Monday, April 30, 2007

Anger--use it, but don't lose it.

Grrrr. Somehow this whole thing is turning into a soccer bloggins--a very angry soccer bloggins. Tonight we lost 2-0 to our biggest rivals, the Colorado Rapids. I could go into the pathetic details of the game, but I won't for two reasons: (1) I fear that if I do, then no one will read my bloggins apart from my brother and Abe Joaquin (I want people to read my blog because I measure my self-worth on how many comments I receive) and (2) our 4 5 1 formation works like crap and we need to be a 4 4 2 if we really want to be effective (3) I'm not impressed with our coach (4) my knee hurts (5) we're having serious goal keeper issues and (6) Pablo Mastroeni is a tool. That is way more (quattro mas) than two reasons.

After the game I was pleased to find my car had a lovely piece of paper informing me that I owe some money to the U of U for parking in the wrong spot. Icing on the cake.

Friday, April 27, 2007

Futurologists, techmology, etc.

So I went to the Alternate Commencement last night. There is so much I could say about the event but I am not. Only this--I wish they would have introduced our favorite Green Party celeb as "Ralph Nader, as seen on Ali G."

Ali G-"Surely [the rainforest natives] would be well happy to get out of there.
It must be crap living there. No McDonalds. No KFC. Nowhere to drive around. All these monkeys plopping on your head. Who would stay there? You'd have to be absolutely mental."

Nader-"First of all, the monkeys are not eager to plop on people's heads."

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Look at me, I'm famous. (part II)

Why are there pictures of me on this website? Look at that incredible cross. Incredible.

Monday, April 23, 2007

Knew kickses

Whoa, I think I'm going to exceed my usual footwear spending limit of $40 for new 'roo boots. I'm a little nervous. Goodbye tax return!

Surely I'll be the handsomest boy on the pitch with them on; an honor that is worth any amount of money right?

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Pharty time

The other night we went to a random party in the SLC. I seem to remember going to dozens of random parties just like this one when I lived up there. Why did I keep on going to them? All the people just stand around talking—no dancing, no prancing, no nothing! No fun. Plus, I’m really, really not motivated to meet people who have no connections with me or with anyone I know. So I usually end up just standing in the corner gazing at the family pictures. So I guess it’s just easier to put on music and dance the time away until we leave. It becomes my mission to convert a stand-around-talking-party into a stand-around-and-stare-at-the-weird-kids-dancing-party. They look at us like we’re freaks, and I guess they’re a little justified.


Well, first things first. I’m sad to report that Andy Williams, my favorite player on Real Salt Lake, got slide tackled from behind during this week’s league game and totally broke his ankle. It’s especially sad because in the previous game he scored a delicious game-winning goal to complement his 2007 season debut off the bench. Looks like he will not be playing for the rest of the season. I’m absolutely bummed to the max. Not only did Andy get hurt, but also we lost to 4-0 to Chivas USA, the pseudo-Mexican MLS team. SHEESH. As I try not to wallow too much in pessimism, the only minutely good thing I can think of that came out of that game was that my MLS man-crush scored his 100th career goal against my team. Congrats Ante Razov; you deserve every goal—and you’re totally hot (I’m not ashamed to admit it). Also, speaking of man-crushes, I think Sam and Carter are each hot, and I’m totally man-crushin on them both—equally.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

If only...

One thing that would make my blogging experience even more savory would be if Carter started a blog. So I ask of you (even beg) that when you see Carter next please beseech of him to start a blog.

April Infinity

Hello my dear internet cohorts. I would like to make shout out to a very special reader named Sheldon Kent. I’m glad you’ll be reading this. You are wonderful. Perhaps someday I’ll name my brother after you.

Well, I haven’t been able to blog in a few days much to my dismay. Can you blame me, it’s been the final week of classes and I’ve been busy doing things; e.g., skateboarding; i.e., not homework.

There has been alog of interesting stuff that has happened this week. Here's a few of the exciting pieces that make up my life.

This afternoon was spent at Rice-Eccles Stadium supporting Real Salt Lake. We drew second week in a row—last week to one of the better teams in the league and this week to an incredibly mediocre one. Oh well, at least we didn’t lose.

Last night my coworker Alla and myself went into work after-hours to get a tripod we forgot to pack for a commercial shoot the next day (today). The tripod was in a locked fenced area inside our building. Our boss had been pretty sick that day, and was compelled to come in earlier to fix another unrelated emergency. Needless to say, he wasn’t in the best of moods. You can guess why we didn’t want to burden him with such petty details of our incompetence so late at night. Alla determined the only solution to be that she climb the fence and the pass the tripod over to me. My favorite detail of this story is that inside the cage hangs a sign that states, “Smile, you’re on camera!” complete with security guard watching on the other end. She lugged the tripod over the fence into my gentle yet masculine arms. The whole process was quite a raucous and I was rather paranoid that any second the security guard was going to come in with a SWAT team or something. He didn’t. As we walked by the security guard to check out of the building we noticed he was engaged in the Jazz game on TV. The Jazz won. We won too. Nice. Another lovely detail of this story is that during the shoot we realized that we took the wrong tripod and we had to go back and trade it. Nice.

I'm really good at putting sunblock on my face, just not anywhere else.

For some reason my brother’s glasses broke when he walked by some sweet brethren.

Monday, April 9, 2007

Who is better looking?

Okay readers. I need your participation on this one. I constantly need reinforcement telling me I’m more handsome than my striking older-brother Nelson. I promise you I’m not self-conscious about such shallow things, but I just want to know—you know curiosity . . . yeah. So please leave a comment voting on whom of the Brothers Bruggeman was the better looking 15-year-old, Rory or Nelson. Be honest. I’m hoping for a record-breaking 4 comments!!!

Nelson’s hair is a little off-color. I remember coming into our backyard one lovely summer afternoon to find Nelson spraying this crazy liquid that I’d never heard of in his hair. His friend Mike had just discovered what hydrogen peroxide does when you put it in your hair. I was jealous. I wanted to be cool and progressive with my hair too. To help you understand and appreciate my credibility at this time, this is a phase in my life where I wanted some JNCO jeans (this is a good six months before JNCO got so played out, stupid posers). As you can imagine, my parents were very happy to come home to their oldest son with the most repulsively colored hair possible. Actually—it kind of looks like my hair color—so never mind about that ugly color thing.

The only thing I have to report about my picture is that this is a time in my life where I wore headgear. I know how much you love my masculine jaw line now, so you can thank my headgear for that one.

Friday, April 6, 2007

Wow, what a productive day. I went to class, to work, to a TMA 112 thingy (see picture), to the library to watch a video that wasn't there, and then I sat next to Hannah and gmail chatted her and we made fun of the girl sharing the table with us. I get deep satisfaction out of taking the mick out of someone who can see and hear me yet they can't read my gmail conversation. Feel the power.

I planned on doing some homework, but instead I read the first 26 pages of American History X's script online. Thank you Internet.

Also, I would kill for a pulchritudinous ponytail like the one in this picture.

Thursday, April 5, 2007

Who are these people?

First watch this.

My roommates and I have been having weekly half-hour dance parties for the last five months or so, and they have become quite popular among residents of Provo. The rising popularity of our parties has caused some of us dance elitists (as I like to call myself) to frown. I guess I’m a little holier than thou on some things, especially regarding the people who come to dance parties at my house. I hope I don’t sound self righteous, but if I don’t know you then I’m holier than thou. So don’t come over if you’re not holy or at least know someone holy. (If you’re a girl then you’re holy enough too)

Anyway, to make a medium sized story short, we had a two week dance party sabbatical period in hopes that these random kids would see that the parties were canceled and therefore never step foot in our house again. I guess you could say we were purging our self.

Tonight was our “Welcome Back Dance Party” dance party. I would rate it a 2 on a scale of 1 to (hard)core. I give it a 2 because my playlist was insane-good and we were graced with the presence of my homies Jackson and Bee Money (independent of each other). Bless you Bee, bless you. The score was tainted because the speakers didn’t really work and there were still several dudes I didn’t know. Looks like our sabbatical failed, or at most got a D- (Is this minus supposed to be an em dash, en dash, or hyphen?). I wonder if these kids just drive by my house every week in hopes of a party. A little word of advice—a true stalker never goes inside the house and being a true stalker is the best way to win my heart.

Who arrrrrre these people?!!!

Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Class of 1999

This is lovely. My family is gathered around my older brother upon his long awaited and narrowly missed high school graduation. Probably the best part of this photo is my friend Scotty B. Married who is kneeling on the right. His shirt says “Middle Aged Mutant Ninja Mother.” Bless the DI and bless whoever’s mother donated that shirt so some needy individual could have it on their back.

Another noteworthy person in this photo is Jerry (second from right). Jerry was my brother’s best friend. I was always proud to know Jerry. Apart from being one the best looking boys at my high school, Jerry was especially cool because he lip-slid the Canyon Rim 21 stair handrail on his snowboard. I personally filmed it on a cold winter night late in the last millennium. I made sure to mention this to all the cool snowboard kids at my high school in hopes of me gaining some shred-cred. My report is that they were in fact very impressed—just not with me. Oh well, I’ll keep trying.

By the way, did I mention that my best friend's older brother is a professional snowboarder? You heard already? Never mind then…

Sunday, April 1, 2007

Look at me, I'm famous.

That's right kiddies, I'm in the newspaper. This picture was in this Sunday's issue of the Deseret News. It was taken When Jeff Cunningham scored the winning goal in the 90th minute against DC United. Me ------>
I know you all are very concerned with such matters, especially cause it happend last year. What a game and what a memory was had by all.

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