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| Due to a frivolous promise that I must now hold to, I have to update. I promised that I would update after I reached 40 comments, a feat I thought impossible at the time. However if you look in my comments section it is rather easy to see who was behind all this. I did tell myself my updating xanga days were over, all 3 days of them. However I will try to give an adequate update.
I will start with a story from childhood. I like telling these stories cause it seems to bring to mind a more peaceful and simple time. When I lived in the wonderful town of Leavenworth, KS (the first time) I was about 5 years old. I say I was about 5 cause I was really 4 and I turned 5 while I lived there. I remember this so vividly because that birthday was a bitter one. You see in my household we only got 4 birthday parties growing up, birthdays 5,8,13, and 16. Now since I was turning 5, my first big birthday party I was needless to say a tad excited. I couldn’t wait to have all my friends join me at Pepperoni Pals (a restaurant similar to chuckycheese, it went out of business no doubt due to chuckycheese’s dominance in the market for childhood fun with a pizza kick). Birthdays are very important to little kids as it gives a chance to build the Lego and Gi-Joe collections even larger. Well to move on with this story, my best friend when I was five was Matt Porter. Well Matt Porter about a month before my birthday started to develop some type of sickness, this of course didn’t hinder me from hanging out with him. I did pay for it though, when 3 days before the big event I had little red dots all over my body. To my chagrin (not like I knew what chagrin meant when I was five but you get the point) they turned out to be chickenpox. CHICKENPOX… the bane of every little kids existence full of vinegar baths and hot tea. I was pissed, pissed as any five year old could be. I didn’t give a crap and I was going to go to the party no matter what. Well then MAJ Jassey and the mom decided against it. Well that’s about the end, no real moral here just be glad we don’t have to dread chickenpox ever again.
In other news, school is going well. Life is doing alright could be better could be worse. I think things will turn out all right. I shaved my head if you hadn’t noticed from my manly profile pic. Football is about to start and I’m getting rather excited, I should have done a little more off-season work. God be with the hurricane victims family and friends.
A final question, what would be the coolest/most fun job in the world?
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| I will start off with a story. Back in about 1989 I lived in Leavenworth, KS. Now while I didn’t poop in my yard all the time I did love my Tonka trucks. That said, my parents also tired to keep me informed on general life issues, such as what to do in case of a fire. I of course had many questions about this issue, as I thought it to be a very important issue. In response to what I should do if I’m stuck in my room and their was fire in the hallway and I only could get out of the window, my mother responded that I should break the window and jump out (my room was on the second story in a quadplex). I then asked how I was suppose to break my window, my mother again reassuringly responded by saying, just throw your Tonka truck as hard as you could (I had the big kind probably weighed about 20 pounds of solid metal) at the window, it will break and then you get down. I was unsatisfied with the answer to say the least however I stopped my questioning. My mother went downstairs to work on whatever mothers work on when suddenly she hear a loud “thud” with a metallic ring to it. My mom then raced upstairs to see me standing in my room, broken Tonka truck below a very intact window. My mother looked at me and said, “what on earth happened?” I very calmly replied, “…It didn’t work”. My mom, then laughing said, “You’ll be able to do it when there is really a fire honey”. Well I was unsatisfied with that answer also, but I had to give it up so I just decided to forget the whole thing and go on with my 2nd great idea of making a winter scene for my Gi-Joes by dumping a whole thing of baby powder all over my room. Man, I had so many bright ideas when I was a kid.
In other news, I have one more week of driving down to Lindsay, OK Monday through Friday. It has been a good summer but I’m ready to get back to school and see all the friends. Tri-W stuff is going to be fun, mostly going over to Dr. Cragin’s house and having BBQ and pool party. Here is a poll. How much do you think you’ve changed since you’ve been at college on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being totally changed. If there is any of you guys coming to college next year how much do you think you will change? hmm
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| My first really xanga entry. Wow don't I feel special. This will have to fall under the “complain about crappy day” category of xanga posts. I will try to retell this story to the best of my ability however it may not live up to my roommates story telling ability who could tell how he brushed his teeth and it would be the funniest post in the world.
As some of you know I live in Norman this summer and make my daily commute through oil fields and farm land to my Job in Lindsay, OK. As I was driving home trying, trying not to think about all the other things that had made these past day crappy, my car suddenly started swerving everywhere. As I’m trying to regain control of my piece of crap car I see a long black strip of rubber fly away from my tire. As I pulled over to see that my entire tread on my car had come off I noticed a truck backing up the road I was just on. In the midst of me being incredibly pissed off I think that there is some good in this world and this guy wants to see if I’m ok. Well to my chagrin, a man with one arm gets out of his truck and explains to me that my tread cracked his grill, dented his hood, and broke his windshield.
Well dude leaves, I proceed to change my tire on this incline which doesn’t work out as the car slips off the jack and nearly crushes me. (did I mention that it was 100 degrees yesterday) Finally I was on the road traveling 25 back to Norman on my little doughnut spare tire. As I’m traveling up I-35 on the shoulder my spare tire completely blows out. To make an already long story short and after $191, my car spending the night at a tire shop, and waiting for 2 hours this morning I’m finally back at work.
In unrelated news, M. Kelly I do still have your number, and we’ll give you a call. JB… only about 9 months until we take over the world. To everybody else, I’ll see you in 3 weeks. Oh an Mindy is the greatest friend.
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| Hmm.. facebook is way better than xanga i must say. How the crap do you make your xanga look cool? | | |
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