Monday, March 4, 2013


There has not been that much going on in my life lately. I have just been trying to survive college and everything. I went home this weekend to see my mum and dad, and grandma now that she lives with my parents. I guess I do owe you all a reasoning as to why my grandma is living with my parents.

But right now I honestly do not feel like going into it. I only got n here for a little bit before I went to sleep, for what reason I do not even remember any more. I got The Bible, some new series from The History Channel, playing in the background for me to go to sleep to. This should be entertaining. A bunch of self loathing people who hate me selves fr being human. Ahhh Christianity!

Again I am not going into something. I really need to quit giving y'all soft leads and then follow us with nothing. Sorry that is just some of my journalistic spew from work. I am becoming amply tired so goodnight.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013


I know that it has been a while, months actually, since I last wrote anything. As I wrote last time I had gotten a job. Then I got another job shortly after that. The two jobs, as well as being an ass hole and running for the position of president of my residence hall's hall council (I know that sounds weird), simply because I thought that the other guy who was running was a dick and I wanted to be a pain in his ass, and actually winning. All of that has given me little time to do anything, oh yeah and school work as well.

On top of all of that... I have been having some personal things going on since the end of last semester, which I am not ready to write about yet. Maybe this summer I will write a series about it. Or I could possibly publish my own personal journal entries from this challenging time. I do not know, I will have to think about it all. Either way, I will not be going further into it here as of now.

What I am trying to say is that I know that I have been a horrible whatever exactly I am here. I must apologize. Here it is, I am sorry. Good. Everyone is happy. None the less, I am still alive and trying to think of things to write in the future, but I figured that y'all would not like me to go on about the intricately boring details of my life as of yet. WORK! Sums it up in one word.

Enough for now, Ironman is playing on television, and I am beginning to get distracted.


Wednesday, September 5, 2012

I'm not dead, although at the moment I wish I was.

First and foremost, I need to apologize to the few of you who may by chance actually be regular readers. Since I finished up the Two Gay Roommates series, I have been a little lazy. Well actually, I haven’t been lazy I have just been busy.

The day after the series rapped up I moved back to college, and started classes the following Monday. Since then, I’ve been weighed down by the hustle and bustle of it all. On top of that, I have also been searching for a job. Now, as of today, I no longer am looking for a job. I got a job offer! YAY! NO MORE UNEMPLOYMENT!

As I sit here now, typing away, coverage of the 2012 Democratic National Convention plays on my television. If you have not already figured it out, I am a liberal especially on social issues. Since Ron Paul dropped out of the Republican race, I have pretty much had my mind made up for which I will be voting. However, wanting to be an informed voter, I did force myself to watch the Republican National Convention last week.

It was hard to watch, I guess I am not a bigot. About the only thing, that I found solace in was the fact that I was watching the convention on MSNBC. I will be the first to admit MSNBC’s bias in favor of the liberal left. To be as fair as I can possibly be—and partly to appease my very conservative father—I am now watching the DNC on Fox News.

These nut jobs are forcing me to drink. They seriously are crazy. I don’t know what exactly I was expecting, seeing as how last week I got to see their viewer base. I was disgusted by their base’s anti-abortion, hypocrisy concerning the middle class and poor and their blatant ‘Christian’ values, and a few other things that I have forgotten because of the first sentence. Oh yeah, gay-marriage. It is odd that as a candidate they will try to argue that their (his) Mormon faith will not affect his judgments as a Commander-in-Chief and President of the United States. However, Dude! Your entire social platform (regarding two of your parties most prominent social issues mentioned above) is based on your faith. ‘Faith is not going to affect my decisions…My faith tells me all lives are sacred including those of an unborn fetus and marriage is as defined in the Bible as between a man and a women.’

I am not even saying this because he is a Mormon. I honestly do not know enough about their beliefs to make an informed statement on it. I know they wear special underwear. I don’t have any clue as to why. Whatever! It is just hypocritical, blatantly lying.

Alright, I have gotten to the point in the night where I realize that I need to shut up and wrap this thing up. Bill Clinton, or someone else pretty important, is about to speak. Fox News is doing a wonderful job of covering everything, except the actual friggin’ convention. SHUT UP HANNITY! Apparently he thinks the louder he talks, the more right he is. Screw it, I’m going to CNN.  Ahhhhhhhh. Peace.

Friday, August 17, 2012

The Case of the Two Gay Roommates Part XII: The one with the end.

Since before this story began, I had a subtle desire for my family. After winter break though, my subtle desire had turned to deep longing. The only real thing that had kept me from transferring schools was knowing that at least I had my best friend, Zach, in Savannah. The demise of our friendship was the final straw, cementing my decision to transfer schools. For the most part, following the soda bottle incident, Zach and I had gotten along. We did not speak to one another, which helped out a lot. I will not lie and say everything was peachy, there was a decent amount of tension; the same as if you forced Obi-Wan and Darth Vader to live together. However, I was determined to keep the peace my last few months in Savannah. On virtually every occasion that a problem did arise, I took the high road. I refused to put my friends in the middle of our feud and allow them to be pawn in our game, as Zach and Carson had. I knew that is what would happen if I retaliated. Our de facto arrangement of universal indifference toward one another and my Gandhi-like nature worked brilliantly. There was less than a week left in the school year, I only had one final in Statistics, and an oral presentation for my Spanish class left. The rest of my classes had already had their finals, and by Tuesday I would be finished with this year from hell. After the year I had, I decided that I wanted to go out with a bang; one last celebration of the good times, before I left Savannah for good. Posting about this exodus on a Facebook countdown till I left had caused me some problems. I only had six more days left and I posted a status celebrating this and saying, “I want to go out with a bang.” When Carson saw this status—via a minion he had created for Farmville since I had blocked both Zach and him—he took it literal and freaked. He and Zach reported my misread terroristic threat to housing and subsequently I was reported to University Police. It was their last diabolical attempt to screw me, before I was freed from my own personal hell. I had already talked to two UPD officers the morning of my Statistics final, when they woke me to make sure I was not going to go homicidal. Then met with the Director of Housing after my final, during which I refused to promise him not to harm myself, anyone else, or their property. Because of this refusal, he wanted me to speak with the Chief of Police the next day.

In the morning, I woke well rested, even though I barely slept. I had my usual feeling of dread at first, but then remembered that the cause of my dread no longer lived under the same roof. When Zach and Carson had reported me to Housing, they were forced to move out—for their protection. There was no one left to cause me strife, and a state of bliss fell over me like I had not felt in almost a year. The ecstasy was short lived, as I remembered what lay ahead of me today. In my sheer delight of having inadvertently rid my apartment of the gruesome twosome, I had absentmindedly forgot about my Spanish oral presentation that day and scheduled to meet with the University Police Chief during the allotted time for our class to meet. I had made the decision to go to my Spanish class, my grades were more important than that crap, and hoped that the Chief understood.

Friday, August 10, 2012

The Case of the Two Gay Roommates Part XI: The one with the status

The argument that we had about the empty bottle of soda was the last time either of us said a word to the other. Unless you count the time, I walked in the front door and accidentally pinned him behind it. I said, “My bad,” I guess technically that was the last time I ever spoke to him. Everything was going well though. John, Laura, Morgan, and I were closer than ever following Zach and Molly’s betrayal after the soda bottle incident. I had said most of what they accused me of, but it was all misconstrued to make me look like an evil monster. I could have retaliated, but I was not going to turn my friends into pawns of our game. I had previously borrowed Zach’s car to get my medicine, but since the fall out Hunter and John had been assuming the responsibility. I was thankful, but mostly I enjoyed the opportunity to get out of the apartment, and away from them. I still miss Zach, but with the combined force of John and Hunter, it was rare.

When I was leaving the hospital at the end of winter break, I had first thought about transferring schools. I wanted to be somewhere closer to home, closer to my family. Once I got back to Savannah and everything settled down, I was not so sure that I still wanted to leave. Yes, I still missed my family but at least in Savannah I had Zach, which at the time was close enough to family. Then we had our argument about the joke and I really started thinking hard about leaving. I started looking into schools closer to home, talking more to my parents about it, talking to John and Hunter about it; but still I was not certain. I did not want to make a rash decision that would affect the rest of my life. It was not easy by any means; Savannah was a home to me, Armstrong was a refuge, and my friends were like family. I was not certain I could leave all that behind. However, I could not make this decision because I was uncomfortable with change; I had to make this decision for me. Finally, after a while, I made up my mind. I could not stay any longer, my desire to be around my family far outweighed my fear of change. Late one night in April, I finally did it, I applied to the University of West Georgia. I still was uncertain, but I had to, the time had come for me to leave Savannah.