the storm before the calm

Goodness, I can't wait til I can get out and shoot the crap out of stuff and relieve some stress!

new blogger? not an option

Blogger's gay, but that's ok. I think I'll use it anyway. I think my own gay-ness-ocity went up 4% for just making those lines rhyme. Or maybe I just need sleep. More than 5 hours would be good, and very very welcome.
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Well, finals are coming up. They're not bad, just like any other test. Except for my geography class, where the teacher gave us 5 pages (2 front and back, 1 on just the front, written two lines of writing to one line of paper) worth of notes to study. Redunkulous as Austin would say. In any case, I'm going to FL with Heather to visit my Mom for the holidays for a week or so. Hopefully, given that nothing falls through, I can get in some relax and shoot stuff time the following weekend(s). Then it's the new year and all that crap and evryone has to remember to write 07 instead of 06. but 10 months (approx.) from the new year, I'll be 21. I know what you're thinking, and yes, I will be able to buy pistols and pistol ammo. Can't wait. Of course, by that time I'll be at Auburn.... I'll just have to see what that's like. It would be cool if there was someone there already or going at the same time as me that I knew, but if not, I guess I'll have to do that whole make new friends/get to know ppl thing. Which sometimes seems to come too easily which can be bad when there is someone you don't particularly like who thinks you're best friends or seemingly stalks you; neither of which good things. Oh well. I shall see.
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Sleep time. If I'm awoken before the sun goes down tomorrow, it will be too early...

"sick and tired of being sick and tired"

I worry to much about what some people think. I'm just going to let people think what people think, ignore any stupid rumors, gossip, false opinions, misunderstandings, slander, etc., and let anyone who gives a rip about me or mine ask questions if they have doubts, think somethings up, or misundersand something because no matter what someone does, how someone lives or acts, or what anyone says, people are going to think something or another sometime; it's inevitable. I'm not going to worry about anyone jumping to any conclusions about anything said, done, heard, written or read, and live my freaking life. As one older, more mature gentleman's once said, "Life's too [dang] short to worry about what people think." So for those who care, ask if you wish; for those who don't, oh well.
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the end

halo anyone?

this isn't for the upcoming movie, but for a pre-HALO game in which you're controlling the troop movements and stuff. By pre-HALO, I mean when evryone's on Reach still, and the Master Chief is still one of hundreds or thousands of Spartans. I was let down that it wasn't the movie trailer, but still a good clip.

i can't believe wal-mart was closed...

My truck is bleeding to death. I only hope it's not something too expensive to fix. It's still pouring oil down the front of the engine: not a good thing. Goodness. I don't want to have to replace this truck.

"how do you act your age?"

Evryone.

Stop and take a deep breath.

Now listen:

Not evry person to walks up to and talks to another person is trying to flirt with, seduce, etc. that other person. So evryone ("evryone" being those to whom it concerns) stop freaking out. Over-possessiveness is not cool. Being concerned about one's welfare and holding someone accountable is one thing, going berserk and going painstakingly and obnoxiously out of the way to "show possession" (as-it-were) of that person to someone is quite another thing altogether. Use some tact, common sense, trust-- whatever works or fits the situation-- but blowing evrything out of proportion and automatically jumping to conclusions and assuming things is not the way to go. You're only going to hurt ppl and drive ppl away. Here's some consequences:
First: the person walking up to talk is going to be affected negatively by being accused of stuff, including and not limited to the thinking the accuser is harsh, judgemental, rude, etc. any or all of the above
Second: the accuser is seen by other third parties as aforementioned. The accuser could also possibly break down trust with ppl.
Third: (and possibly most important to the "evrybody") the accuser can hurt the person being talked to by showing obvious distrust by automatically assuming that the person being talked to is going to be "seduced" by the alledged "seducer"

So in short:

People (who are) need to stop jumping to conclusions
stop being judgemental
stop assuming the worst
etc.

ALSO:
Why on this freaking earth is there all this insulting and berating???
David and Todd keep calling Seth's girl an ox.
Kerry keeps calling Lindsay things I don't even want to type.
Sometimes there's stuff that ppl say about ppl 'cause it actually is true; but why the crap are ppl jumping to conclusions on stuff?!?
I'm guessing that Todd and David are calling her that 'cause she's not stick-figure thin, plus the added fact that she's Seth's girl. But c'mon. Really guys, get up and get to know ppl. I know you two, and I know that you're both going to be like, "Whatever" or "I can say what I want" or "She really is an ox" or any number of other rude or sarcastic things when you read this. And I've been really thinking as of late and I can't take it any more: grow freakin up and stop being like that. Being rude really isn't cool. Honestly. I know you two are going to think I'm stupid and probly call me or refer to me as many various unkind things; but I don't care. I do care about you two, and I really wish that you'd stop some of the stuff you do.
And Kerry, I know that you and Lindsay don't get along, but please try to be civil (that goes for you too Heather). Just because a girl is nice to guys doesn't mean she's projecting herself, as-it-were. I know you, and I know you know better than to just say things like that. I'm sure there's probly some reason that'd provoke you to say that, but you might want to get to know someone before you make final judgements about them. And please don't take this (if you read it) wrong. I'm not trying to bash you, but instead I'm trying to stop a big conflict before it starts. We all know what my lack of doing or saying anything has led to in the past, and I'm not letting it happen again.

DISCLAIMER!!!!:
Please please please don't think I'm attempting to be "holier-than-thou" and shove stuff in ppls faces. I don't even think I spelled "holier" right. Who knows, but in any case, I'm only saying all of this because it's stuff that concerns me. I only hope that any or all of you would do the same for me if I did something wrong, stupid, or out of line. Because, yes, I've done a bunch of stupid things. I've said a bunch of stupid things. I've said stuff about ppl I shouldn't have. I admit all of that; I feel bad for all of that. I hope that what I might say might open some eyes to things; some of which might not have been really thought about.

If you've read to here, thank you for your time. thank you for at least paying this much attention. Thank you for caring enough for what I might have to say to read it. All I can hope is that I didn't hurt anyone, and if I did, I hope that the one(s) hurt can forgive me or that the hurt was for the better not the worse.

I love you guys.

i dream of AKs

this is the post that says that i'll be posting soon but that i'm not going to post right now 'cause it's late, i'm tired, and i need to sleep and do to the aforementioned stuff and thuslike i'm not reading, much less commenting on other peoples blogs til a time at which i have time that i'm not either at work, school, with Heather, reading or on WoW and i say that so that people won't think that i got on and chose to or didn't bother to go see what they posted and get mad at me 'cause i did think about going to their site and commenting but instead i decided that sleep was better and thats where i'm going now 'cause this is the biggest run-on sentence that i've ever constructed and it might just rival the last one i made, wrote, said or otherwise.

brain storming

Man, Austin and I have a long list of stuff to make and create. Let's see, here goes:

1. Potato Cannon (supersonic)
2. Camp light [on it's way already]
3. Taser [more of an Austin thing, I'm not start enough to help :P]
4. Adjustable auto-fire firearm (including casting the metal)
5. CO2 Laser
6. Explosives of different types (napalm, C4, RDX, etc)

There's probly more, but I can't remember them all.

lock and load and stay on the road

There's nothing like a good event to jump you back to full alertness. Here's what happened on my way back from Heather's:

It was kinda scary. But the moral of the story is that wet roads, high speeds, and loose power steering belts (and thus lack of ability to correct) don't mix. Kindof the same way that lawn mowers and cats don't mix. But yeah. I'm alive. I was able to drive out of the ditch. And I'm tired.
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HOPEFULLY we'll get to go camping/shooting tomorrow (or today) and the day after (or tomorrow). I'm psyched. And the fact that I have 250 16 gauge shotgun shells, 500 .22 rounds, and 250 9mm rounds sitting in a box next to me only increases the excitement. :) I like guns. But don't worry, just 'cause I'm crazy about guns, don't mean that I'm crazy with guns. There's a big difference and ppl would have you think that guns are innately bad and evil. Guns don't kill ppl, ppl with guns kill ppl. Especially stupid ones. Who think it'd be funny to point it at someone in jest. Or those who decide to look down the barrel of a loaded weapon **cough cough SETH!! cough**.

a new sword on the wall

I thought I lost my life today. And no, I wasn't in any life threatening situation; Heather was. She was in a car accident (the details of which are yours if you ask). After she left from McAlister's, I got a call from the Police telling me she was in wreck and that she was in the Emergency room. The managers let me go so I could see her. Thankfully she don't have any major injuries like broken bones or nothin', but it could've been worse 'cause the airbag didn't deploy. But she's bruised and'll be sore for a week or so. I thank God that she's ok.
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Today's my birthday. I'm not a teenager anymore. Weird to think of that considering I was legally an "adult" two years ago... already been that long. Goodness times flying.

"i can't feel my torso"

It's really not cool when all you can see is this:Unfortunately, on my way back from Heather's, from New Market all the way to Madison, it was like that. No joke. So the trip was like, twice as long as it should've been. Fog is cool and all, don't get me wrong, but not when you're driving, especially at night.
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Well, had a test in Accounting tonight, and I think I did prety good. Also had my "Midterm Portfolio" for drawing due tonight. The funny thing about that is that I totally thought it was going to be Thursday, so I still had a little stuff to touch up on and finish up. Fortunately I wasn't first to show and I had about an hour to work on the stuff I needed to and got it satisfactorily prepped. But yeah.
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The back of my head hurts. Actually, the hair folicles on the back of my head hurt. And I feel kinda dizzy. Maybe the caffiene from the Dr. Pepper I got on the way back has something to do with the odd wake/sleep feeling going on. The DP has a bit of a story behind it. I was getting really really sleepy on the road, so I decide to stop at the first place I see that has a vending machine outside. As it so happens, just down the road from where I was at was a Piggly Wiggly. What's funny is that I didn't even realize that there were two cops and a couple of cars pulled over in the parking lot til after I had pulled in. Then the silly machine wouldn't take my dollar. So I left there and went to the Kroger down the road a bit. They were $.25 cheaper at Kroger than at PigWig. Yeah... that's my story.
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DISCLAIMER: Not to be held responsible for brain cells lost in reading this post. Lack of sleep or some such has caused a lack of coherence and thought-making processes.

"growl"

Goodness. I'm soooo tired of my classes this semester. Where do I start?

GEOGRAPHY: The teacher is a comlete idiot. Oh, he's smart, don't get me wrong, but an idiot none-the-less. I wish that what he wanted on the test would be in the book and I wish that he didn't want us to memorize evry word that comes out of his mouth. He's one of those people that thinks that he knows evrything 'cause he's the profesor and he's got the degrees in this that and the other and evryone else is wrong, stupid, and inferior. GAAAAAH!! I think I failed my first test evr (that I can remember) 'cause he wanted us to MEMORIZE evry single stupid climate zone on the planet: pun COMPLETELY intended. He wanted us to MEMORIZE them, to know the average temporature, climate, vegetation, etc of EVRY ONE!
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
PSHYCOLOGY: Not too bad, but waaaay too much work for one class in one semester. If this one class was spread over two semesters, I would really enjoy it, but it's an overload. Heck, if this was the only class I was taking this semester, I would enjoy it. BUT REALITY CHECK: I have a life, work 30 or so hours a week, and have three other classes. Hello?! Do the stupid college planners not think about any of this??
ACCOUNTING: Not half bad at all considering the other two aforementioned classes. Not too confusing, pretty straight forward. A little slow class-time, but can't complain too much. Teacher's nice, and realistic. All it is is simple-type math and some confusing-ish trasffering of accounts and junk.
DRAWING: Teacher's a really nice guy, but a little over-expectant at times. He assigns a junk-load of "scetchbook" drawings, drawings I like to call the "Compilation of the Moon" (a little insider I know), plus additional art to be completed outside of class. So that in addition to the telling us to draw stuff without giving any tips or nothin' at all is a little frustrating. Just a little.
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But other than that, school's going great...
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Stupid People: The reason life is so hard for evryone else.
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Why do they require so much junk that has no application at all to the line of work that you intend? 'Cause they want you to be a "well-rounded" individual. MY FOOT. Just teach me what I need to know and let me go. STOP FORCE-FEEDING ME USELESS (useless to my field) INFO AND STOP TRYING TO TAKE AS MUCH $$ FROM ME AS YOU CAN AND JUST LET ME GO DO THE JOB I WANT TO. If you're not "well-rounded" by the time you're in college, it's already too late.

halo's finest

Yeah, the grunts are the coolest of the aliens. They may not be tough, they may not have a cool shield, but they have some of the funniest lines in the games.Ok, play time's over, now it's work time.

"But nap time comes after pants time, not before... they must be making up times..."
~Caboose RvB

Army of Two trailor

Watch da traila. do it do it

sleep: my anti-drug

Poor, poor, Geoff (or Goeff, as the managers like to put it on the placement sheet... anyway). He cut his finger today. By "cut" i mean "sliced off the side." not cool. Like, 3mm worth of flesh from the first joint to the tip on the side. I really feel sorry for him. Not a cool to thing to have happen, and a cool guy for it to happen to. He got to go home early (more like, forcefully encouraged by the managers) even though he didn't want to go and leave his job unfinished. I really wanted to do something for him, but i really didn't know what to do. I'm not good at that encouragment thing. I never know what to say. It's very disheartening when you want to help someone feel better (or at least not so bad) and you can't find the words to say. Anyway, all that to say that Geoff is cool and that it's not cool that he has to go through the wound he's been inflicted with.
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but yeah.
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Need sleep uber desparately.
Heather really isn't feeling well. That makes me sad. I hope it's nothing more than a stomach virus as she thinks it is; but at the same time, I hope it's nothing more than just a regular upset stomach from stress or something; but then I hope that it's not something from stress... well, what it all boils down to is that I hope it's nothing too bad and that she gets to feeling better soon.
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Oh, and I want to get the new Army of Two game. It looks awesome. The whole based completely on co-op is awesome. Hope it's as cool as it's hyped up to be and as cool lookin' as the trailor.
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By the way, that video tagged on there is the Ao2 trailor.
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Peace out pplz.

"you never blink do you?"

so i'm about to go draw for hours on end. not too bad 'cause i like to draw, but i have to draw specific things and it has to be the best i can put on paper 'cause it's for drawing class, soooo, not sure if i'm that excited and stuff.

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in great anticipation, (so great that no word in the english language can describe it. so i will make one up right now... scrumtrulescent.......... anyway) i realized a few things:

1. i need to cash my check of $282.22
2. i'm going to be 20 in 19 days (oct 20)
3. my thumb's acting up again
4. i'm really tired
5. hippopatamuses are very oddly looking
6. sweet tea is so scrumtrulescent i can hardly move..........

and so now i shall end this peek into my insanity and go put minerals and burnt wood on sheets of wood pulp and chemicals.

the beginning of a series

EPISODE NUMERO UNO

how do i put it?

i need a raise... a really big one...

You know. I got to thinking, and if someone came into my room not actually knowing me, they might freak a little. I mean, I've got a sword, glaive (spear-like weapon), and longbow tucked in one corner. A .22 by the door (in a case), and the 16 gauge by my bed (also in a case). Daggers and/or pocket knives laying evrywhere you look. Spend shells and cases evry which-a-way. Not to mention the little pile of .22 rounds on the desk. That's not to mention all of the airsoft weapons (and the bb pistols) here and there, some more real looking than others. Top it off with the unkempt messiness, and you have an inviting place I love to call home.

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Anyway...
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Well, I don't actually have anything to say and I was going to take and post a pic that I thought would be funny, but I lost my phone somewhere on some mountain on some random trail while walking/running/hanging out with Heather. It was REALLY frustrating 'cause there was a place that I had lost my balance and fallen and it was there I looked first. It didn't help that my phone was on "silent" and was only vibrating while we were calling it, so we couldn't really hear it even if we were close. It was the most frustrating though, that just an hour or two earlier I had been playing around with my ringtones and deciding if I wanted to have it actually ring and chose not too! Grrrrr. But Heather's sweet, and she's letting me use a phone she got for free that she put her pay-by-the minute card in til I get a new phone. Now no more phone holsters for me unless they hold the phone SECURELY and won't let it fall out when you so much as stand the wrong way. I abandoned that stupid useless thing (the phone holster thing). I should've kept it to burn or shoot, but I was too frusterated to think clearly.
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ok, need sleep to get to church tomorrow. i'm prolly helpin' dad with the Bible bowl compatition tomorrow. judging or some such.
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You gotta love your brothers... :D

675 rounds (bullets/ammo) later...

"my hands are shaking, my hands are shaking. my hearts beatin' my hearts beatin'; but i'm still playin', and i'm still gettin' headshots. it's like BOOM! HEADSHOT!!"
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So a midget/leprecaun/Zacheus broke KP's window. See what had happened was, a curious 'short person' fell from a tree leaving a butt print of broken window. No no no, wait. Actually, a leprecaun, leaped to reclaim his "lucky charms" only to smash into the windshield. Ok, that's not it. The real story is that Zacheous, while trying to "see what he could see," wound up with his hind end in glass... or maybe... well... Anyway, it's $414.83 worth of maraudering midget, leaping leprecaun, zealous Zacheus damage. Poor chap.
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I leave you with this:

"Leerrooooooy Jenkins!!!"

let the sun shine

Yes. It's coming. Peaceticaka IV, Reincarnation. Taking requests now. Give 'em quick, or it may be too late.
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Disclaimer: This may or may not be the fourth in the Peacetika© series. Please remind me before production. Thank you.

100 pennys gets you a dollar

If you want a hemp bracelet or necklace, just gimme a holla. be like, "yo, can you make me one?" they're kinda fun and really easy to make. i have a limited selection of beads, but need to get some more anywayz, so feel free to elaborate if there's a specific thought to design.

anyway

yeah

test in psych tomorrow... er... today. it's 1:20ish. can't wait til friday to go do that camping thing. that's always fun. always tired afterward, but it's alotta fun. and i won't forget the tents... :P
ok. done typing random stuff just to get a post in.

"panda watch!"

so yesteray i found out about a "scandal" of sorts at mcalisters. seems that a certain man by the name of reginald scammed at least 7 people out of money because he "ran out of gas." he also asked me, but i didn't give him anything. 1) 'cause he waited til no one was around to ask and asked quietly, 2) i needed gas $$ myself, and 3) i don't give money to people unless i really know them and trust them. he got about $80 total. so this friday, when (or if) he comes to get his check... yeah, there might be a mcalisters beat-down. or maybe just a 'friendly' escort to the bank. or maybe just the withholding of his check til he gives the money back he decided to permanently borrow.
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i also almost died yesterday. well, almost could've died and/0r lost my truck. a buick le sabre ran a stop sign (wether his brakes didn't work or he wasn't paying attention, i don't know). there was an toyota corolla driving down toward me on the road i was on. fortunately, the guy in the corolla saw the le sabre and managed to swerve onto the other side rode with only a minor bump. had i been going just a little faster, i would've ended up being squished between the two. yeah, ouch.
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well, i have an optomotrist app in a little while, then school afterward. yeah. fun.
my schedules really rather full this semester:
mon: work til school, school til d&d w/ devin, d&d til sleep
tues: work til school, school til sleep
wed: work til school, school til church, church til "free time" or sleep
thurs: work til school, school til sleep
fri: work til off, and then off!
sat: work til off, and them some more off!
sun: church
yep. fun fun.
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oh, halo 3's coming out in november. and the movie's coming out next year sometime. cool stuff.

unicycle

Well, I couldn't sleep, so I though I'd blog and stuff for a little while. Maybe get tired or something. By the way, if a comment you make don't automatically pop up, don't freak out, it's supposed to do that. Due to an unsavory character, I've enabled comment moderation to try to keep this blog at at least a PG lvl. But yeah.

This is a cool mosaic picture thing that I found on the WoW website. You can't really tell 'cause it's small on the blog, but it's made up of all the symbols in the game. Nifty little picture. Whoever first came up with that idea to make a picture with pictures is either a genius, or insane. Who knows. Either way, they look cool.

from a tortured-ish type mind

Here's the lyrics to Black Balloon by Goo Goo Dolls. I like it alot.

Baby's black balloon makes her fly
I almost fell into that hole in your life
You weren't thinking about tomorrow
'Cause you were the same as me
But on your knees

A thousand other boys could never reach you
How could I have been the one
I saw the world spin beneath you
And scatter like ice from the spoon
That was your womb

Comin' down the world turned over
And angels fall without you there
And I go on as you get colder
Or are you someone's prayer

You know the lies they always told you
And the love you never knew
What's the things they never showed you
That swallowed the light from the sun
Inside your room, yeah

Comin' down the world turned over
And angels fall without you there
And I go on as you get colder
Always someone there

And there's no time left for losin'
When you stand they fall, yeah

Comin' down the world turned over
And angels fall without you there
And I go on as you get colder

All because I'm
Comin' down the years turn over
And angels fall without you there
And I'll go on and i'll lead you home and
All because I'm
All because I'm
And I'll become
What you became to me

"i cried out, 'heaven save me!' and i'm down to one last breath. and with it let me say, let me say..."

so evrythings really weird right now. evryone needs to stop freaking out. im serious. you can take or leave my judgement, but Heather is a good person. yes, she may be "rough around the edges," but shes changed. she made some bad choices, but so did i. some of (maybe even most of) the things people think about her are my fault. my fault in that i tried to cover my butt and let her take the fall for what she may have done and for the fault that i had. in doing so, in one instance, it gave the impression that she was a slut 'cause if i had tried to convince them otherwise it would've given light to things i may have done. i love her and want to stay with her. stop spreading rumors about different crap that "you heard him telling her what she was told" 'cause thats not gettin anyone anywhere. a) stop trying to pry into ppls lives, b) stop freakin making things up and speculating about things, and c) if you want know something or have some problem or another, please please please just bloody ask! and for crying out loud, clarify evrything you hear before telling evryone you know. i've been told some really weird and off-the-wall storied made up by the youth group at madison, and in no way am i appreciative. so if you don't know anything: shut the freaking crap up.

school = no $$

I just realized that Halo 3 is realllly close to coming out, and am suddenly very psyched about the movie coming out next year. Supa-sweet. I'm not psyched about having to go to work in 8 hours, but hey, gotta take what you can get.
On a Halo note, "The Guys" need to get together and asign ourselves a Halo night. Or make a "let's get together [thus and such a night/day] evry week (or evry other) and just play Halo or watch movie(s) or plan potato cannons, camping trips, tree houses, and explosives or just sit and talk and 'keep in touch,' as-it-were." That'd be cool. I'll go ahead and pre-propose an evry other Friday or Saturday A) 'cause those guys with "significant others" need Fri & Sat nights for dates and such too and B) 'cause the Calhoun-ers don't have classes on Fridays and I hope none of us was dumb enough to have classes on Saturday.
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Speaking of classes and school, I think this semester's not going to be half bad.
Classes =

• Geography - gonna be a little involved, but not too bad and seems to be potentially very interesting and easy to grasp. I estimate an A.
  
• Psychology - going to be alotta work, but has a great teacher w/ a sense of humor. I'm estimating a B just 'cause it seems like an uber-sized load of work.
• Accounting - not really sure what to expect due to relative vagueness on the syllabus, but if it's as straightforward as just knowing terms then an estimated A.
• Drawing - I love to draw and that's all that this class is. Literally. I'm hoping, aiming, and expecting an A out of me on this class.

Well, I'm going to wrap this up. I think I'll end with some semi-pointless comments.

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You know there's something wrong when I'm hungry all the time.
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¿Why does evryone ask for only one (1/uno) moment at a time. Why not ask for two (2/dos) moments?

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Brueggers (or howevr you spell it) is yummy.

Quiz: In this picture, am I an:
A) Pirate
B) Gangster
C) Pimp
D) Matrix extra

i wish i had some ice cream

So much to say. But at the same time, so little. Yeah, that's me up there.

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Not looking forward to tomorrow particularly.

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School starts tomorrow, but that doesn't have anything to do with the aforementioned not-looking-forward-to-ness. I hope that my classes aren't too bad and I really hope that I don't have to use the books so I can save $$ buying them and I really really hope they're enjoyable. The one I hope the most is enjoyable is Drawing 'cause it's my last class Tues/Thurs and is 2 hours and 45 minutes, taking me from 7:00 to 9:45. It's going to be a loooong semester if that one's not fun. But I like drawing, so we'll see.
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Went skeet shooting and the like yesterday (Saturday). Devin, Todd, and David got to experience their first dry ice "bomb." They're alotta fun. It's funny how fast a box of 25 rounds can go with only two guys and a shotgun. Kinda humorous that those same two people can go through a box of 50 rounds of .22 ammo is the same amount of time.
Soon I need to look into packing my own shells. Save me some $$ in the long run.
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I realllly need to clean my room. It's a mess and a half. I always end up playing WoW instead. Or writing (someone will know what I'm talking about).

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I need a cookie. Or chocolate. Actually, I just need something to munch on. I'm a snacker. You wouldn't think it being that I end up skipping meals 'cause I don't have time or would rather do something else. I'm working on eating regularly though. Some people claim it's good for your health. Probly just another fad. :P
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Finally got decent sleep last night. Went to bed at like, 6:30 or 6:45ish with a headache and woke up the next morning (Sunday. Today) at 8:30. So 14 or almost 14 hours of sleep. You think I should get more?
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Ok. Time for me to be quiet. But I'll leave with a pic of the St Louis Arch taken w/ my phone.

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i'm not quite dead... i'm getting better

I'm about to go to NE. That's Nebraska if you don't know the little shorteny thingys. David, Dad, and I are driving up there to visit mine & Dave's grandmother, Dad's mom. It's like a 15 hour drive. Yay! And I'm not even mad about a 15 hour drive: I get to sleep!
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Well, yesterday I got back from camping w/ some pplz. My muscles are sore from hiking (I need to eat more and should probly go to the gym) and my shoulder's a tad stiff from shooting shotguns all day. Did some skeet shooting and stuff. Created a new inside joke, "Pulling a bullfrog." Ask me later if you wanna know what it means. It's more like a term describing an action, not dissimilar to "kick the bucket" meaning dead. It doesn't mean anything dirty, so don't worry, it involves guns.
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"what's with that guy?"
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Well, gotta run out the door now. Finish all I was trying to say later.

sometimes it gets hard to keep trying

I heard a song and couldn't help but post it 'cause it fit so well.

Wasted Years::Cold

There's a game life plays
Makes you think you’re everything they ever said you where
I’d like to take some time
Clear away everything I've planned

Was it life I betrayed?
For the shape that I'm in
It's so hard to fail
It’s not easy to win
Did I drink too much?
Could I disappear?
And there's nothing that's left but wasted years
There's nothing left but wasted years
There's nothing left but wasted years

If I could change my life
Be a simple kind of man
Try to do the best I can
If I could take the sides
I'd derail every path I could
An I'm about to die
Won’t you clear away from me?
Give me strength to fly away?

Was it life I betrayed?
For the shape that I'm in
It's so hard to fail
It’s not easy to win
Did I drink too much?
Could I disappear?
And there's nothing that's left but wasted tears
There's nothing left but wasted years
There's nothing left but wasted years
There's nothing left but wasted years

Was it life I betrayed?
For the shape that I'm in
It's not hard to fail
It’s not easy to win
Did I drink too much?
Could I disappear?
And there's nothing that's left but wasted tears

Was it life I betrayed?
There's nothing left but wasted years
For the shape that I'm in
There's nothing left but wasted years
Did I drink too much?
There's nothing left but wasted years
All those wasted years
There's nothing left but wasted years

Was it life I betrayed?
For the shape that I'm in
It's not hard to fail
It’s not easy to win 

Going to finish packing now.

Disclaimer: Don't take that any more than it supposed to be.

it's not hard to lose, it's not easy to win

Ya know, I really can't get the hang of this "life" thing. I wish I could take a break from it for a while. Maybe just a couple days off. Try to clear my head.

And some other stuff... yeah.

But I do want to see Talladega Nights, the Ballad of Ricky Bobby... or however any of that's spelled. I really do need some sort of vacation away from anything and evrything. Time to just sit and think... or not think at all.

Sleep
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that thing you wish you had but willingly sacrifice for other things.

much more better

I'm a weird un-classifiable individual.
I play video & computer games but love the outdoors.
I wear my hair "emo" but wear "prep"-type clothes.
Actually, I have clothes that fit evry stereotype, and where them all.
(But nothing's better than a good pair of jeans and a button up long sleeve shirt)
I have a pouldron (armor for you shoulder) hanging in my closet.
I have a shelf "displaying" a bowling pin, Jones soda bottles, and daggers.
I need to have a place for evrything, but my room's a mess.
I still dabble with LEGOs from time to time.
I can't stand being late, but I procrastinate more than anyone evr.
My life's a mess, but somehow I manage to help others.
I want to be a landscaper and I love to play around with the Rubix cube.
I've felt alone alot in my life, but I have more people who love me than I could evr ask for.
I like fire.
And explosions.
I don't eat.
I hate to go to bed, but I hate to get out of bed. (but I think that's evry guy and/or teen)
I like music that's sweet/sappy-ish, but I like "disgruntled singer"-type music too.
I'm shy, but somehow charasmatic.
Some people say or have said I'm "hot." I'm sceptical of their observations.
Sometimes I get paranoid when I'm home alone.
I used to grab knives, but now I set the case with the 16 gauge open on my bed, and hang the bandolier (belt with 25 shotgun shells on it) on my desk chair.
I'm weird and I know it.

I'm really not sure how I got going on all of that; I just started and kept going. Who knows. I guess I'll stop. This must be the "I'm Me" post, chapter 1. ... or something. I need sleep bad. Stayed out late-ly last night and had to get up early and be at work at 8:00 to open. Fun. But it's my job. And I needed the extra hours and thus the extra $$. So I'm going to hit the sack now at an almost record setting 10:30-ish. I don't think I've gone to be this early in like, a year. Not sure, I don't actually keep track.

This is another pic of Mortimir (MorT). It's a really cool pic, despite the words "Screen Captured" plastered right in the center of it.

I hate being tired and not being able to sleep. Let's go try again.

don't think this is about you

I don't get people. I really don't. Well, I should say, I don't get some people. I wish, sometimes, that some people I know would decide they either like me or hate me, would either be my friend or my enemy, and stop trying to be both. The constant switch between friendliness and hostility gets really old after a while. I'd hope that those people would choose to be a friend instead of the alternative, but at least pick something, will ya?
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And I can't go an "I'm complaining about people" post without saying that I despise those people who "know" evrything and cannot be convinced that they're wrong even when they don't know what they're talking about. Those people who always try to tell you what to do 'cause they know what's best for evryone. The ones that want your attention on them whenever they can get it and are angry/upset/pouty when they don't get their way. I only say all of that 'cause I had a recent encounter with such a person.
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Ok. So there's some complaining done and out of the way. Evrything's still kinda hecktic though. I'll manage, I guess. It's well after 12:00 and I need to go to work tomorrow... even though I worked all day today: 10-3, 5-9ish. I thought about taking Justin's 5-9 for Friday, but decided against it.
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Stay cool, 'cause it's like, uber-mondo hot out there.

alabama hot pocket...?

Evrything's been really crazy the past week or so. Thing's are smoothing out and all, so that's good.

Well, last Fri/Sat Austin, Stephen, KP, and I went camping. Lot's of fun. Todd, David, and Seth went up the day before (Thurs) but got bored and came back. We didn't get up to Stella til like 5:00 or 6:00 or something like that. We pretty much just set up camp: put the tents up, rebuilt the fire pit, and got stuff in order. Then we pittled around shooting guns. We started with taking out weeds with the .22's. Actually, the first thing we did was pull out the 16 gauge and each pop off a round at the fallen tree's roots. I really love that gun. Anyway. That night we all got in my tent and chilled and talked. Saturday was rather slow. KP and Austin got up at something like 5:00; Kenneth to fish and Austin to watch the sun rise and pester cows. When the rest of us got up we decided it was time to make our dry-ice bombs. So we did. While waiting for the explosion, I pulled out the 16 and 12 and we proceeded to blast the crap out of a couple dead logs. There was a wasp nest on the roots of a fallen tree; only one wasp survived. It was great fun. The first dry ice bomb didn't go off after a while, so we shot it with a .22 to relieve the pressure and proceeded to make a new one. It was funny 'cause we sat down to eat after tossing it in the field, and while we were chattin and chowin, BOOM it goes off. We all jumped 'cause it sounded like someone shooting off a shotgun close to the camp. After a sec we realized what it was. The 16 or 12 ounce Mountain Dew bottle was reduced to shrapnel and the place where it rested was grassless and bare. That was cool. Later we did that again in the pond with a 20 ounce bottle. It was like a water mine going off and it sent a shockwave through the pond violent enough to 'cause the water to muddy up at the edge of the pond. Awesome cool stuff. But before that we shot skeet. That's alotta fun.

Well, I'm tired of typing right now. Maybe I'll find a cool picture or something to put up on here.

And evryone should try a white chocolate vanilla bean frappachino from Starbucks. mmm so good.

bushwackers...

So Nana went and bought a jet ski. It's a Seadoo I do believe. That'll be fun to gallavant on. So guys that are coming down in a couple days: you're in luck. We finally finished the pier yesterday, but the jet ski lift's wench is broken so... we're going to have to fix/replace that. In the meantime, though, we'll just do it oldschool and push it up and down the ramp on the shore.

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Dude, we (Terry, David, and I) went fishing the other day, and David caught one of the most bizarre looking fish ever. It's all prehistoric lookin'. Like something you'd see out of a low-budget 80's dinasaur film. It was all head. The fish was only 6 or 8 inches long, but it's head was the size of your fist! and the rest of the body was less that half the size of its head! Crazy little thing. And it's mouth was as wide as it's head with fang-ish teeth and stuff. And it was all dark green and dark brown with lime green-ish spots and highlights... really weird.

tv's dumb

Here I am in Florida. So we're helping Papa build a pier, Terry, David, and me. Well, this afternoon we got all of the pier part finished. I got to use a nail gun! woo! haha. We're working in the gazebo part tomorrow. The roof is still left from the hurricane(s), so we're just going to put the supports and decking up and down. So that's cool and all.

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Well, this trip would be way uber cooler if I had Heather here too. I'm really missing her right about the day before yesterday... as much as I love it down here, I love her more and can't wait to see her again. It'll be awesome later this month... er, next month,... uh, late July; 'cause Heather and I are coming down here together.

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So sometime like the 30th or 1st KP, Todd, and Seth are coming. Or we're all pretty sure they're coming. That should be fun.

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P.S. I love and miss you Heather!!!

"that's me taking the bull by the horn's... it's a metaphor. but that really happened..."

So the kid down the street just about killed himself a couple seconds ago. Well, I say kid; he's probly a jr. or so in high school, but still. He's driving a motorcycle around the neighborhood kinda slow-like. Apparently he was trying to show off, or maybe he just really didn't know what he was doing and romped on the gas and pulled a wheely... the result of which, he almost fell off the bike. Idiot. At least he's got a helmet on. haha, reminds of a couple inside jokes...
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Well, yesterday Austin, KP, Todd, David, Seth, and I went up to Stella. That was fun. We started the day off with some good ol' fishin'. All of us caught a few (I caught 5) except for Seth whose fishing pole was being retarded. But after a long time of fishing, we started the demo process on a temporary shelter that Austin's GP's had up there that was long over-due on being torn down. Well, all six of us grab our kukri's, daggers, switchblades, and hunting knives and started cutting the tarp covering to shreds. Although six guys swinging and hacking with knives in a confined space only spells desaster, amazingly, no injuries were incurred in this processes. After that we pulled the metal "skeleton," as it were, off the base and then start the demo on that. Well, we pull the first layer of plywood up with no problems; it was the second that would be a pain... literally. The floor had all but rotted through on the bottom. As we were demo-ing, I decide to see if the sledge would be good. I swing it and get it stuck in the floor. While balancing on two floor joists, I start to pull and try to free the hammer. In doing so, I lose my balance and fall. It wouldn't have been that bad had the piece of floor I reached out to land on wasn't rotten and had the joist I landed on didn't have nail heads sticking up a quarter inch... yeah, it hurt. But oh well. I've had worse. Just a flesh wound.
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Ok, Heather's here and I gotta go. Peace.
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oh, we shot guns there too. wicked cool. going now.

hold that thought

wreck on monte santo last night. car sideways in ditch.

someone bought all the cookies at mcalister's.

more elaborations and updates later.

throwing knives

I'm caught in that in-between place where my hair's way too long to do any short-hair stuff with, and not quite long enough to do long-hair stuff with. Needless to say, more times than not I'm rather annoyed with it. Oh well. If I cut it I'd almost immediately get hunted and killed, and besides, I've always wanted to grow it to my shoulders just for the heck of it. Austin wants me to shave and wax my head, but I'm not thinking that's going to happen in the very near future... or ever; unless my hair falls out in the back like my dad, in which case I'm totally going to shave it all off... or have a skullet... or not.
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Sometime, maybe this Saturday?, I want to go to the flea market and ask that guy we always get stuff from if he can repair the MP5. I think that the trigger mechanism broke, either that or the motor burnt out. I don't think the latter could be cause the thing's not seen full-time use or evr been taken through a battle or nothin'. But anyway, I'm hoping he can take it and fix it.
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Well, gotta run. Heather's coming over and we're going to play Risk. She thinks she can beat me :P
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Is that better reading material, Kerry? :D

a new post

Due to askance for more postin-idge, I am now making this one.
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So yeah.
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I don't have too much to post about. Well, I guess I do, but I don't want to have to elaborate, so I'll whip out the ol' bullets again.
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• Spending time with Heather
• Hanging with Austin and that crew
• Playing more WoW than I really should
• Starting another WoW character (see above entry)
• Chilling with Heather some more

Yeah. That's pretty much it. I think. I may be missing some stuff. Oh yeah, I forgot
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• Work
• Time with Heather

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Yeah...
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I'll try to take some cool screenshots of Mortimir (my cool Tauren (minotaur-type guy)) and Martivir (my pacifist Night Elf priest... that's hard to play btw). So when I do that I'll post the pics.
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I would make it all colored and pretty-ish, but I don't feel like it right now.
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Oh, I love Berries & Cream Dr. Pepper. And Krispy Kreme doughnuts. And those SoBe things are good, like the mango somethin-or-another and green tea ones; I wanna try the strawberry daiquari one. :P
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Going now.
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Oh, and by the way, my blog's been re-opened to the general public.
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And there's a couple songs that I want to put up on here when I get the motivation to.

if it's not one thing it's another

Well, it seems that someone apparently hates me for some reason or another. I really don't know who or why. Maybe they'll put a name to their rude and uncalled for comments. He/she left a couple on a post a couple posts back, but being as the comments where 1) anonymous, I don't like anonymous comments and 2) had crude language (aka, cussing and the like), I deleted them. Actually, I deleted the first and it apparently annoyed the person that I did and he/she subsequently insulted me and I deleted that one too. But anyway.
You now have to be a member to post a comment on my blog; so sorry if you don't have a blog and would like to comment. This is to try to cut down on comments like the aforementioned ones left. So if you want to insult me or have a problem with something I've done, just tell me and stop hiding behind an "anonymous" label. If there's something wrong, just talk to me and maybe things can be talked out and ammends made. Sorry if I've offended anyone, but 1) you can't hold anything against me I don't know about, and 2) get over it if you're too scared to just face me.
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I'm a little wired and angry-ish right now, so I think I'm going to go draw something now or something to try to calm down a tad.

chocolate lovin' spoon cake

It's been forevr sense I've posted, blah blah blah; you've heard that spill before.
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Someone hit my truck! I've got this scrape/scratch/scuff all the way from the front fender to the back of the bed. It happened Monday afternoon, best I can figure, while I was at work. Apparently someone rubbed up against it making that turn and didn't bother to tell anyone about it. Grrr. Not only that, but the cab and bed don't match up on the driver's side. I'm not sure if it's due to the same culprit as the scuff or not, but still. I really like Hoyota and hate to see it get beat up, especially by someone other than me that doesn't bother to tell anyone when they've hit someone's car. A door bang, no problem; but it's all the way down the port side! I mean, jeepers.
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McAlister's don't have AC in the kitchen. 'nough said.
Ok, so it's not too bad. It's only like, 80 or 85 degrees tops; but it gets to bein' pretty toasty pretty fast when you're workin' with ovens and steamers and toasters and other heat producing machinery. Thanksfully there's not complete lack of AC or we'd like, cook in there... no pun intended.
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Tomorrow, after work, I'm headin' over to Heather's and we're going to hang out/maybe walk in the countryside/watch movies/maybe eat something. So yeah. Then Friday I'm chillin' with "the guys" when they get back from RO. The pool I know is on the list. Ah, so nice is the summer.

questions of my own

One thing that's starting to really bug me upon my engagement to Heather, is that evrytime upon finding out, the first question asked is, "Oh, well how old are you?" followed by, "That's a little young don't you think?" Grr. That bugs the crap out of me. Yes, to some extent age does determine some things, but my question for all of you (particularly the adult-type people) is this: From our birth to our graduation you raise us up to be adults and to live our lives on our own, make our own decisions, and be responsible for our own actions; so why when the first time I actually start to live my life as an adult and not as a kid and actually take initiative for once do you automatically decide that I'm a little kid again? It's really annoying. I fully realize the seriousness of marriage that it's not just something to be tossed around and taken lightly; and I'm fully willing to live up to that responsibility. So why don't you just let us live our lives?
The second question that always seems to sprout out of the persons mouth is, "Welll, how long have you been dating?" I would ask the retorical question, "Does it really matter?" but the answer is yes, for some. Evryone grows closer and gets comfortable around each other at different rates 'cause let's face it, different people are different. Some people want to date for 20 years before they make that decision, some people only 5. Some people get to know each other before dating, date for a week or so, and then decide that they are meant for each other. There's no time requirement. I mean, heck, Karen's sister and brother-in-law Linda and Raymond have been married for some 40 or 50 odd years and he only knew her like a week before asking her to marry her, and they've been a happy couple.
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On a different note:
I'm going to the renaissance fair tomorrow with Stephen and Heather. That's going to be wicked awesome cool, 'cause let's face it: swords, axes, armor, maces, shields, spears, knives, polearms, etc, etc, are really really cool. Or, we all think so anyway. It's gonna be painful to see all that cool stuff and not be able to buy anything... But I'll live. I'll just have to play with the one Stephen gets, heh heh.
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Season 4 has some funny outtake stuff. Here's a couple quotes from the Sargeisms:
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Sarge: "Hey, Church, see anything in my shotgun barrel?"
Church: "No, Sarge, I am not looking down the barrel of your shotgun."
Sarge: "How about these rocket barrels?"
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Sarge: "Hey, Griff, hold these bullets for me. *BANG* In your gut!"
Griff: "Ow. I can see my spine!"
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Sarge: "Hey, blue, *BANG* how do you like them apples? And by apples I mean bullets! In your face!!"
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Sarge: "Perscription: death. Diagnosis: SHOTGUN!"
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Sarge: "You just got sarged..."

yoodle, chrapt?, and more chuck norris jokes than you can shake a stick at. that's halo nights. this has to be the longest post title like evr. yeah..

Puce ['pyüs]. The literal defintion (webster.com's one anyway) is "a dark red." It is, howevr, the oddest color you will evr see in like, evr. Here is an onlooker's definition of a vehicle that was puce, "It's brown... purple. No, it's brown... wait-- purple. Purplish-brown? Yes. No... wait. Yeah, I think that's right. Purple... brown. ahh!!" That is to say, puce is very hard to actually discribe. I think it would be my favorite color if it wasn't so... actually, I don't know why it's not my favorite color.
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Well, it looks like I'm going to be getting a raise at the ol' McAlister's. Which is cool. I need to get more hours in 'cause I need to make more $$ with school and all. Auburn don't have married ppl housing, so that'll be some extra on top of tuition there. We'll make it work though.
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And now, to solve all of your car problems, just call this guy. He knows what he's doing. Already starting a nice chain call, "Kat's Kars" with two currently in undisclosed and very amiguous places in Huntsville.
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Going now. I'm done making stuff up.

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I love you, Heather :)

the mcali-monster

We here at McAlister's take our job seriously... well, most of us...
The past two days we've gotten hammered. It was like, super busy. The line yesterday was literally wrapping around the building. The question you have to ask yourself is, "why?" What makes McAlister's so special; I mean, all it is is some sandwiches and potatoes. I mean, really. Ah, oh well. I guess we'll never know...

the king of manly

Yeah... this is my current favorite World of Warcraft character. I took that shot at like, 1 in the morning, that's why it's night on the server, which is really cool by the way. I'll have to get up early and take a rising sun picture... or maybe a setting sun picture instead... hmm?

"did you straighten your hair?"

Ok, so there was that "announcement" I had to make a few posts back. Well, this is it. Yous guys are going to think we're crazy, but here it is:
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Heather & I are engaged

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Now, most of you are thinking right now, "Aren't you going a little fast?" or something of the like. The answer? Maybe so. But hey, if you know, why wait to pop that question? I'm sure you think I'm raving mad, but... well, I am pretty crazy; but for once, I think I know what I'm doing. For once I didn't procrastinate. For once I feel I'm truly in love... ok. So you're probly like, "cut with the mushy crap." So I will. But still. You'll know when you're there.
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So that's the probly-not-too-highly-anticipated "announcement" thing. You guys either A) already guessed, B) didn't know what to think, C) somehow found out although the people who knew were to keep it on the DL til the rest of the family knew, D) were one of the people told, or E) really don't know what's going on.
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And now I'm going. I got in some HALO tonight. Sorry KP for your finals being tomorrow. Maybe the next time.
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Quote of the day (QotD), "...raising the little ones." ~J-Gad

too... much... chocolate... energy... overload...

I have too many batteries on my desk. Actually, I have too much stuff on it period. I need to clean it up. Actually, I need to clean up my whole room. I'll get to it sometime.

Heather got baptized and I'm so happy 'cause it's so cool and awesome and stuff!

My grades are slightly different than I thought, but not bad at all. Here they be:
Biology I: A ((as expected. easy to grasp and all that))
Comp II: B ((it was either that or an A 'cause he was a cool teacher and understood not everyone loved writing stuff))
World History II: B ((way better than expected. there was stuff that I thought I missed, but apparently not))
Intro to Philosophy: A ((not sure how someone could fail this class with this instructor 'cause he was so lenient))

So my GPA for this semester was 3.58. So coupled with my 2.92 GPA last semester ((silly calculus. I have the cal book saved for you, Austin, by the way)) and my GPA for my first year is 3.23. I'm not disappointed at all. Of course, Calhoun's just like a really expensive high school, but hey.

on a real quick note

((this post included)) I have made 446 posts on this blog and it's been going for almost two years now. That's a little more than a post evry 3 days or so, give a take a week or two. But couple that w/ the over 2000 comments I've received on this thing and this blog's done pretty well sense its debut July '04.
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So thanks guys for puttin' up w/ me on this blog for this long.
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Actually, thanks for just putting up with me period, 'cause I've been a jerk sometimes. So if I've evr been that way to you, just walk up and say, "Hey, you were a jerk to me [insert time]." But in all seriousness:
Thank you all.
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really shutting up and sleeping now

lemme break it down...

...bullet style

• I "shed tears" ((I didn't cry, honestly...)) at the senior thing tonight... er, yesterday night technically
• Kenneth'd make a good youth minister
• I think the phrase "crimp your style" is funny
• my freshman year of college'll be over tomorrow
• risk takes forever to play ((but Devin & I won upon his capturing the ring!))
• I feel bad for ending up keeping Heather up late alotta times
• I just realized I have an enormous thing of AA batteries on my desk
• my room needs to be cleaned
• I can't wait for Austin to get back
  
• My bulletin board finally looks like one now that I have all kinds of paper and notes and pictures and random junk hangin' from it
• now I'm just makin' stuff up to add more bullets
• I need to write a paper

Alright. I won't keep you any longer and make you waste your precious time on this 'ere blog. I know you guys'll probly worry about me after I type you this, but I was just looking at the stuff on my desk and the garder laying next to the camo bandana at first glance resembled a camo thong with lace... I'm too tired to be up. Shutting up now.

i can't think of a good title tonight

I'm gonna be in trouble for not going to bed immediately and posting instead, but I'll try to stay awake and make it fast.
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So Devin & Holley's wedding was today. I was a groom's man person and Heather was a bride's maid. I've decided that I'm not fond of tuxes. Not too comfy and you get real hot in 'em; too stuffy and formal for me. I guess I'm too laid back for a tux. At the reception we ate cake and stuff. Man, so good. Karen makes the best cakes, I'm tellin' ya. ((and we get the leftovers, yes!)). I caught the garder and coincidentally Heather caught the bouquet. Devin's civic was all messed up w/ writing and cookies. Not to mention the caution cone, gutter things, and coke cans dragging behind it.

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ok, I'm off to do that sleep thing. oh look, a bowling pin.

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...i wanna draw again now...

"i'm curious like a cat... that's why they call me whiskers"

So that last post I had an "announcement" to make. I did have one, but I don't remember what it was. This time I really do have an announcement to make:

...but I have to tell the family first. sorry guys, priorities and all that. don't worry, though; there's no forgetting this.

In the meantime, I thought I might dedicate half a post, or like, one third a post, or like, a worthless part of a post I wasn't going to use anyway, to the last person one might expect something to be dedicated to: to Seth.

SETH: The one who gets no respect, no regard, and no mercy... but doesn't really deserve it... or does he? He does have this extraordinary ability to take any insult or degrading comment you can throw at him w/ no more than a shrug. The only person I know that can be the butt of evry joke and not be bothered in the least (except for Todd, maybe). For this feat, you deserve praise... but you'll have to wait as all the praise is still being passed to those who deserve it more. Just kidding. But really. Just try to keep from strattling the line too often.

procrastinate today... or maybe tomorrow

I'd like to make an announcement:

....but later when I'm not so tired.

listen if you could

evryone put down you weapons

and for goodness sake

please stop fighting

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And I quote w/ as much seriousness as I can, Anchorman and Monty Python:

"Man, that escalated quickly. I mean, that really got outta hand."

"Let's not bicker and argue about who killed who. This is supposed to be a, happy occasion."

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And because no source is better than THE Source,

"Love your Neighbor as yourself."

I know it's over-used, but it's the truth.