KEEEEAIAAHHHHH!!!!!

When someone can kick over their head... or behind their head for that matter, its pretty darn impressive.

When someone can jump almost as high as you are tall, It also falls under the "holy shit" category.

I went to kickboxing with my mother on tuesday, and then with my sisters tonight (were not actually a tight family, we all kind of hate eachother), and it was rediculous... and really really really fun.

Number one, kickboxing is NOT a sissy fighting style. Its a brutal fighting style, because you kick people in their face. An uncommon fact about peoples faces is that it is where their eyes, ears, nose, teeth, and mostly all the parts of your body that make you beautiful are. Getting a foot there can be pretty detrimental to your dating life. Also you will sweat more than you ever possibly thought could come out of you without dying.

Number two. Living proof that people my size can probably kick anyones ass. Im not saying that I can kick ass in any way shape or form, But there are guys that are smaller than me that can apparently flying kick like they just jumped out of Mortal Kombat, onto your face, ready to rip your spine out (Fatality!).

Number three. My mom is the oldest person in the class, and I am proud that someone her age (which isnt 21 as she likes to tell people, which is getting harder and harder since im now 20) is able to keep up with all us young pups. I would even go so far as to say that in a few months, or a year or two, a small infant might have some trouble besting her in a fight.

Anyways, in conclusion, all the really good guys at the gym do this loud outward breathing thing, where they make a cool intimidating noise when they punch or kick. Most breath heavily and kinda spit. Some do the traditional "HAHHH". Another guy goes "ISEEEE" really crazily and sweatily.

What im asking for is a sound.
I need a cool sound to make.
Gimmie some suggestions so I can kick extra ass.

Love Cole.

Bye Bye Dignity.

Last night involved me mostly naked at the bar.

Thats cool, I'm confident with my body and girls constantly touching my exposed bum to grope it.

What I'm not cool with is the fact that alcohol makes me an idiot... not even like a "I think I'm gonna ride this motorcycle on this jump over this shark" idiot.
Its more of a "I'm gonna WALK HOME FROM THE F#&!ing WALL"

I live at least 6 kilometers away from the Wall.

I walked home... naked.

I could have gotten raped
Or killed
Or raped and killed
Or killed and raped
Or just eaten by a bear.

Basically the moral of the story is... if you see a naked kid walking home tomorrow night. Pick him up and give him a ride.

But don't rape and kill him...
Thanks

Love Cole

The Upcoming Election.

As many of you know, the upcoming election is just on the horizon.

I happen to be working for the election this year as a Poll Clerk for the advance polls. I just got home from my training session in how to do this job since apparently my job is kinda important. During this time I came across a very startling revelation.

I am probably 60 years younger than 98% of the other people working the election.

Upside = Cookies, sweaters and hugs, because apparently am a "fine young gentleman".

Downside = Probabbly no flirting with co workers on the job... well... maybe.

Cole.

PS. Vote.
PPS. I was kidding about the flirting thing. I will not flirt. Unless there are cookies and sweaters at stake.

Forever Young.

I have a confession to make.

I have a terrible, unyielding fear of getting old... but its not for the reasons you would expect. I've been balding since about age 2, so that ones not even included.

At 20 years of age, most people would tell me that my fear of time is unfounded since with the miracles of medical science i could easily live past my 80s, making my life only 1/4 finished. My fear is not that my time on the earth are almost done, its that the GOOD times are nearly gone.

Below lies the reasons why.

9th Birthday -"OHHHHH MY GOSH! My birthday is tomorrow and when I turn 9 Mom said I could stay up to watch a BIG KID SHOOOOOOOW! I think I just peed my Power Ranger Pajamas!"

16th Birthday - "My birthday is tomorrow. I'm totally getting my license. Then I'm totally getting a car, and I'm SO getting to 2nd base in the back seat. Its gonna be sickkkk."

18th Birthday - " My birthday is tomorrow. The second that clock strikes midnight, I'm running over to the corner store and buying... A LOTTERY TICKET. I also cant wait to Vote. I'm gonna bring my voters card to school, and allllll the ladies are gonna be up on this because politics ROCK!" (Sidenote. Contrary to what most females think, like 98% males don't buy porn on their 18th birthday, because everyone knows you can get it on the internet for free. It's common sense.)

19th Birthday - "Fake ID, welcome to the garbage can. You were kinda pointless, since you had a picture of a middle eastern man on you, and said that I was 6'3, but you and me had some good times attempting to get into bars. Tomorrow i am waltzing into that LCBO and buying one of everything they have. Then I'm gonna buy 32 packs of cigarettes. Then I'm gonna smoke and drink everything that I bought, and then head to the bar. Oh, and while I'm gonna pick up cougars. Yay for me."

20th Birthday- "Well... last year I didn't pick up any cougars, since I was busy throwing up. Well none of that matters. This year is what really matters! THIS YEAR I'M GONNA... oh damn.Wait no. I'm old."

Many people will argue that your 21st birthday is your last great birthday, since you can drink in the USA. I argue, whats so good about the US? If you do something stupid drinking, you have to pay for your hospital visit. Lameeeee.

Basically the problem that I'm facing right now is that I'm trying to balance the joys of my youth with the responsibilities of adulthood.

Trying to balance your education to become an adult while still maintaining the level of randomness and stupidity that goes along with being young is a difficult task indeed. I lost my balance two years ago which resulted in me leaving Nipissing University. Luckily I've had the opportunity to come back to the place and people I love... I'm finding my balance.

So the moral of the story is, find your balance, but please stay young. Before you know it we will all be 30, paying mortgages, making car payments and wondering where all those good times you had in school ever did go. Make sure you have some good drinking stories to tell the grand-kids.

As for me. I should probably be doing my essays to maintain my balance of not failing classes.

Love Cole.