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Name: Skip,
Birthday: 4/1/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, heroes in a half shell. Turtle Power!
Expertise: Saving the world one day at a time.
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AIM:  Narlyman
Member Since:
5/6/2004
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| Valentines day sucks, just so you know.
Over the past 17 years, I have tried many activities, such as soccer, piano, etc. And like most kids, I ended up quitting/giving up most of those activities. As my high school career enters the home stretch, I've begun to regret giving up most of those activities. I kind of regretted quitting swimming. Yeah, if I wouldn't have quit swimming, I would be a part of a soon to be back to back state champion swim team. But the real reason I miss swimming is the swimmers themselves. Its funny how swimming together at 5:45 AM countless times a week can bring people so close together. It is almost like you are a part of a family. And I lost that when I quit swimming.
The one thing I regret giving up, even more than swimming, is sailing. I don't mean to toot my own horn, but I was a damn good sailor. The last time I sailed was at camp where I got the highest award possible, and won every race I sailed in. It was something I was actually better than most people at. Maybe that doesn't mean much to you, but I've always gone through life being average at a lot of things I did. In about every activity I participated in, there is always a fair number of people better than me, and there is a fair number of people worse than me. But that wasn't the case for sailing. I was a damn good skipper. God, I wish I was sailing again.
Oh, I've realized I may be the worst Texas Holdem player ever. I've played Holdem 6 times and each time, I lose my money. I'm usually the first to do so. But I'm cutting back big time, so you don't have to call 1-800-BETS-OFF yet.
Over the past month, I have been a part of an intramural basketball team (There, you happy Bryant, I spelled "Intramural" correctly. Seriously, who submits a comment just to correct my spelling). Anyway, our team is known across the land as, "Man Porn and the Golden Sensation". Man Porn (Kyle Brau) is our captain, and we have a golden horseshoe as a lucky charm; thats how we got our name. Anyways, we were not too good. Our record ended up being 1-4. But we defeated Nick Biere and the ICE PONIES, so thats all that matters. Just another INTRAMURAL update.
Sorry if this was a boring blog. My brother has been pestering me to blog, so I did.
Rock out
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| Well, it has finally happened. After years of waiting, I am now signed up for pilot lessons. That's right, Skip Joyce will shortly be flying your friendly skies. If everything goes to plan, I'll have my license by graduation, or earlier. Thats going to make one crazy summer.
Oh, so I found out that I won't be in town on my 18th birthday on April 1st. I'm going to be spending it visiting my sister down in Austrailia. Austrailia is great and all, but I had always planned on going skydiving with some friends on my 18th birthday. So I guess I'll do that when I get back from Austrailia. Now that I think about it, that week is going to rock my socks off.
Our intermural basketball team was slaughtered by Team Carver by the score of 62-24. Unfortunately, I could not participate in the game, because I sprained my ankle practicing for intermurals 3 hours prior to the game. So that sucks.
COYO decided that Steve Kinkead would be the perfect person to help tell the youth group where this year's mission trip is this year. That may have been a mistake, because Steve Kinkead gave the longest, dullest, and most uncomical presentation known to man. It took him over an hour to tell us that we were going to Tennessee, we would be sleeping in tents, and we would be building houses. But despite Steve's diarrhea of the mouth, I'm still stoked for this trip.
I'm going to end this on a somber note. Yesterday, Tony Capellano, one of the nicest guys you could ever meet, took his own life. I would just like to say that Tony, we miss you dearly, and though you have left this world, you will remain in our hearts forever.
Peace, Love and Animal Crackers
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| I'm back
Sum up the last two months
Got yelled at for grades
Finals sucked
I'm into 7 colleges but am not sure which one to go
Went to Marian's Christmas Prom
Ski Trip- I'm good
Got sweet gifts for xmas
Our fall sports preview on WTV was top 3 in the nation. I got a medal for it.
thats about it
Rock out
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| Due to a lack of coments on the last blog, I have realized I am writing these blogs so nobody can read them. So I am taking a break from bloggin for a while, probably for the rest of the year.
Peace Love and Animal Crackers
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| I'm not going to lie to you. Lately, Jimmy Buffett has been the music of choice for the Skipper, if you couldn't tell by the change in the banner. It's good stuff.
Well, Homecoming was last week. Hate to break it to you MW guys, but I think this Homecoming was the best HC so far. The lovely Liz Granger accompanied me as my date. We decided to dress to a southern theme. I sported the amazing yellow sports jacket, white pants, blue shirt, peach tie, a wooden cane, and one amazing straw hat. But what would a southern gentleman be without a southern bell as his date. Liz wore this dress that my sister wore to prom one year. But with a little twist. Unlike my sister, Liz made the skirt go out further than I have ever seen. She said you could probably fit a preschool class under it, and I wouldn't doubt it.
Dinner at Carver's was amazing. The beef was so tender you could cut it with a spoon (I would know). Unfortunately, Liz did not come away with homecoming queen. We stayed at the dance for 10 min, drove around in moms converible, went to a great party, and finished up the night with pancakes at IHOP. I'd go more in depth, but I already think this is too long.
The first three days this week, Skipper Joyce was a counselor for 6th graders at Outdoor Education. It is amazing what kids would do for candy. The brats in my cabin were bowing to me, and calling me king. And their reward was some candy. I enjoyed having people bow to me. In fact, next time you see me, if you could bow to me, that would be great. One of the brats in my cabin had one of the biggest mullets I have ever seen. But I almost killed him when he tried on my hat and got mullet all over it. Oh, and I conviced my campers that my real name is Jesus (that really pissed off one of the uber religious teachers). I've realized there is nothing I did to those kids, that 3 years of therapy can't fix.
Oh, did I mention I am a fan of that baseball team from Beantown. And its playoff time, so I must mention how the Red Sox are making those poor Angels grab their ankles. Looks like the cubs and the red sox are World Series bound. Wait, Chicago blew hard at the end of the season and lost series vs. the mets and the reds. They can still make the World Series...they will just have to buy tickets like everyone else. Who got the shaft on the nomar trade now?
If it suddenly ended tomorrow
I could somehow adjust to the fall
Good times and riches and son of a bitches
I've seen more than I can recall
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