Friday, March 25, 2011

Wednesday, March 23, 2011


Ever been on a overnight road trip..? From personal experience Tylenol pm and a pillow can help anyone to get through the worst sleep they can possibly experience. It was impossible to get comfortable. Once you gave up fighting the idea that you would never sleep through the whole night.. you could sort of relax..

There is no sleeping in on a overnight road trip. Because when your coaches get hungry. You get up...

"Uh.. Hello. Hello." was our coaches way of saying wake up, we are eating. Now let me tell you... My coach like freaking worshiped one restaurant so much that every road trip we would end up there. Any one want to guess what it was?!

If you guessed Cracker Barrel congrats, you too are also scarred by how many times you have eaten there with Gstaff.
Personally. I hate Cracker Barrel. The first time we went, ya it was alright.. breakfast and candy..who could want more right?!

Yes that is a Bazooka. But that is beside the point. Once you have been to the Cracker Barrel +3 times... you start getting this weird... "I hate you feeling" every time you enter one. You start noticing that it smells so weird, and the candy is old... I would always get a strange nauseous feeling... ew.
So if you are wondering, didn't your coach ever feel that way? Didn't he get sick of it ?!
Now every season it would get to a breaking point on the team where mutually everyone was hating the Cracker Barrel besides our man Gstaff. He would announce, "Uh ladies well be, uh, pulling over in about 20 to the nearest Cracker Barrel.." You could hear the joy in his voice which did not carry over to my teammates and myself. Dead silence would strike.

Chants would break out!

Even the peaceful girls would rage.
And yes, occasionally we would win the battle...

Hearts would stop. NOODLES?! PANERA?! JIMMY JOHNS?!.....

I think I just threw up in my mouth.

Will the madness ever end?!
God be with you girls prep.


Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Cannibalistic Chewing-Gum and a Lethal Blizzard.

Do you have a friend who can turn any story, no matter how dull, into gripping entertainment? I have a friend like that.

 Her name is Jasmine and she exaggerates EVERYTHING. Everyone loves Jazzy’s stories, and everyone loves Jazzy. Her boyfriend Jason loves her most of all. 

 But you must be careful when you are with Jazzy. In order to protect your reputation of normalcy and non-craziness, you MUST NOT allow her to witness you doing anything that is even remotely strange.

If she catches you doing something slightly unusual, she will broadcast it as extremely weird behavior and she will make you the laughing stock of the community. 

Do not get mad when she tells stories about you. This encourages her games.

For example, if your name is Stacie and you are not a morning person, take great care to be emotionless and non-responsive when Jasmine makes everybody call you "Soccer Mom Cindy". 

Because if you show any sign of annoyance... Jazzy will be delighted. She will carry on to tell more stories of how you are a cyclone of rage when you are made to rise in an early hour.

 I am giving you this warning because I do not want you to experience the humiliation that ensues after starring in a Jazzy story. I would probably be one of Jasmine's top ten favorite victims (poor Stacie is Jasmine's favorite victim by far). The first time was the worst for me. 

 One weekend, our team was away in the United States at a hockey tournament.  Taylor, Jazzy and I were assigned to stay in the same hotel room. When we ate breakfast the next morning with our team, Jasmine told a story.

 “I forget what it was that woke Taylor and I up last night… but I know it was either the snowstorm in our room, or Logan's screaming. Logan had somehow BROKEN the air conditioner and the temperature in our room reduced to negative 40 degrees. Not only that, but her GUM fell out of her mouth and she rolled in it.”

“I had to save her from death VIA chewing gum by using all of my strength to detach her from the mattress.”

"After successfully removing her from the bed, we had another problem to deal with. Our room was SNOWING.
We would have for sure died that night if we didn’t do something to stay warm."

"So I rolled Logan up in Plastic Wrap to protect Taylor and I from the risk of gum infection…"

"And then I built a fire to warm us.”

The only truth to Jazzy's story was that the room became a tad chilly when I turned the air conditioner on, and I did get gum on my arm at one point.  There was NO blizzard and the gum did NOT try to eat me. But despite it all, I was still embarrassed. Jazzy was so good at story telling that I believed everything she said. It was MY FAULT that we had to fight for survival in an indoor snow storm. It was MY FAULT that I had been eaten by my own gum.

Shame and Self-loathing ensued.

My personal method for dealing with humiliation is to find a hiding place, and stay there until people forget what I did. 

-Love Logan

Monday, March 21, 2011

The Happy Box

Sometimes...we all experience bad days.. kinda like this..

Aww..poor you...terrible day..a didn't got yelled are's a terrible you sulk in the rain..? Yep.
On these days all you want is love..a friend..some freaking empathy! But the world says "NO YOU MAY NOT HAVE ANY OF THOSE!" (at least that is how you feel). This is until something great you find a nice little pink box...

What? You may ask.. a pink box...really...? UHHH...yes. And you know what's in this little pink box?!

HAPPINESS. You realize you may have found the best thing ever...HOLY YOU FOUND A HAPPY BOX.... now...some of you.. may never of heard of a happy box...that's because it's so rare.
So what happens if you do  find a happy box?!

You no longer can have bad days. It's a miracle.

 Rejoice! It's the greatest day ever EVERYDAY!!!! With a happy box possibilities are endless...Test? No problem. Fight? No just love. Hungry? Nahh unlimited dining.

Aww...true happiness..who knew...nothing can go wrong. Yay.
There is one problem with the happy box. Though you may be sooooo unbelievably great..that does not mean the people around you are so lucky...

Soo what do you do?

Hmm I say maybe if you have had an awesome week, month, year with your new happy box...  it's time to share it...

Because sometimes you need to look around you and help those who aren't doing as great and wonderful as you..

Because when you help others be happy do you really need a magical awesome happy box?

Hahaa happy day everyone :)

Friday, March 18, 2011

Kellie Drew me a Great Picture

I am very much in love with a picture that Kellie drew for me this evening (St. Patricks Day) 

"this is what i made fore u today cause i sucj at bloggind 
happy day to u :0 yayayayayayaya"
-Sent by Kellie Dineen to Logan Murray via Facebook Message at 2:27am 

Apparently, Kellie was in her LateNight/CrazyPerson mood.

She is making her Irish ancestors proud.

Love you Kel

Thursday, March 17, 2011

God loves Maddy Kolls more than he loves You

I have a friend named Maddy Kolls (AKA: Tata). She is unlike anyone else on this planet, and I would bet any sum of money on that statement. I don't really know what you would have to do to make Maddy hate you... perhaps if you burn a baby kitten to ashes?

Actually, she would definitely get more angry seeing you burn Green Bay Packers merchandise. 

IMPORTANT FACT: I am NOT saying she is one of those annoying people who loves everyone, and is obnoxiously optimistic at all times. Madison is more or less the human version of Winnie the Pooh. Hum-dee-dumming through her life, only noticing the good stuff, and miraculously thriving on her endless supply of luck. 

For example, lets say that a 747 blows up, mid-flight. Of course, everyone on the plane faces certain death. But if Madison was on that plane, a giant eagle would soar through the smoke and flames and grab her with its talons.

It would then drop her off at the nearest Jimmy Johns so she could have a nice sandwich for lunch.

She would order slim #4, if I remember correctly. Turkey and lettuce on a bun... nothing else.  

 A bird of prey rescues Maddy from certain death,  and then takes her for a nice turkey sub... yes, this sounds about right.  You can count on Maddy to be the least prepared. You can also count on her to come out on top, every time, without fail.  

But I digress. I am here to tell you about Maddy's arrival at the Castle HighSchool. 

Once upon a time, Madison decided on a whim that she would play hockey for the most prestigious prep-school team in North America.  So she packed her blue suitcase up with whatever she thought she might need in order to survive her first year at boarding school. 

Who needs clothes anyways? Way more important to pack your Jimi Hendrix bobble head and a season of the Fresh Prince of Bel Air.

Madison's entire family is a lot of fun. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree... Notice that they all have toothpick legs.

And so Madison left her beloved family behind, and set off for Castle School on a ray of sunshine.

La La Laaaaa... Deeee dooooo dum. 

She arrived at Castle School with her friends from Wisconsin; Kellie and Kinzey.

 It is hard for me to stay on task with my Maddy Kolls story when I have so much great material on Kinz and Kellie. But I must save that for another day. 

Sneak Peak: 
Kellie's first of many love interests. B. Billings. 

 Back to Madison. So as I was saying, she la-dee-doodied with her blue suitcase, until she arrived at what would be her new home for her tenth grade year at Castle High School.

Gags and I had already spent all of ninth grade at Castle School... causing trouble and being hardcore-cool and stuff like that. 

After a year of plotting to kill our Dorm Master's creepy dog, trying to teach Gagsie's Korean roommate some basic english, and terrorizing Walmart on a weekly basis, we figured we could not be any more prepared to run the school when tenth grade began.

I had big plans for myself. I was going to be the ruler of the Castle School. 

Nothing could stand in my way. Popularity and a handsome boyfriend awaited me. 

Upon our return to Castle School, Gags and I were told we would be living with a third roommate, which was a minor setback. New kids were a DRAG. Everyone knew that. 

Our new dorm room was on the third floor, room 304. 

When we got there, our new roommate had yet to arrive. 
We placed our comforters down on the bunk beds so the new girl could sleep in the loft. Then we left the dormitories to eat lunch in the dining hall. 

Meanwhile, Madison was being given her room assignment... Third floor, room 304. 

Excitement for Madison. A new place to live! 

Madison noticed that the Loft was the only empty bed. She climbed up to check it out. 

Gags and I soon finished eating and made our way back to our new room. I sensed an intruder the moment I stepped foot through the door. My newfound confidence deserted me. I was frightened. 

Who was in the loft? Did I dare find out?


Very Interesting. Who was this person? 

When we realized this new roommate of ours was quite harmless and not intimidating in the least, we were thrilled. 

A new friend! Our two-member tribe had grown by one. 

I loved my new friend and didn't let her out of my sight. 

Great times awaited us. The adventure had begun. 

-Love Logan

U-16 Nationals, Sophomore Year