Once again, a long time since my last post. Which Whitney has reminded me on more than on occasion. lol.
I had 3 tests today. Yeah, that sucked. Want to know what made it worse? ..............
I thought I only had 2.
So I get to my first class, Religious Philosophy and ask the girl I always sit by when our next test is. (I missed Tuesday and Thursdays classes.) "It's today silly." By the look of utter horror on my face she guessed correctly that I hadn't known about it. She gave me her notes and I glanced over them quickly. (We have 3 books for that class. I hadn't bought the last book yet, which is the one our test would be coming out of. Actually...I haven't been to that class to learn anything on the chapters we were testing over.) Luckily I have a semi-photographic memory. By semi, I mean I can remember almost everything I see but only for a short period of time. Hours at the most. I then borrowed her book and skimmed the 2 chapters in 7 minutes. There are 2 parts to our test and the professor had the first part graded before we finished with the second. Tosha (the girl I sit next to) and I came back later to find out what our total scores were. Yay me! I made a higher grade than she did. An 89 compared to her 83. Needless to say that made her mad. But only for a little bit. Then she thought it was funny.
You know...the entire incident with Tosha made me realize something. In every class I'm in I pick a girl to sit next to, talk to her and make friends, then if I miss a day or miss taking notes, I simply copy them from her. That may sound...like something a jerk would do. It's just something I automatically do to ensure safety. I never even realized I did it. Lets see....there's Tosha and Jessica in my Religious Philosophy (Jessica btw, I would not mind asking out, but as always utterly terrified to ask.) Lauren in my Literature class (very sweet, went to private school and goes to church every Sun. and Wed.) and then there's a girl in my Music Appreciation course and I don't know her name. All I know is she plays soccer at the college, recently had surgery on her knee and wants to go with me to a concert. (Orchestral concert at OU, not a rock concert.) I need to find out her name. lol.
I suppose I do that because I don't trust guys to pay attention or take good notes in class. Find the girl that takes good notes and make friends with her. That always works out.

It's been a long time since my post so I'll try to remember everything that occurred since then. (Yeah right.) We had a little drinking party again this past weekend. Fun! Well...there was one atrocious incident that was grounds for a fight and nearly created an emormous rift in friendhips. They. Hid. My. Everclear. That's right, they hid it from me! Can you believe that? How inhumane and monstrous are my friends you ask?! They waited until the next morning to show me where it was! Oh well. I won't let them do it again.
It was a fun event. Jacob lost the feeling in his legs and a new addition to the group, Aaron, actually drank with us as well, which was very shocking. Kyle locked himself in the doggy pin. (With the dog, mind you.) Then proceeded to tell us he had to go to Spencers (grocery store where most of us work) and get his stuff out of the meat freezer. (He works in the meat department). However, he never said what his "stuff" was and the fact that the store was already closed didn't seem to shake him. His girlfriend Danni ended up giving me the keys to his truck and he was forced to stay there and sober up.The night was so full of drama!
A few days ago my puppy, Lilly, became very ill with parvo. A very deadly disease for puppys. She had a 75% chance of living if they started the treatments which were $530. Needless to say she's still alive and I'm gonna have to hold off getting a new exhaust system put on my truck. The entire ordeal brought back some sad memories for my mom as well.
My dad was in Desert Storm back in 1991-92 and during that time my dog, White Paws, was hit by a car and paralyzed. She spent $3,000 dollars on operations to keep him alive and attempt to fix his spine. We kept him for a few weeks and tried rehabilitating him. We attempted to build a little support with weels to help him get around. Needless to say all attempts failed and one day while I was at school, his legs started bleeding from dragging them across concrete outside. My mom had to take him to the vet to be put to sleep. But, she couldn't do it. She had to call her sister, my aunt Rhonda, to come with her. She took him inside, wrapped up in a blanket and crying her eyes out. She told my aunt she couldn't do it and my aunt told her to go sit in the car, she would tell the vet. My mom sat out in the car crying for several minutes before my aunt came back out and told her she needed her to sign the check. When it was finally over and done and they went home, it was nearly time for me to get out of school. I didn't know what my mom had gone through and at the time probably wouldn't have understood why she felt that way. I mean, it was my dog that died after all. But in reality, it wasn't just my dog. It was mine and my dads. When she broke the news to me I cried for an eternity. I've lost 3 dogs to car accidents. One happened right infront of me while I was playing G.I. Joes. Not 20 feet away from the mud puddle I was using as a lake.She then had to write a letter to my dad in the Gulf and explain what happened. I suppose I just wanted to relay how strong my mom is. And that's not even half of what she went through while my dad was at war.
After the puppy situation, she became extremely ill. I don't remember the details, but I remember she had internal bleedig and nearly died. She was hospitalized for several weeks. In the meantime I stayed with my grandparents. My dad tried to get clearance to come home, but it never went through. I can honestly say that was the worst year of my life. I lost my dad (if only for a year. I didn't know that. I thought he could die), my dog, nearly lost my mom and my grandpa died at the end of the year, shortly after my dad got back. I don't particularly know why I'm writing about this. I think it may have come up in a discussion at some point, but because of the recent drinking of Everclear, I can not remember. I do know that I had supressed the memories and in some ways it feels good to have them back. It makes me realize what may happen when my dad once again goes to the Persian Gulf. And that this time I'm in a better position to help. Either by staying here or going there. I haven't made up my mind yet. (Don't get mad Whit.)

I'm home! : ) And Lilly crapped all over the floor! X \

I'M NOT AN ALCHOHOLIC I PROMISE!!

List of things I like:

reading
writing
drawing
Role Playing
kissing
flirting
fun
dangerous fun
rock climbing
martial arts
martial arts
martial arts
poetry
love
romance
everclear
vodka
tequilla
rum
whiskey
burbon
brandy
drinking
being drunk
::gets over the alchohol craving::
friends
art
being the good guy
making others feel good about themselves
being loved, liked, crushed on
being a friend
honesty
openess
God
America
Music
drinking
drinking
::oops::
flirting
dancing

Well...test taken. lol. I think I did pretty good though. Nothing caught me off guard and I was able to answer every question with certainty. Well...every question but 3. lol. The essay questions were difficult though. Now I have one boring class ahead and a class where I'm the only one who wants to be there. It so much fun!
Side note: My dad got new equipment from the National Guard today. : ( [A few of you might know why that makes me sad.]
I know Whitney will hate me for this, but I'm going to talk with an Army recruiter this week. Don't kill me Whit...I haven't signed anything yet and I still don't know if I'm going to do it. My asthema might still keep me out of the military, I'm not sure yet. I have 45 minutes until I have to leave for my next class, so I think I'm going to make a list of things I like and things I hate. It looked like fun when Whitney did it. You know...I'd love to see Kyle make a list of things he likes and hates. [ Insert Joke here ]

I hate being sick. It sucks. Not only am I sick, but I have a test today that I have had little time to study for. Okay...I've had PLENTY of time to study for, I just haven't. Garrett let me borrow his DBZ collection. The Japanese version mind you. I must say Garrett I like them much more. Oh...and thanks for giving me another excuse not to study. >.< It is now approximately 34 minutes before I have to take that test so I'll be leaving now to study as much as I can and convince myself I studied enough. Yay!

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
~ William Ernest Henley

I rather like that poem. It gives me comfort when there seems to be none. I think of that last stanza often.
I never really considered writing down my thoughts on a webpage, but a friend of mine sent me hers and I decided I had some things to say too. LOL. Thank you Whitney.
Anyone that happens to read this or the few people I might send it to will find I think a lot more than I speak. Those thoughts are going to be put to words finally.