I'd like to talk to you about my roommate. I mean it seems pretty fitting since really, with out him I wouldn't have this blog. I don't own my own laptop see so I had to make do with his while he's at work. So for my first post I'm going to pay tribute to the guy- Nay, the man, and his name is Garrett.
Lets go back to the time when we all wore Quicksilver and listened to Good Charlotte because we thought it was cool. I've known Garrett since sophomore year of high school when we were on the same soccer team. No we weren't "on the team." We weren't good enough to parade our "talents" for Spanish Fork High School. We were on whats called a "club" team. Which is Nebo School District's definition for "the kids that aren't good enough but shouldn't feel left out" team. To this day I can't remember what our name was. I don't even think we had one, all I know is that our uniforms were checkered red with a flaming soccer ball on the top right of the chest. We were in high school, so naturally we called ourselves "The Flamers." Yeah, that was the depth of mine and a select few's hilarity humor Spanish Fork High had to offer. Turns out the joke was on us cause we sucked somethin awful I'll tell ya. Just think about that for a moment. We, who couldn't make our high school team were playing against other people who weren't even good enough to make their own school team either! Talk about last place in yo face right thurr.
Any way, I got off subject. Garrett and I lost touch of one another after high school. Well that's putting it lightly. We lost touch after soccer and went about our lives... Until years later, in a galaxy far far away... Or to some of you Houston, Texas. Some how we managed to make the same decision to work in the security system business from a mutual "half headed" friend of ours. The die was cast, and Garrett and I became roommates. After both of us came home to Utah at separate times from Texas, and for reasons I will explain in a different post that I've decided to title "The Life and Lies in H-Town," Garrett and I still stayed roommates.
So here we are! Playing Black Ops, watching Prison Break and talking about women we don't have. Typical roommate stuff from a not so typical dude. He may yell at AT&T representatives from time to time, school me in Mortal Combat, swear at the broken lazy boy chair in his late night attempts to fix it, or even leave half drank Mountain Dew Live Wire cans on the window seal for no reason what so ever; but in simplest terms... My roommate... Is A Straight Up Balla Yo!
Lets go back to the time when we all wore Quicksilver and listened to Good Charlotte because we thought it was cool. I've known Garrett since sophomore year of high school when we were on the same soccer team. No we weren't "on the team." We weren't good enough to parade our "talents" for Spanish Fork High School. We were on whats called a "club" team. Which is Nebo School District's definition for "the kids that aren't good enough but shouldn't feel left out" team. To this day I can't remember what our name was. I don't even think we had one, all I know is that our uniforms were checkered red with a flaming soccer ball on the top right of the chest. We were in high school, so naturally we called ourselves "The Flamers." Yeah, that was the depth of mine and a select few's hilarity humor Spanish Fork High had to offer. Turns out the joke was on us cause we sucked somethin awful I'll tell ya. Just think about that for a moment. We, who couldn't make our high school team were playing against other people who weren't even good enough to make their own school team either! Talk about last place in yo face right thurr.
Any way, I got off subject. Garrett and I lost touch of one another after high school. Well that's putting it lightly. We lost touch after soccer and went about our lives... Until years later, in a galaxy far far away... Or to some of you Houston, Texas. Some how we managed to make the same decision to work in the security system business from a mutual "half headed" friend of ours. The die was cast, and Garrett and I became roommates. After both of us came home to Utah at separate times from Texas, and for reasons I will explain in a different post that I've decided to title "The Life and Lies in H-Town," Garrett and I still stayed roommates.
So here we are! Playing Black Ops, watching Prison Break and talking about women we don't have. Typical roommate stuff from a not so typical dude. He may yell at AT&T representatives from time to time, school me in Mortal Combat, swear at the broken lazy boy chair in his late night attempts to fix it, or even leave half drank Mountain Dew Live Wire cans on the window seal for no reason what so ever; but in simplest terms... My roommate... Is A Straight Up Balla Yo!
haha oh dear.
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