What really matters...

Boy, have the last few days of my life been wild. Sorry that I have neglected my dearest blog followers, but to be honest I havent been too motivated. I have recently been trying to figure out what really matters in life. And if you are 100% honest with yourself, and don't just justify things because they are the norm, then it isn't hard at all. I was on the phone with Marc (or Le Marc, are he is know in Le France), and we were talking about how the best times in life are with your real friends, having real fun, and not even thinking about anything else. No offense to Cleveland or Le France girls, but it's just not the same as hangin with the guys. Noooo homo (not that there's anything wrong with being gay)... But the reason that it is so great is that there is no reason to impress, or act like something you are not; instead, you can be your real self with other people who really appreciate you for who you are. With that, I think that this summer has the potential to be greater than any before. Almost everyone that means anything to me will be back in the state for the summer, and there is no reason why I can't visit someone every week. If you make this list, I consider you a best friend. If you don't, you still might be a best friend. Or you might be one of the people in my life who is comfortable, but not genuine. Or I forgot, don't get too salty... GO!

Colin
Ben
Sean
Chris
Champ
Hisner
Mapes
Brian
Marc
Grego
Badders
NichPopp
Alex
Cel
Emily
LeBron
Mo
Delonte
Z

Speaking of basketball, these playoffs have been nuts. Dwight is one dirty mother:



I honestly don't think that Rondo meant any harm with his foul on Brad Miller. Let's be real, Miller should have dunked that ball. And he barely hit him, but it drew blood so it became a big situation. Bradley, you wouldn't last a second in any sport where contact is required. Honestly, if that hit takes you out for 5 minutes to blot your cheek until it clots up and bunny rabbits hop across the court, then you don't deserve to be a professional basketball player.

Went to the game tonight, and Red Sox fans on the whole suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Yes the won, I can appreciate a good come from behind. But the language and rudeness are unnecessary. I'm out, bedtime, but I will be back with a vengance soon. Sick of my laziness, ready to make the most of life, despite those who try to hold me back. Holler.

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