so on the way home from the gym last night, brian and i were confronted by a shady-looking fellow who wanted a ride home. my internal alarms went off as i wondered how this guy got to the gym without a car. he told me someone else dropped him off. ok so i stalled for time but then figured if he was at the ARC that meant he was an OSU student and couldn't be that bad. BOY was i right. yeah nothing happened, but his girlfriend called while he was in the car (i had to take him to olentangy commons) and she had suspicions that he was with another girl, rather than pumping iron. he kept on saying "baby you trippin', this is really sad that you're thinkin' i'm with another girl". he even asked us to vouch for him over the phone. we declined. you know i've always been a very trusting person, eager to do favors for complete strangers (nothing sexual, you perverts). but at midnight, with a seedy character, requesting that i take him out in the cut of ohio state...something just didn't seem kosher. and i know kosher. i have to study for a big french test tomorrow, but i find it far more important to cheer on my Tribe and will c.c. sabathia to 20k. there will always be french, but if by some horrific sequence of events the indians don't proceed to the post-season, i might not see another c.c. start this year. and he could die in a field as the result of a hunting accident. and then where would i be??? wishing i hadn't been so obssessed with the conjugation of "savoir". really i'm not, i like acheter much more. every time i type in my blog, there is a graphic of menacing praying mantis on a banner at the top of the page. which reminds me...i actually saw a dead praying mantis on the sidewalk the other day. aren't they endangered? who knows, but it was kinda cool knowing they just MAY be. as if this wasn't strange enough, i then came across a dead mouse on tuller, halfway between frambes and lane. for some reason it struck a nerve with me. it really gave vivid imagery to the fragility of life. it was just kind of sad, looking in the vacant, cold black eyes of the former vermin. there were bugs picking away at the fresh carcass. i wondered what that mouse was doing three hours before its death, and i'm guessing it had no idea that before the day was done, it would be too. maybe some sadistic maniac stepped on this diseased mammal, or maybe it had a bad case of insephilitis. either way, who knows what plans that mouse had. probably wanted some cheese. just when i think casey blake forgets how big his dick is, he goes and get two hits. he almost took off the pitcher's head in the process. now THAT's good theater! i figure that if i threw 92 MPH...hell if i even threw 87 i would nurse my craft until the soles of my shoes eroded away. the craft of pitching, that is. and i'd grow a fu-manchu. gotta go back to watching my boys and eventually studying about art, wine, and bums that steal your orangina right out of your hand...ohhhhh france you devil.

well here goes nothing... man i'm really thirsty, how about a tab. so this is the first blog i have involved myself in. i never quite understood the appeal of writing your thoughts down and having hordes of strangers poring over them, but i suppose it is a healthy and constructive form of expression...far better than strapping a bomb to yourself or painting a mural. nahh murals are ok. i don't want to give credit to any one thing for me starting this journey, but i guess eric had something to do with it, and matt too. there are lots of little thoughts buzzing around my head, so many things i could delve into. i dont want to get too far off into one tangent and then have to try and pull myself back into the straight and narrow. well i just discovered i cant use the tab key because it takes me to some search bar instead of five spaces to the right. so i'm here at ohio state finally...thank god. ive been here for about a week and a half and it's been good to me so far. i've consumed my fair share of beer, even had a strawberry black and mild which is rare (i usually just go for vanilla or plain). it's just so nice ot be out of my house. i spent what looks to be my final summer at home for a while, since i had absolutely nothing to do with my time. i couldnt find a job, and although all of my friends were around, it was still lacking. my mom can be a bit overbearing at times, and this is a vast understatement. just ask almightyman. i dont really want to plunge to those depths just yet, as i still dont really feel comfortable describing my mother's idiosyncrasies on a blog. but i have a feeling that soon enough, everyone will know who zahava smith is. in other news...the indians blew a GOLDEN opportunity tonight. let me just preface this next rant by saying that i take sports losses of my favorite teams just about as personally as humanly possible for a non-player/coach. so the indians are (in case youve been living under a rock or been spending too much time at home with a pack of cigarettes and a short length of hose) in the wild card lead, now tied with the yankees and red sox. so the red sox, yankees and white sox (whom we trail in the AL central by 2 games) lost tonight, and we couldve gained ground on all three teams, but instead we chose to lay an egg against one of the worst teams in baseball. by only hope is that we lose no more than 0 games the rest of the way out, at least to the Tampa Bay AAA all stars. i love the indians and i refuse to lead on like i'm some sort of bandwagon fan that wants to jump off a bridge after a loss and polish the manager's knob after a win...all i'm saying is that i live and die with this team, and it gets pretty nerve-wracking at times. man my mousepad is starting to lose its grip. the top layer is peeling off, which is giving way to the cushy black foundation beneath. only problem is, that black layer crumbles off into little pieces and sticks to the heel of my hand. if only i could invent something to prevent this unfortunate hand-soiling. i can see today's blog has reached critical mass...time to stick the carbon rods in this reactor. you know you're done for the day when you're talking about your mousepad and it doesnt have naked women on it.