Thursday, February 26, 2009
The Encounter
It was just another typical day in my life, not much to look forward to as always. Maybe I should actually start "looking forward" rather than down at my feet when walking the hechtic, overcrowded streets of Stoney Creek... I was overly focused on my new, three hundred dollar black Dewayne Wade shoes, with appealing white and gold fabric laces. I then thought to myslef, "Who am I really kidding? Why am I wearing these?" I will never become a basketball player, Plaxico Burress has a better shot than I do. I made the next right onto "Mattdean" street and wanted to find the nearest shoe store to re-gain an understanding of who I really am. Still dazed into the world of Wade, I hit what appeared to be a brick wall. I fell right on my bum, thus falling right out of my shoes, literally. Before I built up any strength to put them back on, a hand then reached down to my aid. Still humiliated, I grabbed this random hand and made my way back to my cold, shivering feet. "I'm so sorry kid, gotta keep your head up next time" the voice proclaimed. "Aaah it's fine, maybe if you weren't so fat I could have avoided you" I responded. As I looked up, I grinned a highly sarcastic grin, until I reached his face. It was ex New York Giant Michael Strahan, my idol. "You really got a mouth eh kid?" Strahan asked. I became speechless as I admired the huge gap between his teeth. "Yes Sir, I unfortunately do.. may I please have your autograph?" I finally asked. As I scuffled through my bag, I heard his size 193 shoes march away, without giving me an answer. My feet still wet, soon became my face. There he goes, my idol, Mr. Fox NFL Sunday himself. I put my head down once more, but this time I had to look at my new brown socks. I continued down Mattdean street, tears rushing down my face, hopefully able to find some new shoes. At this point the shoes meant nothing to me though, I finally met Michael Strahan... and all I can see are two Dewanye Wade shoes stuffed in his back pocket, very similar to the ones i had just forgotte--... wait a minute.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Some of Lawrence's Likes, Besides Mike
Hardball- When G-Baby says his famous line of "That's some mother ****** bull****", he's definitely not talking about the movie he's acting in. Unlike most movies where Keanu Reeves is the star, Hardball is extremely touching and entertaining. Not only is Conor O'Neill coaching a boys baseball team (the very same sport I play..), the viewer notices a remarkable change from the gambling, selfish and arrogant O'Neill. He delivers a wonderful speech at G-Baby's funeral at the end of the movie, where we discover G-Baby himself delivered the game winning hit in the championship game. I am probably slightly more emotional than the next guy.. but I feel confident saying I wasn't the only one who shed a tear by the end of the film.
Arthur's Perfect Christmas <3- Perfect, enough said. This four-eyed, annoying aardvark, makes my Christmas ALMOST as spectacular as his. I don't need to explain the t.v show... if you haven't seen it, I'm surprised you're still living today. Like any normal episode, Arthur is doing something no other animal in the world can ever do. He buys his mother an extra special Christmas present (they're never satisfied), but the real problem occurs once he breaks the gift Christmas morning. With help from some random uncle who thinks he's an important character to this legendary show, Arthur is able to give a present to his mother in time, much to her satisfaction. I watch this one hour Christmas episode on TVO every year, and it just makes me happier than I've previously known possible.
Zelda and the Ocarina of Time- Who knew the one day I actually wanted my neighbour Dennis to come over, would end up being one of the most fulfilling days of my life. He brought over this random Nintendo 64 game, "Zelda and the Ocarina of Time". The very second he placed the oddly, rectangular shaped object into the system, I was hooked. It took me about a year to master this game, possibly the most productive year of my life. This game brought me tons of frustration, but I believe it helped me think "outside the box" and helped develop other skills that I continue to use today.
Rough Waters- Here it is again, Rough Waters. Scott and Gregg lose their parents to a tragic car accident. They're sent to live with a random uncle Rocky, whom they have never met. He ends up being the perfect fatherly figure for them, unlike Michael Phelps. By the end of the novel, Scott meets a pretty, that's right, a pretty girl (no need to be pessimistic) named Summer as Gregg finally overcomes his hatred for Rocky. The boys live a more fulfilling life than they had before at home. This novel made me realize some books are actually decent, and one can overcome ANYTHING.
MarioKart Super Circuit- Well what can I say? Mario has influenced me in every possible way. As you all know, this game consists of Mario characters (Toad!) who compete in intense races and time trials. This game is currently located above my toilet, where it helps and of course entertains me everyday. To be honest, I just set a record lap time for Rainbow Road approximately 10 minutes ago. (14.76 seconds) Lolumad?
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Fiction at its...Finest?
You would never have guessed this happened but...
The teleport located in my living room took me to "heaven". Once I tried undoing what I did and teleporting back to my living room, I realized I was missing my shoes. Apparently this teleport only allowes access if you wear shoes, "no shoes, no use". No one here in "heaven" worse shoes, everyone seemed so friendly like they were right at home in their own living room. I just wanted to shout out, "Why am I here? where are my shoes?" But I decided to take a gander first. I met "God", his dominant eyes hid behind his shady glasses. I questioned if this was actually God, like, if you're so powerful, don't hide behind your glasses. I noticed the yellow snot running down his face, I was disgusted. He was definitely an imposter. I stood still for a minute. I was awkwardly intrigued by this yellow mucus, and this imposter. Once I was realized what I was doing, I took out my umbrella and opened it violently in the direction of his dome. I figured, if this really is God, it will not hurt him. I was wrong, the top of the umbrella poked him in the left eye, much to my amusement, unfortunately not his. I then ran, faster than I ever have before and ended up finding a McDonalds. I wanted to purchase a salad, you know, something that won't effect my running. This wasn't a normal McDonalds, the only food sold here was mouldy, smelly, pre eaten deer, somewhat reminded me of Briar.
This really put me on edge. I stormed out of the line and made my way to the bathroom, I had to hurl. Little did I know, I would find another teleport located in the stall, which thankfully teleported me back to my living room, where all the madness commenced... and swear I to you, this is exactly how it all went down.
Credit: The Simpsons, and Briar.
The teleport located in my living room took me to "heaven". Once I tried undoing what I did and teleporting back to my living room, I realized I was missing my shoes. Apparently this teleport only allowes access if you wear shoes, "no shoes, no use". No one here in "heaven" worse shoes, everyone seemed so friendly like they were right at home in their own living room. I just wanted to shout out, "Why am I here? where are my shoes?" But I decided to take a gander first. I met "God", his dominant eyes hid behind his shady glasses. I questioned if this was actually God, like, if you're so powerful, don't hide behind your glasses. I noticed the yellow snot running down his face, I was disgusted. He was definitely an imposter. I stood still for a minute. I was awkwardly intrigued by this yellow mucus, and this imposter. Once I was realized what I was doing, I took out my umbrella and opened it violently in the direction of his dome. I figured, if this really is God, it will not hurt him. I was wrong, the top of the umbrella poked him in the left eye, much to my amusement, unfortunately not his. I then ran, faster than I ever have before and ended up finding a McDonalds. I wanted to purchase a salad, you know, something that won't effect my running. This wasn't a normal McDonalds, the only food sold here was mouldy, smelly, pre eaten deer, somewhat reminded me of Briar.
This really put me on edge. I stormed out of the line and made my way to the bathroom, I had to hurl. Little did I know, I would find another teleport located in the stall, which thankfully teleported me back to my living room, where all the madness commenced... and swear I to you, this is exactly how it all went down.
Credit: The Simpsons, and Briar.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
The One Thing We all Like to Mock..The Good ol' Jock
Around Canadian Tire, you take a walk. You ask Brock, the hard working employee if they carry a jock. Brock will talk the talk, and walk the walk, to take you to the aisle.... of jock. "They're on sale" he says, with extraordinary glee, "We carry the jocks in aisle three." I reply, "Thank you Brock you kind young man, I will go grab a jock as fast as I can."
As I grab the jock, I ponder and ponder, what would it be like to be down yonder?
What exactly would it be like? This five dollar, cheap item is only used for one purpose, and that purpose is to protect every man from their worst nightmare..
The jock is used to take the hit for us, in most cases, it takes more hits than Michael Phelps. Have it be a puck, a baseball, or simply using it as protection when walking to school, the jock is still serving the same purpose in the same place. What exactly do we do for the jock? We use it like Jessica uses Romo, and get it more sweaty than gatorade commercials. Why can't all men just take it like a "man"? Athletes in the past were never protected with the use of a jock, why do we get the luxury of having them now? Well... consider ourselves lucky, this cheap, oddly shaped piece of plastic is saving lives and in reality, helping create new lives, and what does it ask in return?
Credit: TW, and of course the beloved.. Steven Draper, who helped me the day I walked into Canadian tire, looking for a helpful jock of my own.
As I grab the jock, I ponder and ponder, what would it be like to be down yonder?
What exactly would it be like? This five dollar, cheap item is only used for one purpose, and that purpose is to protect every man from their worst nightmare..
The jock is used to take the hit for us, in most cases, it takes more hits than Michael Phelps. Have it be a puck, a baseball, or simply using it as protection when walking to school, the jock is still serving the same purpose in the same place. What exactly do we do for the jock? We use it like Jessica uses Romo, and get it more sweaty than gatorade commercials. Why can't all men just take it like a "man"? Athletes in the past were never protected with the use of a jock, why do we get the luxury of having them now? Well... consider ourselves lucky, this cheap, oddly shaped piece of plastic is saving lives and in reality, helping create new lives, and what does it ask in return?
Credit: TW, and of course the beloved.. Steven Draper, who helped me the day I walked into Canadian tire, looking for a helpful jock of my own.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
"These Books Were Made For Eating".. (Simpson, Jessica. "www.muchmusic.com")
It's a matter of life or death, books are the only source of food I have left....
All in all, I would rather starve.. but,
Five books I would enjoy eating include:
1. The "Great" Gatsby-
Despite being ancient, like mouldy bread, I would still eat The "Great" Gatsby. I highly despised reading this book for a whole semester in ENG4U. I think I can be a better bootlegger than Jay Gatz. His parties are soft, like a rotten peach. I did not enjoy reading about the American Dream. I would rather read about my own dreams. I would enjoy eating this novel, just so I can say I'm doing a favour for us all and never have to see the book again.
2. Rough Waters-
Not going to lie, at first, I didn't feel like reading this novel at all. I ended up reading it in about three days prior to the due date of my comparative essay. It ended up being the most intriguing book I've ever read, and quickly asked my mother to buy it for me. My mom never bought the book, so I will just eat it instead, so it will stay with me forever.
3. My Mother's Italian Cook Book
Although it's put away in some drawer in our basement, I would eat my mother's Italian Cook Book. I don't think she has ever used it, her cooking is pretty spectacular without the use of a book. I assume most of the Italian food my mother makes will be illustrated in this cook book, making it very delightful to eat.
4. Sports Illustrated Magazine
Enough said. Digesting this masterpiece would help educate me into becoming an author for Sports Illustrated myself. The excessive pictures would also be more inviting to eat, rather than simply 200 pages of text.
5. Macbeth
I'm probably not alone when I say this one. If it was possible to boil this soft covered book into an edible substance, I would. All of Shakespeare's novels deserve to be on my bad side, and soon enough, it will be coming out of my back side.
All in all, I would rather starve.. but,
Five books I would enjoy eating include:
1. The "Great" Gatsby-
Despite being ancient, like mouldy bread, I would still eat The "Great" Gatsby. I highly despised reading this book for a whole semester in ENG4U. I think I can be a better bootlegger than Jay Gatz. His parties are soft, like a rotten peach. I did not enjoy reading about the American Dream. I would rather read about my own dreams. I would enjoy eating this novel, just so I can say I'm doing a favour for us all and never have to see the book again.
2. Rough Waters-
Not going to lie, at first, I didn't feel like reading this novel at all. I ended up reading it in about three days prior to the due date of my comparative essay. It ended up being the most intriguing book I've ever read, and quickly asked my mother to buy it for me. My mom never bought the book, so I will just eat it instead, so it will stay with me forever.
3. My Mother's Italian Cook Book
Although it's put away in some drawer in our basement, I would eat my mother's Italian Cook Book. I don't think she has ever used it, her cooking is pretty spectacular without the use of a book. I assume most of the Italian food my mother makes will be illustrated in this cook book, making it very delightful to eat.
4. Sports Illustrated Magazine
Enough said. Digesting this masterpiece would help educate me into becoming an author for Sports Illustrated myself. The excessive pictures would also be more inviting to eat, rather than simply 200 pages of text.
5. Macbeth
I'm probably not alone when I say this one. If it was possible to boil this soft covered book into an edible substance, I would. All of Shakespeare's novels deserve to be on my bad side, and soon enough, it will be coming out of my back side.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
My First Day of School
I was five years old, yet to do anything interesting with my life. I have never experienced any kind of social activity, besides attempting to converse with my family. I would always spend days at my grandma's house, while my parents went to work until five o'clock.
On a cold January morning, I woke up early and for the first time, my mom was helping me prepare for my first day of school. I constantly resisted going to school in September, so my mother was able to get me into Memorial Public School halfway through the junior kindergarten year. Once I woke up, nerves shot through my tiny, helpless body. With tears running down my face, my mother kept telling me, "School is going to be fun, there is nothing to worry about! :)"
I neglected to take this advice to heart, and continued to resist going. Once the clock struck 8: 20, my mother told me it was time to leave and head out to school. Still in tears, I built up the courage to open the door and enter the car. As my mother entered beside me, this is when I lost it. Second the car was started, I opened the door and jumped out of the car. I quickly made my way back to the front door before my mother stopped me once again, "Lawrence everything is going to be okay" she stated once more. After a few minutes, my mother calmed me down, and once again brought me to the car. This time, I decided to co-operate and made my way to school.
Once arriving to school, my nerves were unbearable. My mother brought me into the office, and soon after we made our way to my classroom. I remember placing my magic school bus backpack in the locker, as my mother kissed me goodbye and made her way out the door. My new teacher Mrs. Kelland took my hand and introduced me to the rest of the class. The most stressful day of my life quickly came to an end. It is safe to say, I shed more tears on this day than any other in my life. Without this first day of school, I would have never gotten started at all, therefore not being in Orchard Park today, where I'm loving every minute.....dot
On a cold January morning, I woke up early and for the first time, my mom was helping me prepare for my first day of school. I constantly resisted going to school in September, so my mother was able to get me into Memorial Public School halfway through the junior kindergarten year. Once I woke up, nerves shot through my tiny, helpless body. With tears running down my face, my mother kept telling me, "School is going to be fun, there is nothing to worry about! :)"
I neglected to take this advice to heart, and continued to resist going. Once the clock struck 8: 20, my mother told me it was time to leave and head out to school. Still in tears, I built up the courage to open the door and enter the car. As my mother entered beside me, this is when I lost it. Second the car was started, I opened the door and jumped out of the car. I quickly made my way back to the front door before my mother stopped me once again, "Lawrence everything is going to be okay" she stated once more. After a few minutes, my mother calmed me down, and once again brought me to the car. This time, I decided to co-operate and made my way to school.
Once arriving to school, my nerves were unbearable. My mother brought me into the office, and soon after we made our way to my classroom. I remember placing my magic school bus backpack in the locker, as my mother kissed me goodbye and made her way out the door. My new teacher Mrs. Kelland took my hand and introduced me to the rest of the class. The most stressful day of my life quickly came to an end. It is safe to say, I shed more tears on this day than any other in my life. Without this first day of school, I would have never gotten started at all, therefore not being in Orchard Park today, where I'm loving every minute.....dot
Monday, February 2, 2009
Let's Write About..What's "Right"
One can write about whatever they desire.
Yet some things are just not needed to be written about..
25 things I would like to write about include:
Kelsey Boyer
NFL Football
NHL Hockey
MLB Baseball
Golf
Michael Phelps
Plaxico Burress
Countries of the World
College Football
Music Lyrics
Bad Relationships
Hypocrites
Sports Injuries
Alcohol
My Complaints/Rants
Sports Media
Family/Friends
Where Have I Been?
Politics in Sports
Fiction
New York Giants <3
Deer Hunting aka Briar Hopley
John Kijonek <3
Substance Abuse
Steriods and Performing Enhancing Drugs
Yet some things are just not needed to be written about..
25 things I would like to write about include:
Kelsey Boyer
NFL Football
NHL Hockey
MLB Baseball
Golf
Michael Phelps
Plaxico Burress
Countries of the World
College Football
Music Lyrics
Bad Relationships
Hypocrites
Sports Injuries
Alcohol
My Complaints/Rants
Sports Media
Family/Friends
Where Have I Been?
Politics in Sports
Fiction
New York Giants <3
Deer Hunting aka Briar Hopley
John Kijonek <3
Substance Abuse
Steriods and Performing Enhancing Drugs
Lawrence...Not Too Many Left of Them
Not too good at blogging, this website used to frustrate me, but...
It is often difficult for others to determine what I like or what is most important to me, as I am unsure myself sometimes. What I do know is that I was born on a mild October 12th, 1991 In St Joseph's hospital, and raised in Stoney Creek, with my parents and one sister. Each member of my family has influenced me in their own different way. My parents have always been firm believers of putting others ahead of themselves, and never become selfish. Besides giving me the ability to lash out, my sister has always been my motivation to work harder in every important aspect of my life. Spending a lot of time as a child with my Italian grandparents, they were able to teach me certain things my parents never could. Unfortunately, I never learned to speak fluent Italian, but the more time spent with my grandparents, the more I began to understand them. The friends I have kept and the new ones I have made during the four years of high school have also contributed to the person I am today. Many of my friends are great examples of how every person should be, as others who I have lost decided to take the wrong path, which makes me realize I am going in a positive direction.
But enough of that. I am seventeen years old, and attending hopefully my last year at Orchard Park Secondary School. After high school, my plan is to attend university in the States on a baseball scholarship. I have always enjoyed writing; one would hope this is the case considering I decided to take Writer’s Craft. . Secondly, I believe this course will help develop my writing abilities and help earn my way into a sports journalism course in university. I have played elite baseball for five years; this upcoming year will be the first I play for the Niagara Rebels organization. I am obsessed with the National Football League, even more so with my die hard favourite team, the New York Giants. My weekly mood from Monday to Saturday is usually determined by the outcome of the Giants game on Sunday, enough said <3. Without sports, I cannot imagine how much I would hate life. Music tends to have a similar effect. I enjoy rock and metal, not to mention the overplayed rap/hip-hop songs day in, day out.
All in all, I plan on making my final semester the best one yet, entertainment wise and of course school wise. The best way to exit high school is on a high note, and I plan to fulfill this feat the best I possibly can. Sorry to drag this on, but no big deal, no big deal.
It is often difficult for others to determine what I like or what is most important to me, as I am unsure myself sometimes. What I do know is that I was born on a mild October 12th, 1991 In St Joseph's hospital, and raised in Stoney Creek, with my parents and one sister. Each member of my family has influenced me in their own different way. My parents have always been firm believers of putting others ahead of themselves, and never become selfish. Besides giving me the ability to lash out, my sister has always been my motivation to work harder in every important aspect of my life. Spending a lot of time as a child with my Italian grandparents, they were able to teach me certain things my parents never could. Unfortunately, I never learned to speak fluent Italian, but the more time spent with my grandparents, the more I began to understand them. The friends I have kept and the new ones I have made during the four years of high school have also contributed to the person I am today. Many of my friends are great examples of how every person should be, as others who I have lost decided to take the wrong path, which makes me realize I am going in a positive direction.
But enough of that. I am seventeen years old, and attending hopefully my last year at Orchard Park Secondary School. After high school, my plan is to attend university in the States on a baseball scholarship. I have always enjoyed writing; one would hope this is the case considering I decided to take Writer’s Craft. . Secondly, I believe this course will help develop my writing abilities and help earn my way into a sports journalism course in university. I have played elite baseball for five years; this upcoming year will be the first I play for the Niagara Rebels organization. I am obsessed with the National Football League, even more so with my die hard favourite team, the New York Giants. My weekly mood from Monday to Saturday is usually determined by the outcome of the Giants game on Sunday, enough said <3. Without sports, I cannot imagine how much I would hate life. Music tends to have a similar effect. I enjoy rock and metal, not to mention the overplayed rap/hip-hop songs day in, day out.
All in all, I plan on making my final semester the best one yet, entertainment wise and of course school wise. The best way to exit high school is on a high note, and I plan to fulfill this feat the best I possibly can. Sorry to drag this on, but no big deal, no big deal.
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