Rhys gets lost in the woods for fun

( Come back baby, Rock 'n Roll never forgets  )

Seriously? I don't want this streak to end. Ever. Statically, I know that's an impossibility, but holy crap.

First. I come in the top freaking 20 at the tournament. I've never done that. Okay, it was 20, but that still counts! Not a bad prize from it either. I think I'm going to get a new tent with it, seeing as how I set it up in the front yard today and it looks like some mice, moths, and other things did some considerable damage to it over the winter in the attack over the winter. That and the thing is damn thing is old. It was my great uncles, so yeah, might be time to upgrade.

Anyway. Then there's my nephew. Whose pretty cool little dude. You know for a baby. For some reason my sister's under the impression that I'll be teaching it how to box and do keg stands. And I keep telling her, not until the little bro turns 17. Then all bets are off, and he'll be begging his cool Uncle Rhys to teach him the ways of the world. Damn right.

THEN! E and I get put in charge. I know, who in their right mind would put us in charge of the A-Sig? But it happened. There's a new sheriff and deputy in town kids, get ready, because we have ideas. Well. I have ideas. And I should probably clear them with El Presidente before I actually say what they are. There might be kiddie pools and coffee makers involved in this one.

And now! Now. I found a candy bar. In my desk when I was looking for my trunks so I can get back into the pool so that I can make sure I'm in shape to start my oh so awesome summer job life guarding. Can I really say best week ever? Because at this rate, I'd take that bet.

So the weigh in went pretty well this afternoon. And despite my sister's best attempts to make me fat over the past week I made my usual weight class. Even caught a glimpse of the Puerto Rican guy I'm fighting tomorrow night. He's skinny and from what they say he's got pretty fast hands. And I've got a few pounds on him, but that shouldn't be too much of a problem. I think. I'm just excited to get started with this. I've worked my ass off for all of my finals, they're all now taken and in the hands of my professors (the merciful hands of my professors I should add. Not really worried save for one class, but everyone was kind of in the same boat so at least I'm not the only one) at this point.

Bright sides though? I can now make a building unplottable. And quite effectively I might add, so I know I aced that final. Also, we're having elections at the last Chapter meeting so I guess we get to see whose taking over now that our current Captain A-Sig is leaving us. So...hopefully I won't be too out of it to make the choice I want to make.

I'm not wearing pants today and you can't make me. Even broke out the special boxers for this.

And for anyone who cares, the No Pants Day Party starts at eight-ish. You know the rules! Come on! One last blow out before the semester ends!

I know, this might surprise a few of you, but, yes, I can actually read and I do actually read the newspaper on a somewhat regular basis. And I'm not going to lie. I can't honestly say I would have thought about it too hard if say Aspen had dropped to the ground like that. People being freaked out does weird shit to their heads. Trust me. I'm well versed in this area. So whose to say how one might react when panicked? I'm not supporting all of these actions and everything that happened, but I do think that people should think about what they're saying before they actually say it. Because you can say how you're going to react, but the fact of the matter is, how certain can you be that you would/wouldn't do that in their shoes?

Now on that rare thought filled note, I'm off to the gym. Last real tournament until July next weekend, so I've got to make this one count. Plus, it's the one that because of those, ah, quicker bouts I had a while back, this is the one I got automatically entered into. So, I'd better bring my a-game for this.

Huh.

Fucking Echo. Lies right? I mean, it's what they do after all...but...still

Waldo's is half off on imports tonight so that's where I'll be if anyone needs me.

So. If anyone was actually taking bets on who is, in fact, the loudest and angriest Macmillan, I've just gone ahead and claimed the title. I'm not coming home until the morning. Fuckers won't let me go.

And I'm just going to say this:

There had better be cold beer in the fridge when I get home.

Know what the funny part about getting accused of being on steroids is?

No really, does anyone know? Because I'm still trying to find the humor in this. Even though I got to go down and get tested...twice today because of an "anonymous source" that was worried about my rage-yness with the two matches before last and then suddenly my lack there of the last one. So. That was a great way to spend an afternoon.

On the bright side: I have skittles. A big bag of them.

[dictaquilled and written after the fight, so around 9 pm]

I don't like losing. At all. It's not as fun as winning. And Technical Knock Outs are no where near as good as real Knock Outs. Mostly because you're still aware of mostly everything that's going on. I also don't like it when people tell me that I need the rage monster to win. Because I don't like being that rage-y it gives me a headache. But you know what's great for getting rid of those headaches? More of these little green pills. I like these better than the stuff they gave me last night. They don't taste bad. Actually, they really don't taste like anything. Except air.

Oh man. I figured out what air tastes like. SPEAKING OF FOOD. I DEMAND CAKE. It's OTTO'S BIRTHDAY damnit and I demand cake. And my twin. I demand CAKE MY TWIN AND MY GIRL. Because she's awesome. GIRLFRIEND OF THE YEAR. How man girls would sit and watch their boyfriend get hit in the face repeatedly and still cheer them on? Just mine!

HOLY FUCK THAT WAS A GIANT.....oh. It was just Darien trying to steal my socks again. What is it with that cat and socks? [laughter] This is the fuzziest cat EVER....

The last two training sessions before a match are always the best and the worst, for the same reasons. I always know exactly what I'm doing wrong, what I need to work on, what I'm doing well with, and I always tend to push myself a little harder so I'm a little sore in some areas. Tonight was one out of the two, I really should rest tomorrow, but tomorrow's won't be so bad. A little shorter, but I still need to work on a thing or two. Needless to say I won't have the rage monster like I've had the last two, so it'll probably be a longer one on Saturday. Not that I'm going to mind, it'll be nice to play the chess game again.

I have no energy for...basically anything. I just want to do...nothing right now. Expect for maybe sitting on the couch and throwing stuff at Scott. I always have energy for that.

Now that it seems that I can stop threatening yelling forcing searching for my beautiful and lovely girlfriend and my talented and ass kicking cousin I guess things can start getting back to normal. And to start that off, our oh so dedicated President as asked us to pass along a message for him:

Gentlemen have you ever thought of rushing at fraternity? It's not just about keggers and meeting cute sorority girls. Though, that is a perk. It's about brotherhood, developing life long relationships and getting involved with our little community here at Eolas. We here at Alpha Sigma like to think that we have a reputation for not only having fun, getting involved, being friendly and open to all people. But, as one of the songs go "He's a man you ought to know...he's a gentleman and a scholar with a heart beneath his vest. He looks like all the others, but he's better than the rest..."

Yes. We have songs. We even have a Sweetheart song. So! Ladies, you know you want to hear it, so get your man to show up to the A-Sig house on Saturday! Our event starts at 7:30 so don't be late!

New personal best.

K.O. in 2:58. Sam went down hard. Though he got a few good cracks at me. My left was too damn slow this time. My trainer keeps telling me this is a good thing over all and got me an automatic bid to the next tournament. I don't even have to pay the fee for it.

And yet. This all means very little and has just left me feeling more exhausted than I've felt in a long time.

First off. Ethan. I'm not going to kill you. No matter how angry I am, I would never do that. Ever. I'm sorry I took a swing at you the other night....sort of.

Second of all. I'm glad you're alright Sylvia.

Third of all. If you'll excuse me, I have a long day of camping out at the Ministry and demanding that they find my fucking girlfriend.

Fourth of all. You all can quit telling me to calm the fuck down. Telling me that only pisses me off more.

I almost feel bad for the guy I'm fighting tonight. Sam's going down quick tonight. I can feel it. Since SOMEONE ELSE JUST FUCKING TOLD ME THAT THIS ISN'T MY BUSINESS. FUCK. HOW IS THIS NOT MY BUSINESS?!

ALRIGHT WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?! I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF THERE IS A SINGLE FUCKING HAIR OUT OF PLACE ON MY GIRLFRIENDS HEAD I WILL SEE THAT YOU SPEND THE REST OF YOUR FUCKING LIFE BROKEN AND IN ROTTING IN AZKABAN. DO YOU HEAR ME?! I DON'T CARE WHAT IT IS SOMEONE WILL PAY FOR THIS.

FIRST SYLVIA AND NOW ASPEN. FUCK! SHIT!

Want to know which Macmillan is dating Aspen? Here's a hint, it's not Dean, or Otto or Asher, or any one else I'm related to for that matter. Because I just so happen to be that lucky guy on Miss Duke's arm. See. I do win at life.

I also really don't hate the idea of Battle Dome. I'd gladly take E as my second any day of the week. I mean, you really can't beat us. He's got the brains, and I got the brawn, so there really would be no stopping us. Just saying. Speaking of which, upping the training tonight. So I'm in for a few painful fun days a head of me I suspect.

( Hexed private, Ethan can read )

Out of all of the years I've worked as a life guard during the summers, I've never woken up with this much sand in places that I don't want sand to be. And no matter how hard I tried to get rid of the excess sand before entering my room, I know it'll be sticking around for the next month. Just hopefully it won't end up in my bed.

But it was worth it. I think. Which it mostly hurts to do.

A counter argument:

Fuck you Cassidy. Your ass was mine. Had the Hit-Wizards not broken it up, you would have been on the ground, bleeding and broken. And as for the next time. Not happening. Wouldn't want you to embarrass yourself.


Thanks Otto for coming and getting me. I owe you one.

K.O. 45 seconds into the second round. Total length of the match 3:45. Brad landed three blows on me total. I almost feel bad. Almost.

I love Fridays. Don't you love Friday's too? Best day of the week in my opinion. Even the work out that Joe put me through this evening felt fantastic. I'm pretty sure that life can't get much better right now. Actually, no, that's a lie, but hell, it's pretty damn good right now.

( Aspen )

( Ethan )

Well...it's over. Finished...20th out of 50 so two spots better than I did last time.

And you'll never guess what ballet looks like on these things they gave me. I saw things. Like...things! I got kicked out about half way through, but snuck back in because I'm pretty sure I paid good money for it damnit.

Why the hell is there a orange in my lap?!

Face hurts. Getting the nose fixed tomorrow by a Healer. Ribs too. I think it's time for another visit from my new little green pill friends. Even if they make....what the hell you stupid orange! I'm pretty sure that it's not supposed to be staring back at me.

ASPEN. DID YOU GET THE KITTENS?!