Fun Day In Queens/ Childhood Memory

Hey boys and girls... Mr. Rubes here to teach some math.... today we're doing Blogarithms. Haha, sup guys... Idk about you, but I had a really chill day today. I spent it with a few really good friends. Me and MacDeezy chilled for a while at my house, I serenaded him with my songs that I wrote... and when I say "serenaded," I mean that in a totally non-gay way... it was more like a musical chest bump. Then we played pool for a bit. Then later on I hung out with my 2 favorite Californians in their new apartment in Queens and had a grand old time. 'Twas quite a fun day... I didn't exercise though! Grr! Rubes' weight loss challenge isn't going too well... BUT I SHALL NOT YIELD!! I'm still determined to lose the weight I want to lose and get the body I want, nah mean homes? Yeah, you do...

I'm listening to like, the chillest song ever made. It's like Lenny Fonz the Legend on steroids... chill steroids. It's called "Something About Us" by Daft Punk. It feels like such a sex song... like a modern day, techno version of Barry White's voice. Now I'm just listening to chill songs... I'm about to make a chill song playlist.... and I'll call it "Lenny Fonz the Legend." Sweet.

So today my dad gave me this huge "One Way" sign today that he used as a wall decoration. 'Tis now hanging triumphantly above my mirror, look:



That sign wreaks of win and awesomeness. I've always wanted to get street signs in my room, and now my life long dream has finally come true. I will now bask in it's glory.

**RANDOM THOUGHT ALERT**

A friend of mine just asked me "What was my favorite childhood memory?" and I really didn't know how to answer that, but for a good reason. It kinda dawned on me just now, but I had an amazing childhood. It was great, every summer was fun filled, I went to good schools, and I had friends that stayed with me from when I first started school until the present day. And to tell you the truth, it's all thanks to my parents, who put me and my sis before anything and everything. Like it's little things they did that made a big difference. For example, I was on a baseball team when I was 8. I wasn't very good at all, from what I can remember, but my parents still showed up to every game. I recently found a little plaque with the team picture and my little personal baseball card type picture. Btw, I look like a total 8 year old badass with my bat posing like I'm about to knock one out the park =). Well I took a look at the team photo, and I remembered something that I total forgot: My dad was a coach on my team. And from what he told me about his childhood, he never even played baseball himself. But he was a volunteer coach, just for me. That's love, man... I remember when i was on the track team in middle school, my parents showed up to all my track meets... and every football game in high school too, even away games. One time my dad even helped out with the 1st down chains when no one else wanted to at one of my football games. They were always there to give me a ride, always made sure I was prepared for what I was doing, and everything in between.

Well after my little trip down Memory Lane, I think I'm gonna call it quits for the night. I'll leave you guys with a nice little parting gift, though: Me looking like a badass 8 year old baseball player! Enjoy: