Oh Yes I Did

I have recently noticed that I have a bit of a sinus congestion issue. Of course, who does not have sinus issues in South Louisiana? Anyway, with these problems comes....what's a good way to say it....drainage.

I have never been good at spitting. I just never have enough spit, apparently. Even if I have such drainage, I have about a 50% success rate on getting the job done.

After the rainstorm, I was driving back towards campus. I felt the urge to eliminate some of this drainage from my throat. I don't know what made me think that I could do this without flaw, but I tried it anyway. While driving, I decided to roll down my window and hock one out. I felt something nice and wet on my face. Immediately I think, "Ooh...I think this one failed too." I wipped my face, and it was nothing more than a little saliva. No big deal.

I parked, at school, came into the library, and wrote the previous post. After that, I made a quick pass by McDonald's to eat a bite before my class at 18:30. I decided to sit inside and eat because I had plenty of time.

After leaving McDonald's, I still had plenty of time before class. I didn't have anywhere to go, so I went to Albertsons because it was close. Also, I guess partly because I'm a dork.

While washing my hands in the bathroom, I do the same thing that everyone else does....I check myself out in the mirror. I started to examine my rain jacket. It did an excellent job, and it's bright red, one of my favorite colors. Then, I do a double-take. What's that on my left shoulder? Phlegm! Yes Phlegm! I had been walking around in front of tons of people with this mass of nastiness on my shoulder. Of course I was embarrassed, but I bursted out laughing alone in the bathroom. (Which could be a new complex situation of embarrassment, but no stories there.)

Moral of the Story: If you think you will fail, don't even try.

Long Time No See!

I know...I know. I haven't posted in a decade or something. I'll fill you in. I moved back to Crow-town "temporarily." I think I've been back 2-3 weeks. I'm not quite sure. All I know is that it has already been too long.

On my break between the summer and fall semesters, I worked 190 hours in 3 weeks. Most of my days worked were consecutive. All I did was eat, work, and sleep. Although, it was nice to be away from my temporary home.

Since I am back in Crowley, I don't have internet access anymore. I disconnected the phone line when I moved out. I live so far out in the sticks that our only available connection is dial up. I'm not about to reconnect a phone line because it would be pointless.

Right now, I'm on campus, and I am soaked. After leaving my previous class, I walked through water that reached my KNEES! Yes, my KNEES! I think the water came down so fast that it didn't have anywhere to go. Well...That, and UL's less than adequate drainage system.

My classes seem ok so far. Not going to be too difficult of a semester. I guess the most difficult thing will be tolerating the sorority-type chicks that make up most of the school of nursing.

Let me think....No....I really haven't been up to much else. Now that I'm back around people, I'm sure I'll have stories to tell.

Entrepreneur Dies

Meeeooooowww!

This is how we get to have fun during the summer semester. I have to admit, I am not a cat lover. When this cat was let out of the bag, she was in this position. I couldn't help but laugh. Yeah, I know it's horrible, but I think it goes way back to high school.

A friend and I used to ride around Crow-town. I remember one specific day, there was a yellow cat on the road that had obviously ran out of its nine lives. She rolled down the window and made a long, drawn out "Meow." I don't know why, but it cracked me up. So, now I'm cursed when I look at the disected cats because I think of them having that expression.

All in all, I guess it's better than most of the girls freaking out over the smell of formaldehyde. I hate to see when they become nurses and have to clean up vomit and poo.

I just looked at my previous post and remembered that this all occured on the same day my bike was stolen. The evil spirits that made me chuckle may have caused my bike to get stolen as well. Hmmm.....

Nah!

Chaps My Butt

Just after I turned off my alarm this morning, Katie called. I am glad that I was already awake. We talked, while I ate breakfast and got ready for class. It was something different from the daily routine, and I enjoyed it.

I rode my bike to class, same as always. I parked it on a bike rack closer to the building that I am in. I usually park it a little farther because I don't like riding my bike through crowds of people. I find it annoying when someone, on a bike, is two inches behind me.

I get out of class, and I don't see my bike. Right away, I begin to second guess myself. "Did I really park it on this side of the library?" So, I walk to the other side, my normal parking spot. "Not here either!"

Now before you think it, yes, I locked it up. Really, how stupid do you think I am? Apparently, most people must think I am a complete moron because that is the first question I have been getting asked. I guess people are suprised that I can dress myself and keep the droll on the inside of my mouth. Of course I locked up my bike. I don't live in freakin Mayberry.

I went ahead and filed a police report. I know nothing will come of it, but "just incase." You never know when something is going to come up, or the pawn shop may magically have my bike.
So, now I'm on foot. I have my car, but I'm staying so close to campus that driving is useless. I can drive and park in a parking lot that is 3 blocks closer to campus from where I live. Oh, and I can pay $1.00 to park, plus $0.25 per hour. Hmm....I think not.

Some thugs just moved in downstairs. I guess my car is next to be stolen. Accords seem to round out every Top 10 Stolen Car Lists that I have seen. The bright side is my car has insurance.

Now I'm home, and I'm working on bringing down my hypertension. I'll pass the collection plate for donations.

Human Anatomy & Physiology

1st and 2nd Test = A

Now what? [That was with attitude]

Independence Day

Happy Fourth of July Everyone! I hope that all you fellow American's enjoyed celebrating our independence day. I spent mine with the family. It's one of those days of obligation. I was hoping that I would have had to work, but I couldn't get out of it that easy. I think my family gets more wacked everytime I see them. Lawzy!

Say that 3 times fast

It has been forever and a day since I have posted, but I have just (within the last few seconds) come across the longest word in the English Dictionary, while studying for Anatomy and Physiology. Are you ready for it? Here it is:

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

The definition: a lung disease caused by the inhalation of very fine silica dust, mostly found in volcanos.

It was originally postulated by Everett M. Smith, simply to serve as the longest English word, but has been used in several sources as an approximation of its originally intended definition. The plural of this word, pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconioses, which is equally long.

Hello

Hi! I am 5 months old today. Where's my treat?

YUCKY

I am not usually a Community Coffee drinker because I support my hometown boys. However, I decided to try it this time because a saw this chocolate flavor, and I thought it would be pretty good. Wrong! It is not good. Maybe I have to develop a taste for it, or maybe not. I can barely even tell that it is coffee. I am not a fan.

Let me know if you want to come over for a cup of coffee. You may like it, and if you don't, well, then you know not to buy any. I need help getting rid of it.

Mello Joy will be my next purchase. Stick with old faithful.

June 1: Hurricane Season Begins

Still today, we are living in the devistation of Hurricane Katrina, the only hurricane last year. It seems like before we can turn around, another active season is upon us. The predictions seem pretty bad, but I can only pray that it will not ruin too many lives.

With that, Happy Hurricane Season 2006! If you are in a low-lying area, I hope that you have learned how to EVACUATE. Take everything you need, who knows what you're going to come back to. I don't live far from the coast either. I wish everyone the best.

Waiting...

Ryan Reynolds, Anna Faris, Justin Long and Luis Guzmán are just a few of the random employees at a Bennigan's-like restaurant (called Shenanigan's), killing time before their real lives get started. But while they wait, they'll have to deal with picky customers who want their steak cooked to order and enthusiastic managers who want to build the perfect wait staff. Luckily, these employees have effective revenge tactics.

Tonight, I watched Waiting...I thought it was just OK. Having spent too much of my life in the same situation, I thought this movie was a little more tame than the actual restaurant life. The movie took a much slower pace than reality, and it was so quiet. A real restaurant is noisy, very noisy. Although, I'm sure it is more quiet for the public's viewing pleasure, and that it is filmed in a slower pace because it would be hard to follow if it were in real time.

Of course, there were several situations that were not covered in this film. No one was stiffed, only small tips. Small tips are a classic sign that you are working at a Bennigan's like restaurant, anyway. There were no Canadians (408s), Pentecostals, large parties, sex in the cooler, running side work, screaming multiple managers, screaming people on the line thinking that they have power, diva waitresses, and no one was in the weeds. I have to give credit because everything that it touched on, does happen, except for the "alpha sprouts." I'm so sure that you could put that on someone's plate without them noticing.

Overall, as I said before, the movie was OK. It could have been so much better. They should have contacted me.

Thought I'd Share

Cypress and I hung out together on one of her last days in Lafayette. We decided to take a walk downtown from her apartment. It was so freaking hot, but still a beautiful day nonetheless. She's sporting her new satchel that she sewed herself in this picture. She had to have one because she can't exactly carry a purse on her, with her horse-paking job in California.

Last Saturday night, we celebrated Stephanie's graduation at the Blue Moon. In this picture is John (left), Cypress (middle), and Stephanie (right). I'm not sure why everyone is looking in the same direction. Later when they saw the picture, they didn't even know. Go figure! Stephanie is leaving next month to move to Honduras.

Amber also graduated on Saturday. We took this picture right after we hit up the table with all the free food. I'm sure you can figure out who is who in this picture. Cypress is already in California. Amber is moving to Tennessee in August. This is probably the last time we'll be together at the same time. I think everyone is leaving me behind.

Cypress and I, pictured here, on the dancefloor at the Blue Moon. That was a fun night. I miss that girl.

Freedom!

Well, it is official. I am out of my parents house, for the summer. The reason I say, "for the summer" is because it is temporary. Beth is gone for the summer, and she didn't want her apartment to be empty. So here I am!

It will be nice, not only for the privacy, but for the location. I love this area, and I can ride my bike to school all summer. That will save a ton on gas. I'm so excited.

Hopefully, by the time Beth returns, I will have found another place in the city to stay. Then I'll never have to go back to Ebenezer.

Ahh...it'll be a great summer.

What? Again?

Have you ever waken up in the morning, and you knew that you had to do something that was going to be very painful? Well, today was that day for me.

We had another family gathering. There was no special occasion. My family just decides to get together because it is so much fun. We are such a close family with so much love. Can you see why I think it's painful?

Of course, my biological brother was present. Biology is our only connection, at this point. He stuck out his hand, to shake mine, when he arrived. I hesitated, but I decided not to be obviously hateful and shook his hand. Then, I got up out of my chair and avoided him for the rest of the day.

Then, I had to hear stories about my two little cousins, from their mom. Whew...I will not get into it right now. There are some strange family dynamics going on in that house. They ain't right.

My name is Kevin, and I played football in high school. Now, I'm a 30 year old mailman that lives at home with my momma.

As you well know, yesterday was Mother's Day, and that usually brings about a family gathering. During the get-together at our house, the subject of school and grades came up. Of course, the person inquiring about grades was my lovable brother.

He asked how my grades were for the semester. I am not ashamed in the least. I said, "I have all A's." His response: "Well, you sure try a lot harder now that you gotta pay for it." I am immediately ticked off. I know exactly what he was implying, and I won't keep my mouth shut around him like I have done for so many years. I said, "'Now that I gotta pay for it?' Who the F _ _ _ you think paid for it before?"

I am still furious at his remark. This evening, I asked mom if she had heard him make that comment. She said, "yes," and cocked a grin. A grin that meant: "You know how Kevin is."

I said, "Well, it isn't over; I'm going to bring it up again." She looked up at me, and I asked her, "Why do you think he said that?" She replied, "Apparently he thinks that we paid for everything when you were in school before."

Leave it to that lazy, fat, dumb, excuse for a human being, to sling around accusations. The boy has no clue. My entire college career, no one paid for me, except for me. Sure, I had TOPS. Who earned TOPS? Me. I had an apartment, a vehicle (several actually), utilities, phones, books, tuition, an appetite, and no one supported that other than me. I feel like I can't express the extent of the matter to which I am pissed off.

I think that this just shows that FLUF is jealous. Up until my second semester at UL, he would try to tell me to quit school each and every day. He quit LSUE 2 weeks into his second semester, and he couldn't imagine me going any farther than him. He is the type of person that is always looking for the easy fix. That can easily be seen by peeping into his bathroom cabinet that contains all of his weight loss pills, including pills with labels that say, "Loose weight while you sleep!" How lazy can you be? (By the way, I can take a picture of him to show how they do not work.)

The more I think about it, the closer I am coming to a decision. Before long, I'll be moving out of this house. I'll be moving out for a second time, before Kevin moves out for the first time. When I do it, I'm thinking about cutting all ties. I have no desire to speak to him, ever. I have absolutely zero use for someone who has to constantly put me down to make himself feel better, whether it is true or not. I'll see him at family gatherings, and that'll probably be the extent of it. That is, if I decide to attend.

Happy Mother's Day

On the first note, I just wanted to wish a Happy Mother's Day to all the baby mommas. I'm a little happy that the "holiday" portion of the day is over. All the family and friends have left, and the house is once again normal; however, normal is subject to interpretation.

The semester is finally over, and grades have been reported. The verdict:
I made a 4.0!
Obviously, I'm stoked! Right now, I'm feeling guilty because I'm not studying, or coordinating future studying.

I am going to take some summer semester classes. Classes start on June fifth, which is also Erica's birthday. Yes, I remember. I've taken classes during the summer before, but this summer semester seems very short. It is June 5 - July 26th, then the Fall semester doesn't begin until August 21. It will be just about a month break between each semester. [Sigh] It doesn't sound half bad.

The first part of the season finale of Grey's Anatomy is on, and I cannot continue to distract myself by blogging.

Oh, and if anyone would like to shower me with congratulatory gifts, my wish list is linked on my profile. Well, it's a thought.

Double Take

Excuse me. Can I see your license and registeration?

I took this picture, in November 2005, when I was in Destin. This was a Mercedes that was driving down the main highway just in front of the beach. I thought it was funny because it actually looked like the horse was driving. The driver wasn't much cuter.

OH yeah! [Chic-ah-chic-ah]

Today is Friday. I took my last final, and I ain't got shit to do. Man, what a great feeling. This morning, starting at 07:30, I took my last final of the semester. It was in Louisiana History. I LOVE that class. The final had a large essay question, six identifications, multiple choice, and short answer questions. I kicked names, and took ass. That's right. I didn't stutter.

I wrote so much on that final that my wrist was hurting by the time that I turned it in. My essay....Well, it was on no one other than Crowley boy, Edwin Washington Edwards. I need to find a book more in detail about Edwards. Of course, I couldn't leave out the globally recognized election in our state. "The election from hell. The wizard verses the lizard." Wow, you've gotta love Louisiana politics. It's a hard decision to pick between a crook and a neo-Nazi "racial realist," as Duke calls himself.

I will end this post with a couple of funny quotes that Edwards used during his campaign, when running against David Treen, for the governors office in the 1984 term. Edwards did not think that Treen was suited for Louisiana politics, and he often made fun of him. He once said, "[Treen is] so low that it takes him an hour and a half to watch 60 Minutes." Also, being confident that he would win the election against Treen, Edwards said, "The only way that I will lose this election is if I am caught in bed with a dead girl or a live boy."

I'm over it

I'm sick of all these finals. I will be officially finished with my first semester of Nursing school, this Friday. Don't expect to hear from me until after 10:00, on Friday.

I haven't posted regularly in a while, so I....