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i made a myspace.

www.myspace.com/reokon

yeah, i'm an attention whore.

I look back on the past year and find that I'm not sad, but not happy about it. Sadly I have become numb to any sort of permanent emotion. I'm not depressed, I'm not joyous, I'm just empty. I have nothing to complain about because I've got the greatest parents and few family one could ask for. They support everything I aim to be and I love them for it. I've got few good friends that I can rely on for anything and who are willing to listen to me ramble on and on.

But what did I do from 18 to 19? I picked up a smoking habit(which is dying off), I became an alcoholic(which is dying off), I stopped smoking weed, I graduated high school, I lost some weight, I gained some muscle, I quit a job, I was a security guard for two days, I had a summer girlfriend, I started college, I decided to become a cage fighter, and I got turned down about as much as I usually do. Nothing above is special, but its not bad by any means. It was how I lived life and how I got by from day to day, whether it was waking up with a hangover or in a bed next to some one, maybe even early enough before school to hit the gym. Then I'd go to bed with blurred vision, bored out of my mind, or with thoughts of deviancy in my mind.

I guess I can pour beer now, just can't buy or drink it. Har har har.

Fall Out Boy's new album is pretty damn good. It's nothing new or exceptional, but from a band with a sound like their's I wasn't expecting them to bust out rapping. It's got songs for all those situations you get into and really seems to speak out. Hell, their debut single confronted a lot of the press they've been getting.

Jay-Z is on the opening track giving shoutouts. +10 points street cred.

Anyone else listening to it? Give me your thoughts on it and your favorite song. Mine would have to be Thriller so far.

1. You are in the Witness Protection Program and must invent a new first, last, and middle name.
Alexander Ace Stone

2. You get to date two famous people, alive or dead. Who would they be?
Elisha Cuthbert and Sarah Chalke

3. You are in charge of naming your new band. What's the name of the band?
The Ace of Spades

4. You are going to get a free tattoo. What is it and where do you want it?
I've already got it planned out. I just have to man up, tone up, and get the money. It's going to be a spade on either my shoulder or my upper back with tribal around it. Seems like a good idea at the moment.

5. You are being forced to listen to one song over and over, ad infinitum, as a form of torture. What song is it?
Motorhead - Ace of Spades or Slayer - Raining Blood

6. You are leaving your state/province. What province/state do you move to?
San Diego. By the beach man.

7. You are leaving your country, where would you move to?
Ireland or Japan. It'd be like going home or going to the most appealing tourist country in my mind.

8. You get to choose one book as the best ever written. What book do you choose?
Anything Hemingway, the only stories I enjoy reading.

9. You get to choose one movie as the best ever made. What movie do you choose?
Snatch. Pretty much anything with Jason Statham in it.

10. You get to spend one day each as a bird, an insect, and a mammal. What do you choose and where do you go?
If I were a bird I'd want to be a hummingbird. I'm never going to do cocaine but it'd be interesting to know how it feels to be going 100mph. If I were an insect I'd want to be an ant working with millions of other ants to create something bigger. If I were a mammal I'd want to be a gorilla or a panther. Something big and strong that kills things.

11. You must re-live one year of your life. Which year?
I'd want to relive my 16th year. As much trouble as I got in it was a lot of fun. Maybe this past year would be nice to repeat too.

12. Which would you least like to relive?
Anything before I was 10. I don't remember what happened, so I can't really decide.

13. You have a time machine that will take you backwards anywhere from 1800 to the present. What decade do you most want to visit?
I'd take it back to the 70's man. Dazed and Confused decade. With my 2007 knowledge I'd be running all kinds of shit. It would be, for lack of a better word, awesome.

14. You must choose to go skydiving or very-deep-sea diving.
I have an issue with both of these. If I had to choose, though, I'd go skydiving. I get nervous when I'm far away from oxygen.

15. You get to return to the past and hang out with someone from your past. Who do you pick?
Justice before all of the drinking and drugging. That way I could try and set him straight. Or maybe I'd want to hang out with my Uncle Larry more. He passed away and I don't think I saw him enough.

16. You get to be a contestant on any game show, airing today or in the past. What show do you want to be on?
Pros vs Joes. I want to grapple with Randy Coutoure and make him tap. Yarharhar.

17. You are given $1 million dollars but you must give it all to one charity. What charity do you choose?
They say Charity begins at home. I dunno, I'd probably donate it to cancer research or AIDS research.

18. You must ban one word from the dictionary and all usage, to be no longer uttered or written. What word do you ban?
I'd get rid of the word Like. I can be so attracted to a girl and when we have a conversation consisting of 20 likes I'm turned off.

19. You can have 100 million dollars tax free but if you take it, you'll die at the age of fifty. Do you take it?
Fifty, though its not THAT long, is plenty long for me to get my dreams accomplished with 100 million. Hell, with the money I'd find a way to live past 50. Mwahahaha.

20. 5 random things about me:
1) I use a coconut shampoo and conditioner(smells awesome)
2) Metalocalypse is my favorite show ever.
3) If I ever fell in love with some one, it'd be Amy, and I know this because it's been almost six months and I still think about her.
4) My right arm is 19" wide, while my left is only 18.5". Depressing, I know.
5) The only time I've ever passed out for any amount of time was when I jumped up and headbut a solid wood door frame. I was out for a good second or two.

And just like that my faith was revived. I'm told Anna-Molly is overplayed on the radio, but I don't listen to the radio. The song is fantastic, as is the rest of the album. Light Grenades appealed to me so much that I decided to bring to life all of the discography of Incubus. Over 150 songs now dawn my list from Incubus's beginning to their present. I even have some cover songs from a time long forgotten.

It was easy to forget how songs like "Pardon Me" and "Stellar" were major soundtracks in my life. I had forgotten how many times I sat with my CD player in-hand and continually pressed the back button to hear those songs again. Remember when Make Yourself was their newest CD? God, seems like forever ago.

Any of you like Incubus? If so, whats your favorite song?

My heart was racing.
There was more than just money riding on the results of this fight. My faith in the sport was also on the line as doubts of authenticity raced through my head. Was Wes right? Were these fights being rigged? The sport has become so popular that perhaps the greed of the owners had become more important to them than providing the world with an authentic match of blood and pain. Three minutes into the third round and everyone in the room was screaming. I had my fair share of beer and words, but nothing I could have said could articulate my feelings. My hands were shaking, my legs felt weak, but thirty nine seconds later I would be the happiest man there. I had won more than just money, I had sealed my faith in both the sport and in "The Ice Man." Chuck Liddell and Tito Ortiz put on a great show, but as was the result the first time they fought, the champion came out victorious.

Often times my friends will go off in random tangents about the superiority of people with helmets and pads chasing around a brown ball. Names and teams are shouted and represented but I'm left unphased as I always have been. I couldn't care less for football or any of your traditional sports. That was before Forrest Griffin and Chris Leben became celebrities from "The Ultimate Fighter." Sure, cage fighting isn't exactly a traditional sport, but it is the only sport in which a man has to prove his worth as a fighter by hurting his opposition. There are no goals to make, no passes to catch and no quarterback to sack. You step into that cage and its you and your opponent, gloves on, fists balled, and your will to impose. I believe that is why, and the growing population of fans will agree, that cage fighting is the greatest sport around. Look at the decline in boxing revenues. No one wants to watch some eight foot Russian beat the shit out of every person he runs into. People want to see fighters like Tito Ortiz drop elbows from top guard and cut some one's face open. They want to see fighters like Chuck Liddell connect with one looping punch across some one's chin and have it make their legs crumble. Consider me violent, but theres something you have to respect about these modern-day gladiators.

So I sit here, the day after the last UFC event of the year, with a smile on my face and only great expectations for the sport to come. Quinton Jackson and Mirko Cro Cop are coming, something that should ignite both the heavyweight and light-heavyweight divisions. February 3rd should be an excellent pay-per-view as it is the first event where the new Middleweight and Welterweight champions Anderson Silva and Georges "Rush" St.Pierre respectively defend their titles for the first time against The Ultimate Fighter 4 finalists Travis Lutter and Matt Serra.

And there I go. I'm just as bad as those people who spout off names like Tony Romo and claim the colors grey and blue until death. To most of, if not all of you, everything I'm saying in this post is just a blur that might have one or two sparks go off in your brain. To me, some one who says things like what I've said above is instantly a person I want to have a conversation with. Maybe if the fighters wore girl's pants and listened to Indie rock you guys would be fans. Instead, we have people like Forest Griffin who comes out to Trick Daddy or Tito Ortiz who comes out to Eminem, or Eric Schafer who comes out to Disturbed. The sport isn't for everyone I guess.

I just wish it was for one of you.

I'm living proof it can last a long time.

The year 2007 is just around the corner and as a result I've come to look back at who I was in 2006 and who I want to become in 2007. My resolutions should help, but thats only if I keep them.

Things to accomplish in 2007...
-Become far less brash.
-Open up without humor or sarcasm as a safeguard.
-Drop down to 225.
-Take two fighting classes(Brazillian JJ and Boxing most likely, maybe Muay Thai Kickboxing).
-Pass both semesters at Pima.
-Get a hair cut(Haven't gotten one since January of 06', so I'm thinkin its time).
-Grow a full beard.
-Get a job I enjoy.
-Watch every UFC PPV available, maybe Pride too.
-Learn to play my guitar(that I've had for like, three years).
-Quit smoking(Weed down, Cigs to go).
-Do more than one pullup(No matter how massive my arms are I can't seem to do it).
-Write lyrics for/record/be featured on one song(I'd be rapping of course. I can't sing unless its death metal).
-Beat Chris West in arm wrestling.
-Drink only once a week(and dont drink more than I should).
-Get more people to volunteer for ass kickings(Chris Jordan already got his).
-Buy a cd.
-22's son(if Big Black can do it, I can).
-Leave the country for at least a day this summer(Mexico doesn't count).
-Not think "what a spaz" when I read Beth's Livejournal posts.
-Go to a live UFC event(Rage in the Cage just wasn't the same).
-Tell you how I really feel about you.
-Learn to keep resolutions that you make.


Quite a list, but hey, the more there are the less bad I look when I fail to meet the important ones. Say I don't drop down to 225, but I stop thinking Beth is a spaz. Sure I'll still be rounder than I'd like, but hey, I'll be able to tolerate random surges of capslock.
Then again, we all know...
CAPSLOCK IS CRUISECONTROL FOR COOL!

I arrived at Dental Village at Broadway and Kolb at 1:05pm. I checked in and took my seat. I skimmed a few magazines to pass time. A boring half-hour later a nurse comes up to get me. I go back to a room and take a seat in an uncomfortable chair. Another half-hour passes and I'm greeted by a different nurse. We talk about the procedure that was supposed to occur. I was to have a crown fitted, a simple 30 minute procedure and I would be on my way. She got a hygenist in there to numb me, and then I was left alone. The time was finally about 2:15 when the manager of the building came in to talk to me. "It seems the root canal wasn't completed properly, so we'll be sending you to Grant and Alvernon to get it fixed." The half of me that was paying for the procedure was angry, but my calmer side took control and I nodded and sighed. They lead me to the front and sent me to the other location.

I arrive at Grant and Alvernon at 2:30. They quickly send me to the back and I figure that the procedure will go quickly, as everyone that I talked to and their mother was singing the gospel and praising just how fantastic this doctor I traveled so far out of my way to see was. Finally, at about 3, he arrives in the room. He takes a look at the x-ray of my tooth, then leaves without saying a word. I end up waiting another 20 minutes before a nurse comes and talks to me. "The doctor cannot fix the root canal, so you will be forced to see a specialist. We can give you an appointment for November 8th at 3:45pm." I shake my head and let out a slight chuckle. A 30 minute procedure that was already cutting into my schedule for the day had turned into a two hour excursion through boredom and immense amounts of traffic.

Why, God, why? Why is this damned tooth such an issue for everyone that claims to know what they're doing? I got the original root canal over a month ago, so why am I just now finding out that it was done incorrectly? Why can't this damned tooth, which I broke in October of Freshman year, be finished?

Because where you find God, you find the Devil, and for as good as I might be treating my body now, my tooth shall not find itself in the same treatment.

At least i have 19 inch biceps. That's always reassuring.

CAD FTW