I know Xanga is still a rich and popular company, but I still want to help. Here are Xanga exclusive graduation photos of me.

Eight years and one month later, I've tied my personal record of four goals in a soccer game!

http://endlessmike03.xanga.com/2008/08/13/statements/

I play with the kids at my school. I had two assists also so probably my greatest ever footy performance.

The first goal I was standing by the post and tipped in a shot.

The second goal, I was standing by the goal again and a guy headed it and it bounced off my chest and in! That's called a "Chester", probably.

For third goal, I pulled some And1 magic and put it past the keeper.

For the fourth, I kicked it from about 8 yards out, bent it like Beckham, and in!

What a performance. Maybe sleeping 14 hours last night helped. Then I got all these side stitches and monkeys on my side so I zombied around for a while. 12,000 steps or so in the match.

Hooray, soccer.

Faithful readers are well aware that I was once marked as an enemy by a predatory wasp.

http://endlessmike03.xanga.com/2010/10/22/hornets-hornets/

It was then that I learned that when a wasp sticks his stinger in you, he injects a pheromone that stays with you forever in order to tell any other wasps you come around with that you are a bad person that should be stung again!

Well, I was hunting Pokemon in downtown Minneapolis and felt a pain in my left arm near my armpit area. I stopped into a coffee shop to investigate. I have since probably confirmed that it was a wasp that stung me!

That was a rude move.

But joke's on the Hymenopetra order, because I survived.

We shall meet again... one day.

i used to think I'd like a chronicle of my life. But looking at this blog makes me so sad. I miss everyone. I miss everything.

I miss you.

You can't fight this. It's everywhere. Everyone incites my anger. Everyone incites my pain. We are doomed. It's over. If people are alive in 3000 AD, my ghost will be very surprised.
We are caught in such a strange time. An unfortunate time though. The fact is, a majority of the human population doesn't know how a pulley works. Far less have the slightest clue about a microchip.
But science and technology are the bases of our current society.
Geeks are celebrated; but, it's the flunked that like comic books, not those geniuses that explore the world.
It's over. Too far, too fast. Everything is crumbling at its foundation.
I won't be one of the voices screaming.

In a massive Simon and Garfunkel mood today, especially the last few hours.
This is after a long (a couple weeks) obsession with the BBC show "Peep Show".
Simon and Garfunkel's greatest hits: definitely a major part of the soundtrack to my childhood.

Phone started beeping with an Amber Alert. Black Escalade. License plate BM32547.
Amber Alert location: Harris County.
Oh no. Not them again. They're back.
It says an immediate threat to life and danger. Also that's ongoing.
How did they find me?
Why are they looking for me?
What does this world and all the people in it really mean?
Uh oh. Just heard a big truck thing pull up.
Sounds like an Escalade.
Need to bar the doors.

I keep muttering "son of a bitch" to myself under my breath. All day long.
For lots of reasons.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissistic_personality_disorder
Son of a bitch.

Son of a bitch

Every time I smell burning wood in the cold air, it reminds me of winter trips with my Dad, especially this Colorado one. Looking back, serves as an early indicator of my future alma mater, my love of hoodies, and my Hunger Games weapon of choice (tomahawk).

Yes. Have a plan, stick to the plan. Have a plan for everything. Plans are good. Managing is good. I know how to manage and plan and organize. I can do it well. Just need to apply it to everything possible. The time has come.