Desperate tobyMac fans

Portable Sounds is coming in one month from yesterday!! YEAH!!!!

Sarah and I made a trip to Best Buy on Thursday and I asked one of the workers if he could look up the album and check if the store would be carrying it the day it came out. It took him forever to find it and he kept frowning and shaking his head like the answer would be no, they wouldn't be carrying it. I was like, "If y'all aren't carrying it, can you order a copy?" Finally he said, "February 20th?" in a tone that hinted towards the answer I hoped for. He then confirmed that Best Buy would be carrying the album on February 20th.

Chicago just pounded New Orleans. It's too bad cause N.O. totally had a shot at winning, down just 16-14 before Chicago took over. It's strange to think that there could be a Chicago-Indianapolis matchup in the Super Bowl. Eww...

Every basketball star has to start somewhere.

At the end of November, Sarah and I checked out a gym recommended by our teacher that was close to our school. Sarah needed to get in shape for her upcoming leave for the Air Force...and I was wanting to get in shape so that maybe I could play basketball in college? So we both were able to join up until April or whenever she was supposed to leave. Well, for the past couple of weeks I've been the only one out of the two of us actually going to the gym. After changing into my red shorts and t-shirt, I stare at myself in the long mirror. I definitely don't look like a basketball star. Anyone else in that gym who looks at me must be secretly laughing. I'm this pale white girl with spiderweb arms and legs who wears black and white Chuck Taylor shoes (at least I don't wear the red ones). My skin turns very pink while working out. Ah yes, I would laugh if I saw myself from someone else's point of view. It's still fun to observe other people. The owner of a business a couple hundred feet away comes in to walk on the treadmill and use the weight machines. I applied for a job at his business last year and actually came in for an interview. He never called me back about it. I don't know if he remembers who I am, but he's nice and we smile when we cross paths. Then there's the guy who gave me such a great deal on my gym membership, K.C., who says, "Aw, what do you want?" when I enter the gym. There are a few big scary black men. There are young white men with piercings and tattoos. There's a short chunky lady who mistakenly thought I was a cashier at Kroger. "You look just like her!" Then there is the occasional tanned white girl. Then there's Sarah. Okay that was a joke.

After running pathetically on a treadmill close to the business owner who never called me back, I tiredly make my way to the weight machines. I make sure that no one who looks strong is watching me as I change the amount of weights from slot 18 (at the very bottom) to slot 4 on most every machine. I am pleased to find that the business owner who never called me back uses no weights on the crunch machine while my abdominal section lifts 25 pounds on that piece of equipment.

I have met some cool people like K.C., the other guy who works there (I think his name is Jay), and some chick that I just met today. She and I were in the locker room and I asked her how long she had been coming to the gym. We briefly talked and she told me that she had just finished LVN school. She seemed nice.

So the point? I am slowly but surely building strength in my upper, middle, and lower body. And hopefully I am building my stamina. I walk in sporting glasses and Chuck Taylor's, pink spiderweb skin, and a goofy grin. Yeah, I'm gonna be a basketball star.

P.S. Happy birthday Hula. I won't be calling or writing you this time around, but I'll never forget your birthday.

Baltimore

I want Baltimore to get to the Super Bowl and win. I have Raven fever right now and it's due to Steve McNair, Jamal Lewis, Mark Clayton (Oklahoma, whut?!), Ray Lewis, Samari Rolle, and all those other guys. Their game against Indianapolis this afternoon should be good.

EDIT: This game stunk and was a waste of valuable time. I keep missing all of the good games, except that I watched the second half of New England-San Diego and it was good. I'm wanting a New England-New Orleans Super Bowl matchup. Stinky Baltimore, couldn't win a simple game against Indianapolis. Stinky Colts, beating my Ravens. Stinky stinky stinky.

It's something personal.

Kevin Max, the "eccentric" man behind the music of dc talk. (Don't be surprised if I talk about dc talk on more than one occasion. Old friends will never be surprised anyway.) So anyway, the start of my story begins a few months ago when I was with my best friend Sarah at her church's youth group one Wednesday night. At some point when we were all visiting with each other, I found a magazine on the magazine table that included an article about Kevin Max's latest project. Nearby was a girl whom I had met and spoken with more than once before. We had briefly spoken about another musical artist whom we both liked. I asked her if she liked Kevin Max. Her response was, "I don't listen to his music. He has a beautiful voice, but...I don't like him." She might not have said that she didn't like him, but she said something like that. My response was, "Oh, why (don't you like him)?" She wouldn't tell me and responded with something about "personal reasons" for not liking him. So I thought that maybe she was crazy and wouldn't like him just because he divorced his wife a few years ago. No, that wasn't it. "Oh, I didn't even know that." And she wouldn't tell me. Well, my best friend Sarah was there throughout the whole conversation, and her and I still ponder about this subject all of the time. What was it about Kevin Max that prompted her to not like him so much? I tell Sarah to ask the girl why she doesn't like Kevin Max all of the time before she goes to church on Wednesday nights. She hasn't asked her yet, but I am determined to find out the reason why. What on earth could it be that she wouldn't even tell me? Sarah and I talk about this almost every week. We thoroughly enjoy ourselves when we talk about it because we find it so ridiculous. We joke around and talk about wearing Kevin Max t-shirts or other KMax apparel to the Wednesday night meeting so that the girl will see us. So I occasionally try and think of personal or moral reasons that she wouldn't like Kevin Max...
* He divorced his wife (let's all have a cow and not listen to his music!)
* I think he had a baby out of wedlock because the time difference between the wedding with his new wife and the birth of his baby was something like six months (I can't even remember where I read that information. Oh yeah, Wikipedia.).
* Under the smoke/drink question on his MySpace, KMax has his answers marked as Yes/Yes (let's all have a cow and not listen to his music!)
* He has like, these huge tattoos on both of his arms. I was not aware of them until just a few days ago when I was browsing his website, which is something I rarely ever do. On one of his pictures, his tattoos were quite obvious. I'd put the picture on here, but my internet connection is too slow and stupid.

Probably none of these happen to be the reason why she doesn't like Kevin Max, but what she said still bothers me. I just can't figure out what it is. If it has nothing to do with his music, then what could it be? Sure, I disapprove of the morals of a lot of mainstream artists even if I like their music, but I still wouldn't go all crazy just because they do some things that I don't like. I don't judge people, and I especially try not to think badly of people I don't even know.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kevin_Max and http://www.kevinmaxmusic.com for background information and other stuff.
Album review coming soon. Don't get too crazy when you're listening to Kevin Max!

2007 Tostitos Bowl

Right now it's halftime between Ohio State and Florida for the college 'chip. I'm not an avid fan of either school, but since Florida is beating Ohio State so badly right now (it's 34-14, yikes!), I'm really wanting Ohio State to come back and at least make it a decent ball game. I really don't care who wins, but a good game is always fun to watch. I have much more to discuss, but the game should be back on now, so I'll check it out.

The Strange Sensation of Updating

After discovering that I am listed on the sidebar of a couple of bloggers that I read, I have decided to post, thinking that since I am listed on their sidebar...maybe they would actually read a post if I posted one. Isn't that a thought?
Well...I reread some previous posts and there are definitely some subjects I could update on. First of all, I've decided to major in Accounting. No music major (yikes), no journalism major, and I narrowed down which business field I want. My decision could definitely change, but accounting is the foundation for all things business, and I can do a lot with an undergrad degree in Accounting. I'm still going to study music and I still want to take a journalism class (or classes). I'm really not limited to just being an accountant with the degree, so I think that I'm making a good choice. Where I'm going for college next year is still up in the air and I have no idea what's going to happen.
I recently purchased some albums and I think I want to post some reviews on here soon. I love talking about music and records and discovering new artists. Music is amazing. Anyway, I think that people would like reading what I have to say about some of the music I listen to, so if anyone's reading this, you might come back to read what I have to say.
Indianapolis and Kansas City are playing in the first 2007 NFL playoff game. I don't think that KC is doing so well, but I want them to win. I've never really liked Indianapolis. Sorry, Colts fans.