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i saw bree make this little face and i liked it, so there you go.
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i have this married couple friends, jo (girl) and jamie (guy), and they have been in france and morocco for about two and a half years, and they just came home. they were here in augusta last night to have dinner with me and rodger and angela, and they told me they went to london for most of the summer before they came home. "what did you do there?" i queried. jamie says, "i drank beer. oh, and i ate pork." i thought he was kidding, but no that's what he did in london all summer. as we all know, morocco is an arab nation, and alcohol and pork are forbidden, and jamie, as skinny as he is, lost about 20 pounds because he couldn't drink beer. but, he did get some of his beer belly back over the summer (a very little bit of it), and i'm proud of him. and when i came for dinner last night, i brought him some honey brown and killians red. it was so good to see them i almost wet myself.
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so, the other day i nutted up and called a girl. that was huge. and it went very well, so we'll see how that goes.
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right now i feel very un-creative, because i just read the blog of these friends of bri's, and it was real funny and i don't feel funny anymore. so go read their blog. it will make you laugh. O_o

they should call them humor cookies

I just got the funniest fortune cookie ever. It said, and I quote, "smile if you like this fortune cookie." I BUSTED OUT LAUGHING. I showed it to my buddy Mike, and he busted out laughing. And then Banda busted out laughing. It was a good one.

I hate working on Saturdays.

Long live the movie montage

I wish my life went in montages. Firstly I'm assuming that everyone knows what a montage is. You know in a movie where they want to show time passing or a bunch of stuff quickly, they'll play a song and show a lot of different things happening, and you don't hear talking, you just hear the music and see the stuff happening. Well, there's always music playing in my head, so why should my life just be a long montage. It would mostly be slow, sad music, because that just makes me feel better. Probably the song that would be playing: "Skin" by Vigilantes of Love. The song is perfection, and it's mostly about Van Gogh, and it's awesome. If you don't know who VOL is, get into them. It's a band started about 20 years ago by Bill Mallonnee, and after a three or four year hiatus, they are getting back together, and I'm about to pee my pants because they rule. They played this past Friday night in Athens, GA at the 40 Watt (legendary bar, don't even ask, owned by Peter Buck of R.E.M.), and I wanted to go, but none of my friends were excited about it, so whatever. Either that song, or maybe "I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You" by Colin Hay (Garden State Soundtrack). Colin Hay used to sing for Men at Work (you know, they guy with the lazy eye, the song "Who Can It Be Now?")

Anyway, I've been in this mood lately. I know, right? I'm always in a mood. I was sitting in kinship group last night (kinda like Bible study, and yet not), and I was thinking to myself, "I wish I could just put on an invisibility cloak and walk around, not just here at group, but everywhere." I go through these periods where I just don't want to be around anyone, and then a couple of days later I have to get a bunch of people around me so I'll feel better. You know I wish my life WERE a movie. It might make more sense.

Rodger prayed for me and said he felt like I was standing at the side of a rapid with my kayak, watching the water rush by and was too afraid to jump back in again. Probably because of past failures and mistakes and stuff. And wow, did that hit me like a ton of bricks in the chest. My head was swimming, I was coming up with so many ideas of what the river could be (girls, job, life, church, etc.) Oh, and funny story. Earlier I blogged that I had something about me that I felt was my "long nose." I'll recap. Cyrano had the long nose, and I have something about me that I'm embarrassed of, and I call it my Cyrano (but it's not my nose). I know that's confusing but anyway at kinship last night, someone sort of "complimented" the thing that I think is bad. Just out of the blue. Will and I got a good laugh. Sigh. Sometimes I think I'm clinically insane. And sometimes, I'm just hungry. Also, I think maybe I'm a mental hypochondriac. I don't think anything is physically wrong with me, but maybe I have mind cancer. I'm joking.

Before I go, my friend Andrew and I just watched the movie Crash. If you haven't seen it, i DEMAND that you stop whatever you are doing right now and go watch it. Right now I feel like a racist bastard.

Sunday morning...

"sunday morning rain is falling..."

even though, at this point in my life, i DETEST maroon 5, i can still appreciate the fact that they had some good songs. unfortunately, that album represents a weekend that i would looooooovve to forget, and so, i can't listen to it anymore. i sold my copy to a cd store. ah well.

so, i got off of work at three yesterday, went home, showered, put on fresh garments, etc, etc, went to a sports bar to watch about three hours of a football game that nearly gave me a heart attack. why do i do this? i don't know. we didn't blow them away like we should have, we actually barely won. i'm sitting in a room full of grown men and women, with 12 different football games on, and i'm screaming. AT THE TV. nachos, beer, and yelling. i've come to the conclusion that we men are silly. we are silly men and we do silly things. but we have fun. unless we are losing. then we are just spending money.

new roommate has moved in, finally. he's already been more fun in 2 days than the old one was in four months. so, good times for the hotel. (the hotel is the name of our house...sweet, eh?)

a quick note on phone messages before i go. why do people get so uptight about leaving a message. "hey, i called you earlier." "did you leave a message?" "no...it wasn't imp-" "WELL if you didn't leave a message then why would i call you back?!" "because it wasn't imp-" "I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE DON'T LEAVE MESSAGES!!" "ok." i've had this conversation many times, in many varying forms. virginia and i have this conversation a lot, but she just likes to pick on me. she doesn't get upset like SOME people do. so, attention universe: i may call you, and if it's not important and you don't answer, i'm not gonna leave a message. if i'm calling you to ride to the grocery store, i'm not gonna leave a message. if i'm calling you to go on a date, i probably will leave a message. i make no apologies, and i will not change, so NYAH!

i think i'm going to start saying the word "ruddy." you know, the way british people use it. kinda the way they say "bloody," but instead it's "ruddy." but i'll wait til the next post so i don't weird anybody out.

oh, and hey meredith! :)

Dawgs vs. Cocks today...

5:30 kickoff. spurrier is gonna get his @$$ handed to him. that's ALL i'm gonna say.

Fung Schway

I know that's not how you really spell it.

So, we kicked my roommate out. It was awesome. Not really. But he's gone. And our buddy Michael (that's Sergeant Michael to you) is moving in. Only right now, he's at PLDC (sergeant training) at Ft. Benning, so his girlfriend and my homey Hazel has been moving him in and setting his room up. And that got me realizing. I've been in my house since May 20! It's high time I changed my furniture around in my bedroom! So I did that last night. It was an undertaking to be sure. I have to do it every four or five months, just to keep stuff fresh. And it has to look awesome, and it doesn't necessarily have to be practical (i was about to put my couch diagonally in the middle of the room). So but I got it done basically. It looks pretty good. It'll do. But Hazel and VAKing are right...I have a LOT of stuff. Good thing my bedroom is huge.

You know, I'm a jerk. I realized that I don't read and post on other blogs NEARLY as much as anybody else. So I'm gonna work on that. I promise. I am reading you guys' stuff. I swear.

I got my plane ticket. Will and Sarah, I love you. I'm flying out of BIRMINGHAM to save $100 dollars. I'm also having my wisdom teeth out in two weeks. YIKES. I hate needles. Needles and snakes. Somebody mentioned needles and snakes in the same sentence the other day. My brain imploded, I freaked out so bad. (That's why this post is so stupid)

Um, watch the movie American Splendor. You won't regret it. Also, I'm currently reading some awesome comic books. New Avengers is awesome.

The Georgia Bulldogs kick off their season today in Athens against Boise State. GGGGo Dawgs.

Oh Bri, guess what? I watched one of my videos from the Creek last week. It was awesome. I was helping a buddy set up his camera and computer and we ended up talking about it and I showed it to him. It made me think of you. And yeah, I probably do owe you money. What's $10 with five years interest?

liberate te ex texas

"save yourself from texas"

i have to fly to texas next month, and i can't afford it. i think i'll drive. hmm. NOW i wish i wasn't in this wedding, but oh well. and i've got to rent a tux. and i've got to have my wisdom teeth out. and i owe about 6 people money. well, 2. but it might as well be 100.

and...i need a haircut.

dangit

(1)i HATE it when friends start a conversation, and then decide they don't want to have it, and try to ignore the fact that they started it :)

(2)if anyone has any (or knows anyone that has any) original issues of GI Joe made by Marvel Comics, let me know. i'm on the prowl.

(3)my friend virginia just got back from 10 days in peru. my friend conor is leaving thursday for jerusalem for three months. oh, and DOTTIE left and moved back to freaking CAIRO, EGYPT and did NOT call to say GOODBYE. i hope you have jet lag (we missed you in kinship). i hang out with world travelers, yo.

(4)hunting season starts october 22, and i am excited. now, THERE is a news flash for some of you. i live in the south. i am NOT a redneck, i hate country music, and i don't dip or chew or anything. i listen to indie and hardcore and hip hop, i like coffee houses and i don't wear shoes unless i have to, i don't EVER wear cowboy boots, thank God (haha amanda), i have stickers on my hatchback car...yes all this, and i hunt deer. i'm sorry if that skewers some of your opinion of me. in self defense, i hunt for the food, not for the sport, and we even give some to homeless groups, but i make no excuse. i enjoy it. i'm also playing golf on saturday. mwaaahahahaha!

(5)"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world." -c.s. lewis

Sounds Familyre

this is a downer post.

i spend a lot of time daydreaming. sometimes it's about silly stuff like g.i. joe and astronauts and stuff. sometimes it's more about life, like girls and marriage, and friends and family, and about leaving. tonight i was driving across town and started daydreaming about leaving. just, you know, going away. going to colorado, to a town i don't know with faceless people in it, who don't know me and whom i don't know. just being there in the perfect colorado weather, free and quiet and living. very still. no history.

it exploded in me this intense sadness that i don't understand. and i welled in me a consuming desire, but for what, i don't know. i don't want to leave, or be alone. but all of the sudden i can't shake it.

maybe it's just a desire to be out there and doing something cool. maybe it's a desire to not have anyone know anything about you, to be the "mystery." maybe it's a desire to try out a different name. pj, perhaps? who knows. it was very bizarre and it is still holding effect over me at this very moment, when i should be in bed.

you know, my mother is sad. not to say that she is a sad kind of person. she herself is just sad. i visited her yesterday, and she just cried and cried. she asked me a question that almost knocked me over. "do you have any idea what it would feel like to go just SEVEN days without physical contact of any kind?" she said that if she didn't get to hold and kiss her granddaughter (my neice), that she would never come in contact with anybody. my mom lives alone. she's had three shitty husbands and absentee friends. i live far away and my brother and sister-in-law are busy people, and are not much in the way of affection. my friends here give me grief when i go to see her, because it takes away time in which i could be hanging out. they hardly ever visit their parents (some of them are on the west coast), and it just doesn't make sense to them. my mom drives me nuts sometimes, but in my opinion, she is the absolute definition of love.

so, if anyone knows any nice, independently wealthy, late-50's/early 60's single men out there, let me know. (i'm kidding. do not contact me with this information.)

on another note (g flat, perhaps), i keep listening to more sufjan stevens. it is incredibly unbelievable how good "simple music" can be. it's mindblowing to be sure.

Mind Poop

I am so tired. And so hot. And so drained. It is HOOOTTTTTT down here. And I'm working outside in it every day. And I have a HORRIBLE sock line.

Also, my hair is getting really long and I'm growing a mustache. I'm not trying to be cool or anything. Actually I'm just trying to be funny and get a reaction out of people. It looks REALLY bad, especially since I can't really grow facial hair, so it looks even sillier.

OOHH!! 'THE SPY WHO LOVED ME' IS ON TV RIGHT NOW!

Anyway. So, I have finally realized what kind of dork I am. Everybody has some kind of dork in them. My roommate Sean likes Sci-Fi tv shows (bad ones) and plays computer video games like "Warlords Battlecry II" and "Dawn Destroyer." Actually I made that second one up but it sounds pretty cool. I'm going to have to use that somewhere. I'm picturing a new hair metal band...

So, everybody has something they nerd out with. Up until now I assumed I was free of this, but sadly no. I had forgotten this passion for a while but a coworker recently brought it out in me again. Here it is: I love comic books. I LOVE comic books. I've never really been a collector. In fact, the only one I've ever "collected" is GI Joe. I've loved GI Joe since a was a little boy (that's a long time), and I've got about half of the original 155 Marvel issues. So I was talking about it with my friend Monty at work, and he really REALLY loves comic books. He is an uber dork when it comes to that. He's totally normal when he's not on comic books, but he SUBSCRIBES to about 40 different ones. So, yeah, he's got me reading some and I realized that I want to get back into them, so I am. New Avengers, Wolverine, Ultimate Fantastic Four (complete with zombies), Green Lantern, Superman and Batman, and of course, GI Joe. Judge me if you want, but you all dork out at something, and it's not like I go to conventions or anything.

New topic.
Question: I don't date this girl anymore, and I don't want to have anything to do with her. But she still wants to be friends. I don't want to call her and TELL her to quit trying to call me-

WATCH OUT BEHIND YOU, BOND!! Oh that car is so cool.

-because then I would have to talk to her. Should I send her anthrax? No? It's driving me crazy! As of an hour ago, SEVEN calls in 10 days. AND she just tried to IM me. I'm like, "catch on faster!"

OK well...I guess anthrax would not be good. Or legal.

The 40-Year-Old-Virgin is out this weekend. Everybody go see it. Also, unless you suffer from complete paralysis and stupidity from the brain down, you should already have the new Nickel Creek album, "Why Should the Fire Die?" I hated it on the first listen, and I've loved it ever since. New Switchfoot and P.O.D. albums out soon, and if you are not already a fan of Sufjan Stevens, I'm going to send Will 'to pound you on the head with a tack hammer because you are a RE-tard.' (that was from Tommy Boy)