-GRAEME ROBERT CASEY
-I'm 17
-6'3"
-is now sporting the bearded look
-if you feel you really have to, yes you can stroke my beard
-go to denbigh sixth form, and like ALMOST everyone else, hate it with a vengeance
-go skiing every winter in switzerland, go hiking there in summer
-play hockey, love EVERY minute
-i have this amazing ability to say the stupidest things to people, and in almost every case, this is a BAD thing.
-as a result i'm almost always screwing things up with people................
-oh yeah, i'm ginger, i am well aware of this fact, so i don't need you to shout "you're ginger" at me from across the street
-COS I KNOW ALREADY, AND I HAVE DONE FOR YEARS!!!!!!
*deep breath*
right now i'm into a band called ALL TIME LOW, and i pretty much can't get enough of them.......
if you ever see me plugged into my ipod, chances are i'm listening to them :D
www.myspace.com/alltimelow
[email protected], add me if you want....
HOCKEY PLAYERS: The cockiest, dirtiest, most irresponsible group of athletes in the world. We'll do anything and come back to tell his teammates about it. Live the dream until they are 35 then realize they never made it. Ladies love us, guys want to be us, we are the soul of the universe. You lace up the skates, put on the gloves, strap on the helmet, and walk on to the ice and nothing else matters. It doesn't matter that you failed a test, your girl is being a bitch, or that you got a ticket on the way there....you're world is absolutely perfect for the next couple hours. Here's to faceoffs, goals, assists, overtime, livin' on the road, cold rinks, early mornings, breakaways, goin' top shelf, countless hours of practice, bag skates, thousands of dollars, dangling d-men, big hits, broken twigs, new skates, packin' bombs, wheelin' broads, coaches, adding the letter "y" to the end of everyone's last name, the word "fuck", pick-ups, fights, let downs, miracles and most of all - the game, Hockey. Why? Why do we skate back and forth night after night? Skating so hard we throw up. Skating so hard your heart beat rings in your head, while your lungs are grasping for air. Late nights, early mornings, Friday nights, Saturday evenings, broken bones, torn muscles and deep bruises. We skate through it all. Because we live off our adrenaline, because the game frees your spirit, because the party in the locker room is fine, because your invincible once you step on the ice, because a shot can make you smile all night, sniping the twine, the rattling of the boards, the feel of the puck, and skates carving into the ice is a rhythm to live by, because its possible to skate fast enough to leave all your worries behind. Sweat is the cologne of our accomplishment. Why? Why would someone push themselves so hard? It's not for the money, it's not for the girls, and it's not for the fame.
We do it because we love it.
none of that may apply to me, but what the hell.....
