Don't have much to say tonight. Got back from my fun weekend, and I'm a little low on sleep. Really, I am exhausted. And I still have at least one test this week that I know of. This will be fun...

Well over here it's been like thunderstorm crazy. It's supposed to rain the next three days or something. I love it. I love it when it rains. Th only bad thing is getting to and from class. But I can handle it. I just have to avoid wearing a white shirt.

I took a sneak peak at the ESPN power rankings for the NBA. Stein has the Mavs sitting at number 8. Hello! 4-game win streak! Averaging over 130 points over those games too. Who in this league can score 130 points without burning out first? No one...

I was hoping that San Antonio would lose today to the Lakers, but I was dissapointed. Speaking of which, more than 24 hours before the Final Four started, I said to my brother, "You know, those Oklahoma State fans are going to be upset after tomorrow night." Sure enough, I was right. I also have picked both UCONNs to win it all. Put your money on them. Trust me, I gamble, and I'm good at it.

Raffles, card games, it doesn't matter. Lady Luck is always on my side. It's something I can't explain, but I don't really need to know why either. I just know it's something special with me.

Alright, I gotta get to bed. I'm gonna pass out soon.

Going to my Bro's in hours. I need to sleep in between though.

There's some people shouting in the hallway outside of my door. It's pissing me off. Oh well, they're kids. What are you gonna do?

I want to play more basketball. I wanted to play today, but it rained. I've played on those courts when they were wet. I ended up slipping and falling on my ass. Fun stuff.

I have regained my ear for Tool. Maynard's voice is just hard to get away from. Doesn't help that I listen to A Perfect Circle everyday.

Why does Woody Paige always have to get eliminated? I want him to win every time. He obviously brings the humor to the show, and he's not afraid to drop some inappropriate words every once in a while. Sort of like an older version of me.

I have a mini-hoop in my room. I have the matching mini-basketball as well. Those shots are falling like crazy! There should be an indoor league with small goals on doors. I'd be king.

The white text idea...good? Bad? What...oh, it already says that below. Ha!

I hope I never hook up with some controlling woman who burps and doesn't say excuse me, among other things.

Saw Hellboy. Not bad. Could be better. Worth 8 bucks? I'll have to say, "no." But I saw it for free. Ha!

OOh, gonna get some Mavs highlights on Sportscenter. I might just stay up a bit longer.

If a diamond can make a girl shiver with pleasure, I need to learn how to crap out diamonds. Then I can be king of all that is good.

Actually fixed up my hair today. Turned out nicely. I think I need to add spikes to it again though. If I don't, it looks flat. I don't want to look flat. I want to look good. "Let's start looking good."

I've decided that for today, I don't want a relationship. Tune in tomorrow to see if it changes!

Well, the highlights came and left. I'm done.

What if I start using white text? I could hide messages. But now everyone will know. Hmm...

Dork!

I've decided to come back for the mean time. I don't have much to say really. I just don't want to wear out my creativity.

It's April Fools Day. Great. I'm asking for it by stepping outside my door.

If the world blew up tomorrow, the 2nd, I would want to feel it in slow-motion. Gradually move further and further from everyone on this planet.

Wow, what I said is true. "Some guys want to be used."

My hair is so soft right now. Run fingers through it, close your eyes. It's like running across a plain with a southern wind grazing the back of your neck. Delicious!

Either way, we'll see where this leads me. Sleep for now.

It's just not working.

Oh wow.

Tim Legler was just talking on NBA Fastbreak. Kevin Fraser and Legler were talking about the Pistons and the NBA Finals.

"That's fine, it [defense but no offense] might get you out of the East, but when you start playing teams like Sacramento, the Lakers, Minnesota, and Dallas in the Finals, it doesn't matter."

He mentioned Dallas and NBA Finals in the same sentence. Also, he left out San Antonio. Greatness. I'm going to start reading his columns just because of that.

Oh oh oh! Again. They showed the match-ups for Wednesday night on ESPN, Dallas at Indiana and Kings at Lakers. Legler said, "Hey! Those are four great teams right there."

Thank you Legler. Thank you for giving some props to the Mavs. Good to see not everyone in the media bashes the Mavs.

By the way, I keep trying to post questions on the chats with Bill Walton and such analysts. None of them have made it though. The question I always pose is, "Why is it so cool to bash the Mavs? What does everyone have against them?"

My whole example was when they played Phoenix the first time this month. The post-game highlights on ESPN heavily featured the Suns, with only one shot going to Dirk. The Suns LOST! Why highlight a losing team?

What fun!

Red Blood Cell Mass Count. This is what happens...

They draw blood from your right arm, mix it with Chromium-51 for 30 minutes. Then they inject it back into your left arm and let that circulate for 20 minutes. Then they draw blood again from your right arm. The injection needle is thin and doesn't hurt much. The drawing needle is thick as hell and does hurt. Not enough to make me cry, but enough for me to say, "ooh."

Skipped the liver 'scan' because it takes two hours, and I was definitely not prepared for that. That also involves more injections. Still went to the stomach doctor, and pretty much I'm fine now in that area. Says I got a little bit of the reflux, but not enough to do something drastic.

So yea, today has been real fun. And really, I was planning to play basketball this afternoon. Even at 5, I still thought about at least shooting around. Gonna play tomorrow hopefully. Supposed to rain or something. I played on a wet court once, and it's not fun by any measure.

Received my fashion help, and it has been determined that I finally need to break down and buy some jeans. I hate jeans. I really do. But if I can look better in them, and be able to wear my new shoes, then I'm all for it.

When it comes to fashion, I'm your typical khakis with a blue shirt kind of guy. I stick with it because I know I look decent in it. Brighter colors don't usually mix well with my skin tone. Dark blues and blacks mix well though. There are two types of mexicans. Those who can wear gold, and those who can wear other, like silver or platinum. I am the latter. So of course, my basic outfit is dark khakis, dark blue shirt, silver chain, and my oh-so-favorite titanium ring. Cap it off with some navy blue shoes, and I'm good. Although, I need to think about getting some brown boots. I saw some Lugz that really caught my attention. The brown and white ones. Real nice. I could go all ghetto. Huge baggy pants, my white shoes, and my Nowitski jersey with the white shirt underneath. Eh, that's not real "Urban." Maybe if I had a Mavericks cap also. But I don't wear caps because my hair needs to flow freely. OOOOooooh. I got this gel/dye that spikes hair and turns it blue. Real sweet. Already tried the red one.

Really don't have much else to say. Maybe I should take a break.

Nevermind, I'm going to bed. But before that, some panties will be placed on my door with a message for whomever left them. Yes!

I don't know why I thought about this, but I figure it might be a shred of evidence that I really am that damn great and perfect and what-not.

At the beginning of the summer last year, an ex of mine dropped by my house while I was alone and sleeping. She dropped a note at the doorstep, informing me that I was going to call her on her cell. First of all, for those who don't know, do not, I repeat, do not tell me what I am going to do if I have a choice. I will pick the other option just because I don't want to give you the satisfaction of being right.

But yes, this same chic stalked me for quite some time. I thought it was funny...and flattering. I still have the note but I don't know why. I guess it's just in case I need to show some authority figure. Oh, and the best part...

We were only together for a month.

Wait, actually, it was one day short of a month. I remember because I thought it made everything hilarious. I had to dump her because it just wasn't working for me. She was all happy and cheery, but relationships that involve me also involve my feelings.

She was a nice girl. A little crazy, but still nice. 29 days of being with me drove her to being my very own stalker. I'll admit, if I had been awake and noticed she was at my door, I would have asked her in for some 'fun.' No doubt. I'm a guy, I need lovin' too.

My voice is all weird. I sound like Barry White with a cold. Well, maybe not that deep, but close. Can't explain it either. Oh well. I think I may post more later.

It's been a while since I've added anyone to my link list on the right. But, I did check out this blog, and it's well-written. Maybe it's just that the unicorn story makes me wish I had a unicorn of my own. Female unicorn of course. Someone from far away just to make out with. No strings attached. Either way, check it out maybe.

I did find out when my appointments are. Get this. I'm having a blood lab done in the morning, a liver 'scan' and a doctor's appointment afterwards. Three medical dates. Woo hoo. Tomorrow is going to be plenty of fun.

The 'ass' did come clean before I even asked about what was up with my bed. That's respectable. Still, I don't want any guy sleeping in my bed other than me. Females, it's fine because to me, they are cleaner and smell better. If some hot model wanted to sleep on my bed, no doubt about it.

Damnit, that damn song is stuck in my head, and it sucks so damn much. Which? "I Believe In A Thing Called Love." The Darkness. SO gay. Really. Oh, and then throw in my head that damn Incubus song. Yes, the new one, "Megalomaniac." Now I just want to blow my brains out. Ladies, fine, if you like Incubus because the lead singer is good looking, fine, go ahead. But don't even try to tell me with a straight face that you like the music they make.

So yea, more later.

Alright people, Andy needs some fashion help.

I'm a noob to white shoes, and I just bought some really sweet T-Macs. They're white, with a little silver. I wear nothing but khakis since I hate jeans so much. The thing is, I don't know where to draw the line on shirts. I tried out wearing khaki carpenter pants, the white shoes, and a dark blue shirt. I felt awkward. I tried wearing a red shirt with the bottom half. Still felt awkward. What do I do?

I still have my blue Vans to fall back on, so I won't be too hurt if I can't wear them just yet. Of everything I know about fashion and what not to wear, this one has me stumped.

Ok, my alarm clock isn't working, and my blanket is laying a bit different than how I left it. Should I assume the obvious? And if so, should I kick someone's ass for it?

Maybe I am just being over-paranoid. It's possible, I guess. I'm going to ask, and if I feel like I'm being lied to, then someone is going to hurt.

If there's one thing I just don't allow, it's someone F'ing around with my stuff. That's where the line is, and if it's crossed, you can bet there's going to be hell to pay.

I'm back in the dorm and I have been looking forward to it, but I feel like this last stretch is going to be rougher than I expected. If that's the case, then I'm really going to be an angry person for a long time. If I was mad before, then this is going to be a whole new feeling. People will cry, some will hurt more than others, and even more could possibly bleed. I mean it. I don't feel guilty about making someone hurt. Especially if they do deserve it.

I'm really not a mean person. But it is somewhere in me. I try my best to be nice, courteous, and such. But if you keep poking the bear, you're gonna get hurt. That's just the way it works. There are people in my past who can affirm that. There are people today who don't have a clue. I guess I should put a sign outside my door.

Alright, it's getting late, and tomorrow is the first class day after Spring Break. I better get some sleep in. Last night, I was up until 4, and my Mom woke me up at 9. Yea, it's been rough today. The hot dogs I ate today are giving me horrible acid reflux. Oh well. If I go to sleep, I'll be fine.

How weird. Blogger changed. Oh well. They could have at least told me before they did it.

But yea, it was just Friday, and I'm feeling decent. Stupid hospital called me up, asking about my appointment, and they tell me that it's for Tuesday (I didn't set the appointment, the hematologist did). I already have another doctor's appointment that day, so I gotta make sure they don't have some time conflict. This is gona suck, because the place is far north too.

Talking more about getting an apartment. This could be good. Something about E wanting to move in with us as well. It'll be weird, but I guess itcould be fun also. I wonder how my sis-in-law likes it though.

Haircut tomorrow morning. I might try to get my hair lightened up a bit. I need to shave.

Tomorrow afternoon I'll be back in Austin. Only saw two of my school friends, and one other outside that circle. There were a few people I would have liked to have visited, but I'll just have to clean out my little black book later. It's getting around that time where I go through my list of friends and check off the good ones and 'x' out the bad ones. Don't bother asking which you are. If you have to ask, then you should know the answer.

Still have a little bit of work to do on this computer, so I'm gonna do that right now. I'll try to post Sunday, because I doubt I will get a chance tomorrow. Oooh, gonna get my shoes tomorrow, gonna have me some fun, I'm gonna be realy happy. I mean, new shoes, haircut, a good clean shave, I'm going to be so hot. Hahahaha...

By the way, I notice that sometimes it doesn't load anything below the tagboard. But, if you highlight the URL and hit 'enter' again, it'll load right. I don't know what's up, but I'll look more into it tomorrow.

Well, didn't have a post for yesterday. Sorry. I spent last night in Arlington hanging out with some good friends. Had plenty of fun.

This afternoon I played basketball with P and my dad. Unfortunately, I did not win. I decided to play "catch up" and eventually I ran out of energy. The final score was 25 for P, 23 for my dad, and 21 for me. At one point I was down by 8 points, but I finally caught fire with my outside shot. But yea, this was my first real game since October, and it's good to see I haven't lost all of my stamina.

Weird dream last night. I wanted a blueberry and cream cheese danish, but the damn store wouldn't take my money. Bastards.

No new thoughts about chics. Didn't really think about any. I was more focused on what was coming up next week in my classes and what I was doing out on the court. I think I think too much. Hmm....I believe I think too much. I will talk about how one day I want a chic, the next day I don't want one, after that there isn't any thought about it. Although, that dream is still in my head. Still remember the details. I actually remember something, and that's just amazing.

Tomorrow the father leaves for his hometown to visit the family. Good thing I'm not going. I would just end up making people cry or something. Just as an example of why I don't visit them out of my own will...

When they came down to Austin, I think just to go to San Antonio, they didn't ask how I was. Instead, they asked, "If we bring our computer down, can you upgrade it for us?" That's all they want from me. That's fine. It gives me a reason to stay away from them, a reason to skip out on my cousin's graduation, a reason for me to leave the state and not have a care.

Also, this baby is on the way in May, the graduation is in May, so I've chosen to help out my bro. They are going to need extra eyes, and I'd rather help with a nephew than see some cousin graduate. Might sound harsh, but he bugs me anyway. I don't think I know anyone more annoying than him.

Oh great. Now I'm complaining. That's not the purpose of my posts.

By the which, just as I thought about leaving this state, I thought about, "What if...?" When my bro left for college, he had a woman back home. 212 miles between them, and they made it work. It'd be cool to think, "Wow, back home is a chic waiting to share my bed, to spend time with me." But then again, I hate the idea of long-distance relationships.

I've got a new idea. I'm going to start drawing again. And I'm going to post my crap pictures here every once in a while. That could be fun.

Hahahaha...flip-flop. Now I want to punch stuff again. I don't get it. Oh well. Probably post tomorrow night, don't know about Saturday night, but I'll be back full-time Sunday. I'm gonna go dream about naked women and water slides. Yea, right. If only I could...

I know, it's late. But this dream is stuck in me. A lot like that one I posted a while back. I think it's just that, for a minute during the dream I realized it was all fake. But that didn't stop me from enjoying it. It felt so real, and I didn't want it to end. The whole idea that I was happy again, and people were so happy that pictures were taken, it just blows my mind away.

For one thing, I hate pictures and I hate being in them even more. I usually don't care what the situation is or whatever. If it involves me smiling or something, I try my best to avoid it. Yet, in my dream, I was sitting down just posing. Smiling. Everything was so good, it didn't bother me. She sat with me, arms around my neck, looking into the cameras. She was smiling. And she looked as good as ever.

Walking through the hallways afterward, I was still hanging my arm on her and thinking about what possibly could have caused this. Even though I couldn't find an answer, I didn't feel confused. It felt so right. Crowds were splitting for us as we walked, and they were smiling as well. This all took place in my old high school, so I figure the crowd was all of my old classmates. And they would have to know about the relationship to begin with. So this narrows it down even further.

When I look back on it now, I feel as if it was a hint at the life the famous lead. Spotted in the same room as a past love, the paparazzi all show up and start heating up their flashes. Pictures have to be taken for tabloids all over the world. I know my smile wasn't fake, but what if her's was? It could have been, but on the other hand it could also have been genuine. What's with the photos and what-not? Would it really be such a big deal? I guess those who know the circumstances would find it hard to believe, but certainly not worthy of that kind of attention.

If it were to happen in real life, I must say that a huge burden would be lifted from my shoulders. I have this bit of guilt that's hanging with me everywhere I go. And to think that I wouldn't have to "hunt" any more, that would definitely help me heal faster. Stress would leave, internal problems would leave, my frustration, anger, and stubbornness would all vanish. I would become an even better person. A step closer to perfection.

But that doesn't appear to be my path. Only in my dreams. That's fine, though.

OK, yea, fixed the problem. It was just a missing closing tag in the html. Wow, for a second there, I sounded kind of smart.

By the which, I owe a great big thank you to D for introducing me to the music of Metric. Stuff also gave them award in their April issue for "Band you haven't heard of but should."

OK, yea, with Netscape and Mozilla, this blog looks fine. But when you use IE or some off-brand browser, it stops at the bottom of the tag board. So, I'm going to try to fix that by removing the tag-board.

It's Tuesday and already I'm looking forward to going back to Austin. I've been fixing this computer up for my parents, and my padre is not giving me the time I need. I've got a headache just thinking about it.

On a lighter note, I had a wonderful dream last night. A past love of mine showed up in my dreams and was so happy to see me. No, again, it wasn't one of those dreams. I could only wish. But she did hug me and was all clingy(?) to me. She didn't let me go, not even once. At one point, we were posing for cameras or something. Everyone seemed so intrigued with what was going on. I sorta sat there and just smiled. I was reunited with the one person in my life (so far) that actually ... well, I don't know the word, but she has been the only one that I shared a special bond with. And not one of those physical bonds, you perverts! I mean, it's what I'm looking for. She provided everything I wanted. And now, because of my dumbass mistakes, I have to find a second person that can do the same. Ha! Wish me luck.

Actually, I think it's not too far off. I've got this weird feeling that everything will fall through to it's right place soon. It's almost as if I can see the future, just not in detail.

I'm really going to try posting more. It is Spring Break, but I like blogging. I still need to generate a wider audience.

By the which, you're right, I should be in Cancun or somewhere right now. Being home is nice, but it's definitely not the most fun thing. Oooh, if I was in Cancun, my stomach would be in such bad shape. I need to go to Ireland. Bunch of red head chics. Yea!

Well, been here for the weekend. Home, that is. Everything is how I remembered it when I left. Nothing new, nothing strange. I still hate standing outside because I really don't want to run into someone I know. I've graduated, and I am trying to move forward. I don't even know if I'll go to my high school reunion. Probably, depending on if I have a lot of money by then or not.

I hate this computer. It's not that old, but it feels old. Maybe it's just that my computer is so great.

I'm really relaxing here. I'm still thinking about the future, and that's still messing up my stomach. It's sad when I can't even go home to get away from my troubles. If I could drink right now, I would. No doubt a couple of shots of rum or such would help stimulate my forgetfulness. But unfortunately, drinks would do more harm than good.

I haven't really talked to anyone since Friday. This is fine, although there are people out there who I really don't mind having a conversation with. I don't know. When I'm surrounded by people, I want to be alone, and when I'm alone, I want someone to be there with me. Conflicts, conflicts. And we all know how I try my hardest to avoid conflicts.

My shoes should be getting in Austin on Friday. The Recovery CD for my parents' computer should be getting here soon as well. Once I get the CD, I can restore it to brand new condition. They would really like that. Saturday a haircut, and then it's back to Austin I go. I miss my ethernet.

Sad. It's only Monday, and I'm already talking about going back. I really can't get a vacation. Oh well.

P did come by today, and that was really surprising. I haven't seen him since January or so. It's good to hear he's getting away from the light drugs and what-not. Working out and playing ball is a great way to get back in shape. Said that Thursday or something I am going to play ball with him. That'd be fun. Except for when hegets mad and walks off the court. Hopefully that won't happen.

This is one slow ass computer, and I'm ready to calm down for the evening. I'm gonna watch some TV, and then go to bed. Good plans.

Sorry for the lack of posting these last two days. It is Spring Break after all.

Q: Why do some guys openly say "I'm a nice guy" whether they are or not?

A: As far as I know, they do it as a defense mechanism. From a guy's perspective, if a guy feels rejected, or feels that they are about to be rejected, they will make one last play to save their effort. This could be anything from a very general compliment to a statement such as, "I'm a nice guy." Chics want nice guys, right?

I don't know. I'm openly saying I'm a nice guy. Quite possibly the nicest that you will meet. Then again, don't catch me on one of my bad days when the bus doesn't come. Even on those days, I smile, listen, and see to one's comfort. For some, I'll gladly give up my bed, especially if their other option isn't 'fun.' That doesn't sound right, but don't take it dirty-mindedly, or some word meaning that. For others, I will gladly listen to whatever you need to say. For others, I'll buy you things, surprise you with compliments, and make you feel like royalty. No matter what, as long as I don't hate you, I'll help you.

With that being said, I am single. Supposedly my friend E is going to set me up with some chic, but I don't think he knows how to set people up. It wouldn't exactly be a blind date, because I know what she looks like. Date? What?

It's just that, from all the movies we've watched, all the TV we've watched, and all the stories we've heard, we have learned that nice guys get hot chics, or nice girls at the very least. So if we advertise ourselves as such, we should obtain the same results. Of course, from experience I have concluded that the previously mentioned information is false. Nice guys do not always get the prize. In fact, nice guys usually finish last.

Any guy who plays that card, that last ace up their sleeve, is obviously desperate. Don't do it. Don't fall for it hot chics out there.

By the way, I'm a nice guy.

(This answer is made possible through A's curious mind. Please thank her.)