I'm Fucking Craig

So there was no game to speak of yesterday, which was a bummer. But it was fun to be able to play and practice with a bunch of people without the pressure of losing. after all, in a game sometimes nothing much happens in the outfield (but a few fumbles and stumbles) and you only get to bat once or 2ice. it's tough to get better that way.
everyone seemed pretty disheartened that the game was off so no one seemed in the mood do to anything social. so everyone left and joe day and i hung out at the truck and had a drink, put some tunes on, and got eaten alive by mosquitos. it was about 9:45 i think and i was going to see if i could get a few drinks offsale at a bar in town and joe followed me there. we went in for a drink and there was no offsale so we decided to stay a bit longer. woody and what's her name were there having drinks but they left shortly after our arrival. with just the two of us i suggested we play some pool, but as we were about to we were approached by this short stocky girl and her old friend wanting to play doubles. so we agreed.
we played the first game and lost so joe came up with this strategy that we would act like psychos out of the institution on a 72 hour pass. so we were acting obnoxious and making noises, hitting our cue against the bar and talking out loud about how we have to win cause our pass is almost up. that won us the second game but we still lost the third and had to buy a drink (we were playing 2outa3 for a drink) the next four or five games we played each for a drink and i think we only won one-barely. joes game was pretty off, i was as bad as usual. we played untill they couldn't drink anymore, which ruined my suggestion (plan B: get them hammered till they can't play well). Joes response to that was like "so we keep losing to them and buying them drinks until they lose"? but that was only working on us. after they couldn't drink anymore the girl left and the guy wanted to play for money. bad idea. joe played for 10 then 20 and lost so as a joke i played for 5 cos i knew i'd lose. but i broke and missed then the guy ran the table on me but sunk the cue with the 8, i win. so we were done with that and i won't mention me beating joe for 5 bucks either, ok-joe.
so it was like 12-12:30 and joe wants to eat, but i need to get up at 4:30. so i tried to decline, but he said he'd spot me the food so i couldn't turn him down. it was a pretty fun time but i'm not at all a fan of that getting home at 1:30ish am.

Sorry for posting that pic if i already did, i'm a moron someti.....usually.

i hope this works because i don't know live journal well but this is my brother levi. he's getting pretty big and knows lot's of words. he speaks well for his age. i meant to post this public a while back but never got around to it. so dig.

I think i adhere a bit too well the concept of anything worth doing is worth doing well or not at all, and i want to master whatever it is. Though, not for recognition, for myself. I get so overwhelmed by variables that i beat myself down about mundane things. i have high hopes and often higher expectations and even more often do i accomplish nothing. I like to say anxiety and the definition applies, but just slap me
i hate cleaning. Not so much that it can be a tedious task but that there are so many things and i'm never sure where they all should go. it's also warm and i hate the feeling of a film on my skin after just having glistened. it makes me want to shower, i don't like being shiny.
it was an interesting weekend. I played horribly at a softball game set i arrived late for. I was strung out from trying to keep myself up longer than i should again. I feel like I let everyone down by not doing as well as i know i can, but when don't i. though, I try to remember that you don't apologize for performing poorly, you do better. I struggle with that. It was cool that Joe day was able to come up though. After the game we got to go to the bar and have some drinks with the whole crew. it was great. from there we went to the bar and danced and played some pool. Eric was hammered. we even got to go to an after party :), but i turned in before that fire was extinguished. I ended up waking up late into the next day. to late in fact for me to drive home and have my motorcycle licensed. Again i was dissappointed in me. But i was able to get a hold of matt who had the night off and headed to his place. He had already been drinking a bit because his girlfriend for too long (jenny) had just up and left for Georgia out of the blue. she had a few bags packed in another room with the door closed so i'm sure he wasn't supposed to know. But people around town did. that's dumb. So after talking him out of setting all her shit on fire and getting lost in a detour around lake mills for a half-hour we decided to go to the Argon in albert lea. it's a seedy bar/place where there are boobs, where creeps and weirdos hang out, but they serve beer. All the ladies dancing are pretty old and strung out and more funny than anything. The one that matt and i got the closest too asked me "seriously" how drunk she looked, she was hammered. She said she just did a huge line of coke. she asked matt if he had any extacy, then she bit his cock. we played some pool and then went to his place and jammed a bit. the next day we went to my parents and grilled some meat. talked with my dad a bit about softball and golf and then went to wells and washed our cars. Matt got a call about going to some party out in the country where there were supposed to be enough people to drink 22 kegs worth of beer. we both had to work the next day so we decided that it would be ok to just check it out. personally i had never heard of someone having so many drinks just at their house. upon approaching the place we could see these flashing colored lights a few miles in the distance and i thought it was funny because it was late and we were sure it was the cops. but as we got closer we could see that it was lights for a dj. it was a farm house but there were so many cars in the driveway and lawn and trucks in the ditches and field across the street that we had to park in a field drive down the road and walk. it was a real sight. there was even a band that played there that i had seen in waseca a few weeks back a bar. when i talked to them at the bar they said they would play me some alice in chains and stone temple pilots, so i tried to get them to at this party but they didn't have their usual bass player and couldn't. that was a bummer. they are a neat group though. just a trio. and the drummer sings, and well. but they're all pretty big dudes. we thought for sure we were going to see jenny there but there was no sign of her. we laughed about it later. what a ho. we left about quarter to 2. i showered at his place and drove my ass 3 hours to work. i stopped at trails truck stop and got gas and energade surprisingly. i didn't feel super tired but kind of silly by the time i got to work. i got to work with steph and paul and that was cool. it makes me laugh everytime i hear the killers when i work with those two because i was with them when i found out what band sang the song Mr. bright eyes. this was the third time we heard it as a trio. i really dig that song. it never seems to get old. i think my favorite off the album is "on top" though. I went home and slept till 4:00 the next morning. which would be today. i missed softball practice, which i set my alarm for, but didn't hear good things about it. worked with jason today and all was good. supposed to have a softball game tonight, have to find out what time though, hope that goes well.
yee haw

xmas party at craigchrist's house!!

craigchrist craigchrist</strong> drank 4 tequilas, 7 cognacs, 8 aligator bites, 11 white russians, 12 sherrys and 4 poteens. craigchrist</strong> moaned continually throughout the evening, calling rubygloomrox</strong> a dirty sober bastard. rubygloomrox</strong> proceeded to beat craigchrist</strong> with a claw hammer. Wait a minute, don't approach them! They might attack! Stop feeling my ass craigchrist</strong>! Stop it! rubygloomrox rubygloomrox</strong> drank 5 coffee liqueurs, 11 rums, 10 aligator bites, 6 kahluas and 11 white russians. ironteddybear ironteddybear</strong> drank 10 brandys, 3 aligator bites, 2 everclears and 9 white russians. psycho_nothing psycho_nothing</strong> drank 4 absinthes and 15 sambuccas. Well it must have been a good party! A total of 2 people barfed everywhere including craigchrist</strong>, rubygloomrox</strong>.

the other day i got to watch some movies with tishes grandma. it was a fun time. we watched dodgeball and dawn of the dead. i think she enjoyed herself watching them. it was neat to watch movies with someone interested and have them actually pay attention. wish i could watch movies with my parents like that, but it seems more and more that there are so few things i can share with them that hold their interest. tish told me i should write about that. so i couldn't let that slip by. it was a unique experience.
tish likes to look at naked chicks online.
i wish journaling were a little less complicated so i could put in pictures and talk about them but i guess i'm new at the whole thing and i'm just struggling for topics to write on. but um, if you like games and havn't played the new pain killer game. it's better than it seems by looking at the box. it's a fun and refreshing take on the fps genre and runs well on older pc's. it's pretty medievil and has a lot of gorgeous gothic cathedrals and art. there is also plenty of blood and gore for those of us who just can't kill enough people in the average day. i think you'll love it.
i have a virus so i'm preparing myself to reformat. i was looking at some of tishes porn and was instantly infected. she likes that nasty shit. the kind of crap that you can only find on websites from other countries.
tish and i went bowning the other day. for those of you who missed out on it you didn't miss out because bowning never really happens it's kind of a myth that i joke about here and there. but if you missed out on the bowling, that's another story. eric and joe day and i, tish myles and steph..........oh and matt. and probably some other people went bowling and drank lots of beer and had a great time. insert pictures here. those of you who should have gone like mikey d, should have been practicing supergayness on a day when there wasn't shit cooler going on like bowling with cool-asses. no, supergayness is not funner.... more fun. and big-mizzyke couldn't go because he was excused. unfortunately, all who attended were saddened that we could not witness the "waddle of death" which is his primo move in bowling.....also in bowning. and terry jo was not able to attend because she could not find her ball which apparently matt stole as an offensive tactic. he was probably aware of the stomping that would have insued otherwise. actually i think she was shopping or something just slightly more lame than hanging with us homeys. maybe she was bowning. jason, who was busy gaining infinite wizdom about computers that he will later share with me so we can continue our struggle for world domination (or who was shopping:( ) was excused. and shaun norgren, who no one really missed, can continue playing x-box untill his world crumbles beneath him. hey, but i don't wish anything negative on anyone. whodoesntdeserveitand to jeff simonson who didn't make it, we didn't invite because he didn't invite me and tish to his wedding and he's already getting his seniority back at work thereby knocking me down another notch on the scale of self-worth. you are only allowed so much positive karma. better lick next time jeff. and yeah i said lick. sometimes i'm lonely ok!!!!
and to james whateverhislastnameis who didn't show up and wasn't invited so we could all breathe. thank you for the oxygen. and to matt and jenny who couldn't make it. you bitch asses. you better make up for it by coming next time and by throwing some damn rocks. but actually you had to work so it's ok and we missed you even if some who came have never met you. and to aaron who couldn't come because he is struggling with tourettes, it's ok you can come when you calm down after you get your car fixed and pay for your 100$ speeding ticket. and to blaze who couldn't come because his car wouldn't start. it's ok man, it's what we expect. once again thank you all for coming to bowling. i hope you can all make it when we start a dodgeball league. i'm getting my balls ready.
and now i eat some food.

well i don't think tish is horrible. i just feel like we're often not on the same plane som..most of the time. i don't think i spend much time here on earth. i also often don't think i live in the same frame of time as everyone else. i feel like i watch life pass me by most of the time. i realize there is not enough time in my life to read every book, watch every movie, play every video game to the fullest, meet all the people i'd like to, and know about all the things i want to know about. (if i don't mention it, have sex at least a few more times than i can possibly stand) like i'll never be the master engine technician, or computer wizard, or musical genius, comedian actor big brother millionaire ghosthunter or the guy from doom. (pornstar) . i think about this all at once sometimes and how it's almost futile to even get off to a good start because the ammount of knowledge to be had is so overwhelming. (i guess i decided to write at a bad time). i think a lot of it has to do with that i've failed so often i could be on the olympic team. it makes it tougher and tougher to get started again.
i just watched that claymation Harvey Krumpett. man if that doesn't just want to make you die. i don't know how many times during that half hour animation i was saying in my head. "man you should just kill yourself". but then he'd just get naked and walk around with his little clay wiener just chillin'. but i know first hand that it doesn't make you RIGHT in the head or make everything cool again.
i wonder though, if people found you dead. what would they think if they found you dead and naked? i suppose it depends on what kind of pose you died in. but that would be a cool way to go i think. kind of shameless. almost like a "fuck you, i went naked". then they could all see how big your schlong was and you wouldn't care. you wouldn't even try to cover it up cos you're dead. just, there it is. but you know if there was a dead naked body. you would look at it's junk, even if it was just a glance or by accident you would. even if the head was all smashed in and gross like nothing you've ever seen before. you might look at that first, but then look to see what the situation was. but that's not bad. bad is when you look and think "yeah, the average just went down". but who would ever think shit like that. that's just dumb. "yup, those WERE real". but all i can say is you better leave a good story behind if you're gonna die naked.