Chris benoit, one of the greatest wretslers and entertainers of all time died yesterday. and took his family with him. another fatal tradgedy. Am i just paranoid or is death really getting in my face?


i had a freakish dream last night about my own death. not the actual process of the exact moment when i fail to respire but the events that followed. i shant disclose it here. only to the confidants i trust.


played well today. 74 at TMCC, not fantastic but its getting back on track. i've been selected to play in the SGA vs MGA game in july so i'm psyched about the opportunity to play for my country like that.


lectures where ok today. lectures will be lectures. enjoyed the company of friends and just let another day slip by.


i can't help but sit and contemplate how lucky i am for the gift of life, for the present from God that is opening your eyes to a new day each and every morning (or in some cases, afternoon).


but you know you should really live it out to the max. cause you never know when you're not going to wake up from your sleep. its not morbid, it just makes life worth more living


spread the lovin'

Rob Valentine