ug....I don't even want to talk about it...

Spring break was great...a long amount of time spent with many friends I've grown to love. Most importantly my pal Evan. He's just the best buddy a guy could have...except for maybe Rascal. I miss that kid. I need to go see him.

So I went to Orlando for a week of revelry and hard lined consumerism...and that is an ambiguous statement (money and alcohol...yeah)....definitely helped florida's economy last week. It could have been much more of a hit if I hadn't gotten into Disney for free. Thanks Kurt. I don't really know that I can sum up an entire week in one post. I mean that's a feat I've never before done. You saw how all the fun at six flags turned into an epic story(and that was just a 48 hour period of time)...I think perhaps this is a story best told in sidenotes. What do you think?


"Hell yes!" ...but first a people in attendence list....

1. Chris "Edward" Weed
2. Kelly "Leena" Lamb
3. Alfred "Nick" Hensley (yes, Alfred is not in quotes, "NICK" is)
4. Kelsey "Bessima" England (AKA - "okmattyou'vehadenough")
5. Bethany "Betsana" Minshew (pronounced 'buttsauna")
6. Kurt "PAPAFLORIDA" Stefanie
7. Katie "The Destroyer" Vining (I couldn't think of anything that really depicted Katie...and I figured that everyone at some point wants the nick "THE DESTROYER" --I mean that's just a cool nick name....another cool nickname could be "The Battleship")
8. MYSELF


Sidenotes:
1. Handle...Handle...drinking...Handle...drinking...wait other handles...RubberDucky, WalkingCrow, ICEMAN, Edward, Alfred, PAPAFLORIDA...if I've left any out feel free to let me know.
2. Kelly Lamb acquires the name "Leena"
3. "Ew Nick, that's gross."
4. 3 servings of lasagna....yeah I did it...but Nick helped.
5. Cooking with Weed...Edward Weed.
6. Grits, Coke, and Tylenol for breakfast.
7. New Sumurna
8. Seagul poo...on my bag...and waterbottle.
9. EVAN EVAN EVAN..."I don't think I want anymore" (me on friday)
10. broken belt buckle...shady flea market.
11. The pattented move of the "Minshew Mangler"
12. HELL YES!
13. HELL NO!
14. Nick and that big bowl of frosted flakes...every morning.
15. "I wanna sleep in the big bed"
16. buzz swimming
17. DISNEY FOR FREE!!!!
18. Space Mountain
19. Kickin it on Thursday with Edward.
20. Braves gaming.
21. Sun poisoning.
22. Wet butt blanket on the lawn.
23. Phillies...boo!
24. Go Astros.
25. BACKPACKER.
26. Hot tub?
27. Meeting Harry and Jennifer (the old couple in the hot tub who's names we didn't catch) and that whole conversation. Harry says, "bunch of kids just running around here drunk all the time it just beats all I tell you..do you know what I'm talking about?" and I say, "yes sir, I'm inebriated right now." Ok, so the rest of the conversation was a lot better.
28. Lent Beard.
29. Fighting super heroes on the beach.
30. I knocked Alfred in the water....he got soaked...and I was perfectly dry. Ten minutes later I'm running through the surf and just trip...and get soaked. Karma.
31. The captain?
32. I gave her the drink knowing she wouldn't have the stomach for it and she'd be sick the next morning. I did it on purpose. Because I'm mean. And because I knew she wouldn't turn it down. I hope it taught her a lesson of respect. It is not a party drink.
33. Beachuss!
34. Randomly adding the word "bitch" to songs...and it always making sense.
35. EXODUS TO ORLANDO.
36. runny poo.
37. "Preventative Measures." (immodium people)
38. CENTER CUT SIRLOIN STEAK 12oz. at the COLORADO steak house.
39. Subway's restroom.
40. We're gonna do this up Pontiac style.
41. Don't forget the Monty.
43. I SAID NO SALT, NO SALT...I don't think any of us had salt. Wastin away again...
44. the girls playing "strip poker" wait a minute...how come when a girl won, one of the guys had to take off clothing? we were just watching tv...not fair.
45. Against the Wind
46. "I smell pot." --"who's smoking pot in Disney world?" --- some girl was sitting on the grass during the fireworks display and all I could think was literally "get off the grass" cause she was using two forms of it...and both are not allowed at disney.
47. How about that Mission to Space ride Alfred?
48. The extreme Bessima challenge.
49. Minshew helped me with the sunscreen. Thanks man.
50. The people mover....and the idea of the old man appearing in the back of the cars and then disappearing after a dark tunnel, then reappearing after another dark tunnel.
51. You will fall in love, you'll be giddy, Cotton candy and lilacs will be in the air, but only if the mother of your lover is a virgo. If this advice does not work, eat lots of chocolate and go to the movies. --best 50 cents I ever wasted.
52. a handful of M&M's at a shady flea market.
53. Lego store.
54. The guy getting tackled by the police on Pleasure Island...they put their knees in the back of his head and cuffed his ass.
55. Parking?
56. No incriminating photos please.
57. "WOOOOOOO" -Kurt on every ride.
58. Nick and his new hat.
59. I shot mickey mouse the bird when no one was looking.
60. "Companion restroom" - still not sure what that was about.

Ok, if I've left out anything major I'm sorry. Feel free to leave a comment about it.

Outstretched hands
Holding lyrics and pens
Crying out from foreign lands
The solitude of morning times
An open heart committing
Passionate crimes
While strumming strings
And lending love
To living things
There's a stillness now
As he forgets
where to put his fingers
On his frets
Simple warm
Cliched now too
Nothing good comes
Till afternoon
All the whiskey vows
And promised things
The crowd now bows
To peasant kings
Letters lost
And missing stamps
fumbling home
Toward dim lit lamps
In her eyes
He catches a glimpse
Something stone
And far too dense
dreaming of
Sad romance
He can't keep up
But can't back down
Writing songs
No one around
Harmonica sounds
Like somber rain
Beating against
The window pane
The sound of loss
And general remorse
And runner out
No cross-country course
Dismal sheets
of melting ice
Spring it comes
Once or twice
A year in which
The adjustor knows
His adjustment will change
As each new wind blows
Time goes on
In empty spells
Looking for
New Sumurna sea shells
With some friends he made
Quite long ago
Some longer than
Others though
A lost lamb
Who just grew up
scowling at his
Whiskey cup
Solitude welcomes sympathy
Reflecting back on
A long catastrophe
A shot here or a shot there
Ten shots later
He is unaware
He hurts others too

I haven't been this upset since Jared Dovers forcefed me ex-lax in 7th grade

I mean I am violently ill. This whole Lasek surgery thing was a crock. If you ever have to choose...choose Lasik. I was told "in a month you'll be able to see the backside of a gnat on a telephone pole."----well, this really helps me RIGHT NOW DOESN'T IT?---I guess that's what I get for having surgery done behind a supermarket at a commie veternarian clinic where the doctors have large fingers and an affinity for rectal exams that begin through your eyelids. The doctor said "now these numbing drops will take two to four minutes to take effect" ----then imediately jabbed his bigass finger into my eye and said "Do you like this? Hurts doesn't it? This is what it will feel like if you rub your eye after your surgery and it won't stop hurting even when you sleep."---I have not rubbed my eyes...for a week. I mean who knew....I'm coming off two nights of hardly any sleep. I've done a ten page paper last night, and tonight I have to finish the last 12 of a 20 page paper, and the first five of a five page paper. GO ME. I wouldn't be in so much trouble if I could have seen the computer screen monday and tuesday. I mean it's an unbearable strain. I'm like three inches from the screen right now. It's like a tragic comedy written by William Shatner....narrated by the same. Bland. I have to think of something that isn't bland now....J. J is not bland. J is the newest conqueror of the forgotten world. A wise scholar once said that you "must respect Jack Daniels. Jack Daniels is not a party drink." I think she was also a muscian...singing songs in a voice I've never heard with lyrics I've never read. Is it any wonder I don't get the point? Some kind of ska-country-rap-georgia hip-hop with a trip and a loop going on, struttin with a fender strat callin me by name but my ear is unopen. A knife twisting slowly in the back of a scoundrel. This is how I expect it to be. This is what I believe I will hear when I open my ears. When I hear the songs of a voice I've never heard singing lyrics I've never read...sitting in a place I've never been...on a mattress with an egg-crate, fully clothed, freezing from the window open and a smashed lamp to the other side of the room. "This is real she said. And I'll never shake it off. I have to walk around with this." (maybe not exactly, but I think that's close). I don't plan on dying, but no one does ma'am. In Georgia I hear the sun can scorch you...and the grass gets so dry (kinda like mississsippi or alabama in the summer) you walk on it and it turns to dust and sticks to your sweaty feet. I've never been there recently(for a good laugh about my last trip to GA see the blogs from late July), kinda sounds like a personal level of hell to me. Of course then again, you don't believe in that so...how could that be for you? And I never said you were damned. These dreams are what are held for you. Back in Dixieland...don't lookaway. I'm sorry I don't know what you're going through. We haven't talked in a while. Funny how a couple of days can become a while...and a lot can happen in a couple of days...and more can happen in a while.


Hipsters are not this country's problem. They are the world's problem. I would be more detestful of them if at some points I didn't show some of their tendencies. Don't call me emo. I'm not emo. If you saw the music on my computer you'd realize these claims that I'm emo are erroneous. ERRONEOUS! I went to class the other morning. I'm a political science minor and I hate it but I finally found my calling in it. To make others feel stupid for opening their mouths every day. Everyday in class this slick like a candle wick and waxy faced UAH COLLEGE DEMOCRAT boy and his cohorts Bushwack for about 15 minutes of the class. The teacher allows it to happen, it takes up the time and the money paid for classes. I do not agree with it. While I certainly don't support everything that this administration has done I certainly don't think it's worth wasting class to discuss everything bad they've done REPEATEDLY. So I'm in class, where I never say a word. Haven't opened my mouth all semester. Well, that day I went to class on my perscription percocet. Mistake. So kid fuddyduddymothergrabber starts talkin about being a Democrat and how it's just awesome and blah blah blah...just like always...and as soon as he opens his mouth I make the most beautiful fart noise EVER with mine! The whole class turns to look at me....speechless...they move on...fuddyduddymothergrabberbabykiller starts to open his mouth again...and once again....the second most beautiful FART NOISE EVER flies from my mouth. The class turns to me again...and I say "I can do this all day." The teacher then said she wanted to see me after class. So afterward....I explain to her that I'm on percocet and that it won't happen again, and etc....cause well...professors have a way of doing damage to your college credits, etc....and I also told her that I was tired of them just bashing bush for 15 minutes of the class time I pay for...and that I'm not republican (not democrat either....one of those swing voter types) but that I'm just tired of hearing it every damn day... then she hands me a test....she said "this is the best and most coherent test I believe I've read all semester as far as style of writing and flow go. You write beautifully." So I open it up and she liked it so much she gave me a 77. Thanks lady.

My roommate tried to blugeon me to death with a saucepan last night...in a pure emotional fit. I'm not really sure what to think about it. Refer to an earlier post for my initial thoughts on what will happen if said incident or one like it occurs again.

This just in....

I wrote a fantastic update...I mean it was a riot...the best in many many moons. And I went to hit publish...and UAH's internet screwed me over. I mean I was feverishly typing for like 20 minutes straight. Perhaps later I will try to recreate the magic, but it will never be the same to me.

I would die for you, but I won't let you kill me.

If it came down to you and me, to the death....don't count on walking out of it kid. True your guns are young and you swing a crazy saucepan and crack elbows with it....but I'm a whole sight meaner than you kid. And mean can kill crazy, cause mean keeps its senses. So what happens now? I will not forget this bruise. I believe you are done. Any further action will force my hand.













Sidenotes:
1. Frustration
2. I could have burned him alive.
3. Haven't felt this sort of anger since John Gifford turned like a stuffed pig.

...

I think back on yesterday
How simple then
Only black and white
No shades of gray
I look for some
Direction home
Can't find it now
Just doomed to roam
And life can deal
Some sticky hands
Sends some off
To foreign lands
And I was looking
For support
The world is my murderer
My dreams a cohort
And nothing here gives light
To the way
I'm wandering in night
There's paper
And there's ink and text
But where will I
Be going next
I don't know
And where did my
Convictions go
I'm just lost now
In apathy
And I see
I don't know me
Afterall...

I can't really say what I was thinking

Sometimes this little blip on the internet gets ignored. I mean I don't have a life and all, but I still have to do other things like study for tests, write papers, watch tv, etc. --I been real busy.

SO, in taking more responsibility in the work place, Juanita has seen in her infinite wisdom that Kelsey and I should also partake in the interviewing of people for the Conference Assistant position this summer. This process was interesting for a couple of days, but after 7 hours of sitting in 30 minute interview sessions it's gotten a little boring. No one is wowing me anymore. Which leads me to believe that people that have the first interviews are better off because the interviewers are not fatigued from listening to people talk about their leadership skills in regard to every question asked. The worst thing is when people don't understand the question you've asked and you have to rephrase it...makes me feel like an idiot, and definitely makes them look like one too. Anyway, I'm bordering on being non-professional if I discuss this any further.

True, it's been awhile since the last update...so here are a few highlights.

- Rascal Pascal Goldwater, III is the new puppy in the Wilson household, he is a border collie and he's a biter. So don't come around unless you want to feel the pain.
- I've started a novel, but have yet to work on it much as I am still bothering with this whole school thing.
-I'm going to Orlando for Spring Break and I'm really excited about it.
-I will be cooking hot dogs for housing room sign up/bingo night the week after spring break.
-Scott NELSON Royce will be my assistant in the cooking of the dogs.
-Nick saved the laptop from almost certain ruin.
-I am opting to not run Alabama relays this year. I just dont' have the time.
-I am wearing my glasses for 3 more days...afterward I hope to never need glasses again.
-Mader and I just watched the movie "Falling Down" and it was great.
-My research paper on the Scottsboro Rape trials is due March 15th.
-I have a test in PSC 103 on Tuesday (should really get to studying for that)
-Lindsey Connell is a silly silly girl.
-John Gifford eats shit pies for breakfast every morning. I hope he dies and goes to hell. Fuck brotherhood...stupid frat boys.
-no letter from Clare in three months. Awesome...???? NO. I wonder if she's still alive.
-gave up sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll for Lent, Actually I mean carbinated beverages...I only drink water, milk, or juice (juicelike products).
-I hope they don't kill me Wednesday when the operate on my eyes...or blind me.


UAH Housing 7 -Delta Zeta 18....we got killed in intramural softball. I made a catch. I was the first person to bat in the entire game. I had not swung a bat in 3 years. I got a double. Go me. So the double and the catch/making an out in left field are the only contributions I made to the team. I feel I'll be better at softball when I don't have to play in my glasses. It will give me more ability to move without losing the power of sight.

Sidenotes on the softball endeavor:
1. Nick Hensley loves nonconstrictive pants, but wishes there were something to "keep it all together."
2. "Oh so do we have to shake hands with them now or can we just get right to the spitting on them?" -Alison "the Deuce" Wolfsberger (after the game)
3. I think the team should all have blue shirts with white writing that say "HOUSE"
4. "I'm sorry, I can't throw today"- Beth
5. "Oh crap I have to bat now? OH GOD!" - Ashley Campbell
6. Adam Wilson swings for the fences...and often gets them over.
7. Scott NELSON Royce puts them over the fence.
8. John Maxon M.I.A.
9. Megan Beattie...
10. Danielle Treadway with the right-center skillz.
11. Adam Wilson- MVP
12. Lauren Miller is my hero.
13. Kelsey "BESSIMA" England...gives me the advice of the cut off man.
14. Nick Hensley is the best short stop on record.
15. man, there's a lot of guys on that Delta Zeta team..."where's all the chicks?"... Oh wait, those are the chicks...ew. J/K...those girls are so pretty (well, most of them).
16.Christine Sargent provides transportation.
17. David Lazar...fan of the week.
18. Crystal "pinky" Phillips and the charge of the mound...well, she didn't, but someday one of us should charge that Lindley guy...
19. Speakin of Lindley, I thought he did an alright job pitching.
20. I forget what "20" is.




Well, I guess that's about all I have to say at the moment. If I've left anything out...I'm sure I'll post it some other time.