Ideas? I Don't Need no Stinkin' Ideas!

Ok, life is interesting. I love life. No real complaints, other than I'd like a little more cabbage in my wallet, but that is a thing just about everyone goes through. Again, no complaints. Spring Break is close, a week away to be exact. I'm excited. I think I might get to go camping for free. I love camping. Of course, the real reason I look forward to camping is catching a lot of these:
Oh buddy, talk about fun. Grab one of those babies by the tail, and let the good times roll (hey, leprosy isn't as bad as it once was, besides, the ladies already treat me like I am a leper). My friends here are great, but the cross-roads in my life are approaching as well. As I state constantly, I am graduating in May. I have no clue where I will be come June of 2006. I don't want to think about it, and I know God is going to provide, but I will really hate to leave this great support family that I've gathered around me (from top to bottom great people, great people indeed). I pray everyday for the direction God has in store for me, but He must feel I'm not ready for that next step, or I'm just too blind to see and act on it (I tend to be slow from time to time, until God has had enough and rapps me across the nose to get my attention). I'll be enlightened on that next step, so until then I will spend my time praising Him, loving the time around my friends, and keeping my eye out for Miss Right (gotta stay away from Miss Right Now, found that out the hard way last time, because she was catholic). Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to bottle up your friends so you have them forever (wait, that is what memories are for). Ok, so no more depressing thoughts from me.

I need to start carrying around a notepad to write down my thoughts for what to write about here on my blog. I have multiple ideas during they day, and when I'm around my computer, they get written about. Then, other times, I'm no where near my computer, and these great ideas go poof, like smoke in the wind. GAH! That totally drives me crazy (a taperecorder would be nice). I'll figure something out.

So today, I went with Jakob, and his grandparents grocery shopping. Talk about entertaining, his grandparents are two of the most entertaining old people I've met here in South Texas (As far as East Texas is concerned, I can think of a couple of other old farts that would hold that distinction). One thing that I learned, Jakob will argue with a fence post (then again, so would I, it is kinda strange how the world works, putting two stubborn people together like that, just leads to mayhem).

We went and saw 'Ultraviolet' tonight. Milla Jovavich, she has come quite a ways since 'The 5th Element'. Then again, acting along side Bruce Willis can catapult your career quite a ways (now if I could only get into show business and act alongside Bruce Willis, maybe a DieHard movie, that would be awesome). The previews before this movie were, well for a lack of a better term, crap. Nothing but scary movies, even that new Wayans film (S..C..A..R..Y..!..!..!) What, you didn't think I'd spell it out for you? I'm a nice guy. After the flick, got to go to Wal-Mart with Jakob so he could get a beta. I just don't get the concept of beta's but hey, others do (and they don't get me, so I guess it is a win/win situation for all involved). Man, you got to love Wal-Mart after midnight, brings back the old days to me. Then again, I see anything 80's, and it is the old days for me (Man I'm old). Might go to the beach tomorrow with JK, and the gang. We will see, we will see

Now I don't have to tell you good folks what's been happening in our beloved little town. Sheriff murdered, crops burned, stores looted, people stampeded, and cattle raped. The time has come to act, and act fast. I'm leaving.

Marriage? You Want to Talk to Me About marriage?!

One thing I don't understand about myself? Why do I choose to eat foods that always end up more on me, than in my mouth? Am I such a glutton for punishment? I suppose, but lomaine is such a great noodle to eat with kang pow chicken, or any chineese dish. It's just killer. So, I had lunch with Jakob today, and I'm sure by me already ranting about having food on me you can guess where we ate, that's right ladies and gents, Hunan's Express. The food ain't bad, although it is pretty funny to eat at a chineese restaurant that has a short order cook that happens to be hispanic (that just bemuses me a bit). While we ate, Jakob and I had a few discussions, about life, women, God, sports (actually, I was the one talking about sports, Jakob just kind of stared at me with a bewildered look on his face, then again, most people get that look on their face while I'm talking to them), and how I need to get more traffic to read my blog. So, I have devised a method to get more people to read my blog, and that is by posting the site on every post I leave on xanga. That could get a few more people to read this drabble. Sweet, what an awesome idea.

I read JK's post today, and it has inspired me to write on a certain topic that has consumed our blogsphere (maybe because people have been taking part in this ritual lately, I'm not quite sure), but marriage seems to be a hot topic amongst those here in Corpus. JK wants a husband, Jakob wants a wife, my mother wants me to get married (for the grandchildren, because I think she's tired of dealing with the only kid in the house she's got left, my dad), and even I thought I wanted to get hitched. Seriously, I thought I must, although the clock is ticking on my prime hunting grounds (I do graduate from college in May). Well, that was my desire until I did a little research, check it out:

Information for Mail Order Bride from Russia...$10
Flight from Mother Russia...........................$1,849
Visa Into the United States..........................$135
Fairfield Language Rosetta Stone-Russian.......$180
Wedding Dress and Tuxedo..........................$600
Wedding Rings.........................................$500
Marrying someone, who when she yells at you, you have no idea what the hell she's talking about......priceless.
There are somethings money can buy, for everything else, it just takes time..

Yeah, although while finding out how much it would cost to get a mail order bride, there seemed to be alot of pretty girls all over the world wanting to come to America. Why do we Americans overlook this God-given ability to live in such an awesome country, yet we expunge our freedoms by bickering. It just blows me away. Anyways, some day I'll get married, sooner or later, but by then I'll have my CHL, so that will make it all ok.

Maybe I didn't really know you. Maybe you were just a mirage. Maybe the world is full of food and sex and spectacle and we're all just hurling towards an apocalypse, in which case it's not your fault. I'm been thinking about all these things and... you're probably standing there monitoring. And one more thing - about the letter. Nuke it. Flame it. Destroy it. - It hurts me to know it's out there. Later.

Wow, More Mindless Drabble

Wow, I feel like blogging. That's strange. I haven't been this literary in quite a while (I do miss posting for y'all as much as possible, but I don't' get comments, and I get paid more by the more comments I get, and if I don't get paid, then I can't write on my blog. I'm a starving artist here!). I'm really not at home much any more. I have become quite the socialite. I study, go to school, work at the church, and then devote the rest of my time to my friends (who aren't demanding of my time, would probably love to have time away from me, but still humor me by keeping my presence around). I spend every Wednesday night at church for Halo ministries (console killing for Christ?, nope that was shot down by Le', so we now say, 'Come find your Halo on Wednesday Nights', yeah, its kinda catchy). So, being Wedsnday, that is where I will be tonight, playing Halo. I will get to unveil my new catch phrase for playing (and my super awesome sniping position), 'want some flair?!'. If you hear that, then you are in trouble, because I'm about to pistol whip you, and make you respawn. I got to do some flair-ing last night, and got 2 doublekills out of it (yes, flair-ing it up is great).

We ate at Chili's last night. Not bad, but my favorite waitress wasn't there (she's the bestest in the world, atleast at a restaurant I can afford). I had alot of random and awkward things to say, because there were others at the table getting into heated discussions, so I tried my best (not totally in vain) to keep the mood lighthearted. The two comments that got the most attention were 'I like to eat manure', and 'I regurgitated a faucet'. Why would I come up with such awkward and not socially acceptable comments to say? Simple, Jakob challenged me to a game of things to say in public, while in conversation with new people, that would be deemed socially awkward at best. I do like a couple of them though, such as 'Jimmy Carter says yes' (I'll use that one when ever I'm discussing the War, HA take that Jimmy!), 'a hero kills people' (true, especially if its Chuck Norris), and what I'm sure I'll say alot to new people, while in conversation, '...the stanley maneuver'. That one is so out there and has nothing to do with anything. Thats what I"m talking about. Complete pandemonium.

On the upsetness front, besides me being single, not having a gun, Misty not sharing pudding, me being single, not having a gun, no one commenting on my blog, did I mention me being single, or not owning a gun? I'm really upset that I'm not fulfilling my potential to the fullest (I know, but I know I'm capable of more, I'm like a pseudo-superhero, just with out any super powers, I'm the Aquaman of the group). I just don't feel like I'm living up to what I'm being called to do. Maybe it takes time, well I know it takes time, but still, I want to be at that level. Aw pooh. Then again, Annie Oakley is my historical honey (alright! 3 points per any new person that reads my blog! HAHAHA, take that Jakob!). Pooh.

Death. The eternal blink. The capricious dance of Now You Stop Moving Forever. Well, contrary to popular belief, death isn't just for dead people. It can happen to anyone. I know, it's news to me too. And it's not just people either, it's all kinds of stuff. Horses, fiddler crabs. Did you know that even a potato... can die?

Grand Theft Auto: Corpus Christi

In a country galvanized by war, a current vice president has taken up where arron burr left off. No more mr. nice cheney. This time, he's out for more blood in the heart of south texas:
I've had some friends ask me about what was going on with dead eye dick, and the whole accidental shooting. Simple, VP cheney believes he's in his very own version of grand theft auto: Corpus Christi. He went out and found himself a rampage icon, and went on a killing spree. He's out shooting everyone. It's no longer a safe place to be here in corpus christi. Even me, the toughest man in the world, is afraid for my life. Talk about scary. You never know where Dead eye Dick might jump out at you. Run for your life, man, RUN!!!!

My mother wants a reason why I need a CHL? That's why, Dead Eye Dick is on the loose (told ya that I'd find a reason for me needing one!). On to other news, Friday was one of the most interesting 24 hours I've experienced in quite a while. First, I got to have the privledge of having dinner with Misty, Jakob, and his family at Millers (you have to get the po'boy with spicey sausage, it's to die for). Talked with Jakobs grandfather about the life and times during WW2, and his experiences on a USN battlecruiser (I have a ton of respect for any WW2 vet). After dinner, World Domination participated in the spring tourney on campus. Well, we won. Finally, last seasons demise was avenged. Can you believe it? I found the net from full court (yes Justin I know, I'm a cheap baseball card and you own me, but still, FULL COURT MAN!).

After soccer, Jakob, Misty, Justin and Sarah, and myself went and joined Jess Kelley at the youth lock-in at church. Things went pretty smooth for the time that we were there...well I say smooth. Kids are hellions, and sometimes you just want to shoot them, I know I wanted to. Anyways, the kids played 'Underground Church', and for those of you who have never heard of this game, its quite simple. There are 3-4 guards, one of which is a crypto-Christian. His job is to get other Christians (all the other players in the game) to the church before the bad guards catch them. This guard must also watch his six because if the other guards figure him out, then he can be killed, game over...(YOU HEAR ME? GAME OVER MAN! GAME OVER!). Oh yeah, the game is played in pitch black conditions, only the guards have lights. While playing two of these runts were running (which they were specifically told NOT to do), and had a meeting of minds, so to speak. We're talking lots of blood, yes, one of them sprung a leak from their noggin. Jess and I worked like a flawless team, and helped take care of everything. Poor girl, she had to get 9 stitches in her head. Funniest part, while I'm going to the first aid kit, Tommy comes waltzing into the kitchen asking me, "Hey, why are you turning all the lights on?" I gave him the quick rundown for our stricken victim. While Jess and Tommy were escorting the bleeder to the hospital, Jakob and I had to stay at the church to help keep things under control. Crikes. I wasn't home until 8 this morning. Over 24 hours of non-stop action. I'm pooped. For those of you out there, the Grand Theft Auto, is a trademark of Rockstar games, but I plan to write up a neat little synopsis of GTA: Corpus Christi. I think it will be funny, and maybe just what my blog needs for national notoriety. Crossing my fingers.

One day while sitting in class you'll look outside the window to see Russians dropping down to take us over. What are you gonna do then, huh? Run into the woods with your friends, put twigs in your hair, call yourselves the Wolverines and fight off the Russians? I think not.

Gun Safety: I Promise I'll Try to Never Shoot Myself

So, today is the day after valentines day. What a sham of a day. Hallmark created valentines day just to make those of us who are single (like me) feel inadequate. Plus, my friends who are not single, love to rub the fact that they have someone, IN MY FACE! Not cool man, not cool at all. So, I and a friend of mine, Mr. Beltcher boycotted valentines day, and we went to The Sharpshooter to look at guns (thats right, the macho man thing to do, check out firearms). Saw alot of really cool guns, and now I want one. I want my concealed handgun license. I think the whole world will be safer that I get to carry a gun around. But unfortunately, my family doesn't think that I'm safe enough to carry a gun. They are afraid that I'd do something like this here:



Yeah, can you believe that? I would never EVER do that. I have not given one instance where that kind of thought could be even processed about me. I kinda feel like Ralphy here, from a 'Christmas Story', and them telling me I'd shoot my eye out. I'm not going to be cocky and say that I know for a fact that I would never do that, just because it is stupid to make that kind of statement, but I would get my CHL, and the classes that go along with it, that would make me safer. My father pointed out he said it was scary since I have quite a bit of Smith blood in me, and that is just a precursor to danger (I resemble that remark). Well, now that my mom knows about that (you should since you read this), prove him wrong, and get me a gun. Thats all I have to say. I want a gun!!!!

My new roommate moves in tonight. Exciting. We'll see how it goes, having a female roommate and all, but I know it will be all good. I grew up with a sister, but she never spoke spanish, or was from columbia. That might be a new thing, but I know for sure that I better not get less than a B in spanish II.

Heavy is good, heavy is reliable. If it doesn't work you can always hit them with it.