of 5 exams last night and immediately came to Miss White thinking I could get one final shot at capturing her heart. As I sat in a cubicle of the 3rd floor quiet room (the one where you go if you're greek and want to be recognized), I peered over the edge and finally figured it out. Helen's easy, it's as simple as that. With my dignity and pride in hand, I seceded to the thousands of other males, not to mention females, who have been after the same pursuit as I. I'm not sure if anyone's had any luck, but the odds were stacked against me, and no one plays me like that.

Next year I plan on playing a full game, not just the 4th quarter. I may have been able to get by with that 4th quarter attitude in High School, but when you're called up to the big leagues, you better step it up. Trust me, I learned it the hard way. Luckily time is on my side.


It's summer. Brewskis and beautiful babes here I come,

-StallB



(I would have posted Chip the Rip's song Feel Good, however, I promised my mother there would be no profanities on the blog. I'm a man of my word.)