The Eighth Wall(Burn, Burn)

It's that time of the year again. My nose feels like someone stuffed a cork up it, my eyes feel like someone tied a weight to them to keep them shut and my head feels like someone put a metal bucket on it and started hitting it with a hammer. Oh boy I love winter! 

Well, I actually do love winter, but hey, it's still Fall! A time of candy and, well, turkey! Oh joy cavities and dead birds! Wait a second... that's not good! Huh, I seem to be very good at finding reasons to hate things... is that a... good thing? I bet you wish you had this... amazing... talent... don't you? Please!

Well, anyway, wrestling starts next week and I can't wait! In case you didn't already know I am a huge fan of wrestling. Whether it be professional or high school. My father was the freshmen wrestling coach at my high school from 1981 and 1982, and when he wrestled here he won several trophies. My 25 year old brother was a wrestler at Bergen Catholic and was one of the star wrestlers winning even more trophies, and now he has taken those skills to the professional wrestling ring for Bodyslam Wrestling Organization(BWO) in Hasbrook  Heights, and hopefully he will be signed to WWE one day. I plan on following in my father and brother's footsteps the next four years, and one day I could be wrestling my brother in the middle of a pro wrestling ring too. 

Well thats my by-weekly spiel on my life. Thank you my... home doggies for reading this!