argh...so, I'm here in the wonderful state of NJ...the snow is absolutely beautiful and the condo that we are staying at is great, not to mention the amazing resort spa. sounds like a great vacation right? not so fast...the reason that i am up right now and not resting my little head for a full day of skiing tomorrow is that i am waiting up for my lugage, yup, they lost my suitcase. apparently an hour and a half is not long enough to transfer lugage from one plane to another so my stuff got left behind when we stopped off in charlotte before continuing on to newark. now, you would think that, seeing as pretty much every peice of clothing that i own is included in this misplacement, i would be freaking out and throwing a fit like us northerners tend to do. well, you would be proud, i was so happy to be back home with the rest of my fam that i didnt even let it bother me that i would be stuck in the same clothes for another 24hrs eeeewww. so, we reported the missing lugage and gave them my sister's address to deliver it to and went on to the resort to check in. our condo wasn't ready when we go there and we had to go get new photo IDs made before we could get our passes (oh, these pictures are great let me tell you, we look so good after no sleep before our 330 departure for the airport that morning). - i know that i am in a terrible rant right now, but you have to understand my situation, i am sitting up at my sister's house at 12:45, in my sister's clothes, running on no sleep since the night before last, knowing that i have to get up and go skiing at 8am, waiting for my freakin suitcase, i think that you might be in a bit of a rant as well. - on the bright side of the mishaps of the day...i actually did come prepared for this type of situation (packing extra bra and unders in my carry on), i've never had a problem with losing luggage before when i wasn't prepared, so i'm thinking that i might not take that precaution next time. another thing was, being the very hygenic person that i am, i of course packed my mouth wash in the side pocket of my adidas bag, well, as you can probubly guess that wasn't such a great idea, BUT none of my stuff was damaged by the small explosion of my ACT bottle, the only casualty was Lynn's suade shoes which i am sure that she will make me replace but still, it could have been worse. - So, here i am, about a half hour away from the comfort of my lovely condo overlooking the gordeous slopes of Mountain Creek, waiting up still for this blasted delivery truck. i just hope that my vacation gets better from here on out...i hope that everyone else is enjoying their break, i miss you guys and can't waite to get back to the G.

a christmas story:

since we have never really had a chimney at any of the houses i have lived, i always asked my parents how santa would get in to deliver the presents. they told me he magically made himself very very small and came in through the keyhole in our front door. this was a fine explination for santa and all, but needless to say, this gave me great concern for the well being of my toys, not to mention the fact that i, as an adult, am now very fearful of evil creatures who could get ahold of santa's shrinking ability and may sneak into my house to do generaly evil and not nice things... consequently - i stuff my all my keyholes with tissue paper and i ask santa to give me a call when he gets to my block so i can leave the door unlocked...

Merry Christmas!!!

Oh crap, I almost forgot. Merry Christmas.

I possibly just misspelled both "inconvienence" and "misspelled".

The other day, I misspelled "Iriquois". I'm terribly sorry, and I apologize for the inconvienence.

holy crap, i can't take it anymore... why do i torture myself so? everytime i come home to the comforts of satellite tv, i get my hopes up enough to dare turn it to MTV or VH1. why? why do i? you know what i am talking about john, c'mon "your body is a wonderland"...? is this the best they can do? i mean, i have a better chance of running through a monsoon and not getting wet than seeing crap that doesn't piss me immediately off on music television these days. there's another concept i don't understand, "music television", indeed. i would make a deal with them that if only HALF the crap they played was music then they could call themselves that - but i believe it would take a lot of re-tooling for them to even meet that quota. now, i realize i am among the pickiest music listeners that most of you have ever known, but i really do listen to some of everything, and i do mean everything (regardless of what you "think" is my "type" of music). but really now, i can't decide what pisses me off more, fred durst telling me how puddle of mudd (that's right two d's - i guess they just suck a little too much for one...) is one of the greatest rock bands around today - yeah, some guy who is the single biggest reason his own band blows telling me who i should like; or is it the fact that some jerk off on VH1 desribed avril lavignegeneegen as "punk rock". now, i know pnk rock really is pansy these days, but there is no way that i could be in a record store listening to Green Day's "Dookie" and a guy come up to me and say "oh, you like that? then you should check out strung out, mxpx, and avril lavigneneieninen" i think not... a DEFINATE not... and just for good measure, since she decided she can just break a beautiful (expensive) black guitar in her video (a guitar i might add that she doesn't even play) how's aboot we let her get some sort of flesh eating venerial disease and bleed to death from her... well, you know... i hope she dies cold and lonely with a heroine needle in her arm.

with that said... screw popular music... screw it. i know i am no great song writer, but i have enough common sense to know when something sucks. don't try to sell me on how great the same old whiney crap in a new coating is the next best/big thing. and for the record VH1 guy - creed's newest video is NOT "hard rock meets Lord of the Rings"; if that was the case then Aragon would slice little scotty stapp's balls off so he couldn't contaminate the rest of the world with his continually boring and droning lyrics... don't you think?

that's all for now - but as for me, as always, keeping it real... REAL real...

Yeah, so, I'm in Greensboro again, just got back from Raleigh (for the first time this break, as I return on Christmas day).
And let me tell you, the City of Oaks looks like the City of the Dead. My eyes surveyed so much chaos and despair. There's no more trees left...it's crazy. It's like, I didn't realize how cold-hard rocked Raleigh got due to the ice storm. As for Greensboro's damage...well, it really pales in comparison.
However, despite the inevitable drudgery of a weather-induced apocalypse, there were some amusing highlights to my trip.
Basic truths about Raleigh still persist:
-There will be hot sluts at neighborhood Christmas parties.
-There will be SUVs with dime-a-dozen "American Pride" stickers on their bumper, complete with a sunglasses-wearing soccer mom driver, who is way too stupid to be driving a vehicle the size of an Iriquos longhouse.
-There will be Mormons knocking on your door at 9 in the morning.
-There will be a crazy story your best friend recounts to you involving alcohol, knives, skinheads, police officers, and a man they call "One-Eyed Tony"

I'm just glad to know things are still as I left them weeks before on my last trip.

Peace and Happy Holidays,
Nate

i have been biding my time to write something very funny or intelligent, but alas... i have not been inspired. so, i go with what i feel like writing about now that the holiday season is upon us - being with the ones you love, family, friends, etc... i don't often talk about real personal stuff to anyone cause for one, no one usually asks me; i guess when i get around people they assume i have it together cause i am usually so calm and collected, and in my opinion, pretty darn rational. the other reason is i just don't like feeling like being the guy who feels the need to share every little thing about his life since usually the things i keep deep down are things i feel no one can really do anything about anyways. but i have started learning the lesson of how to value a friend who wants to know about me - the whole me. where is this going...? no where in particular, i just wanted to make a round about point...


the holidays... the most wonderful time of the year, right? well, for most people. for me it is blotted with reminders of the fact that i don't have much back home. now, my mom is there, and i LOVE my mom, no doubt - but she has a full time job and hardly the time for good QT (quality time) when she is exausted. so i turn to my friends from back home... wait - that's the thing, i only have like 3 or 4 people from back home that i still consider my friends. among them, we have more full time jobs and general business. do you still not know where i am going with this? well, i will try to bring it all together. when the breaks from school come, i stay here, in greensboro for a majority of my time (only going home when i know my mom will be off work, or the weekends of the break). this is for the simple fact that when everyone goes home for the holidays to see people, in a way, i do too. except i don't have to go far... all the people i consider my friends, my brothers, my sisters, my loved ones, my family... are here, in greensboro. from my best friends, to the rest of the brotherhood, to people i see once a week, to others that just come hang out at our apartment; all these people, you (chances are if you're reading this) are the folks who mean the most to me. on a daily basis it's like christmas to me because i get to be with all the people i care about most. i don't have to wait for some break at the end of the semester, cause i am lucky enough to see most of you nearly daily...


now, i do not want this to be depressing like "mikey is famliless and in greensboro", cause frankly, i doubt any of you are pitying me anyways. it's just my way of saying that sometimes i don't understand why people wanna go home so bad, when in reality, i am just jealous of them having a lot to go home to. i am just thankful for everyone who puts up with my crap and lets me be me... most of the time. so if you can read this - then you should know you have probably made my life better a hundred times over, even in the crappy times. to end i shall remind anyone who didn't go home, that i will be here a good portion of break, and to everyone else - even though i miss you, yes YOU! i hope you are having an awesome time with the people who love you and have had to be missing you for most of a semester (or longer in some cases). so rokk it out hard core and you have a big dose of realiness waiting for you when you get back... love...

Hmmm. Let's be real, no one really likes talking politics. So, allow me to lift the dark cloud of Kildoo's wordy-and-perhaps-at-points-correct socio-political peroration by not talking politics.
Particularly, don't let me talk about how naive and anally-violated we Americans are, so much so that we think that freedom is the ability to take sides on pointless, overpublicized issues constantly used by the media to sell papers and boost ratings.
No, wait. I think I want to lay some things down...I might as well.
To tell the truth, most of America doesn't care. The rest of America thinks it's enough of a big deal that we need to talk about it, and take warring sides, as if people with an opposing viewpoint are suddenly going to lick nuts and change their mind.
I've got some real and pointful rules to follow.
Worry about abortion if you're a pregnant mother or a fetus.
Worry about feminism if you're a woman who feels some level of inequality in the system and truly wants equality, or at least more comparable harmony with the opposite gender. And that means that you have to like men to be a feminist, I believe. Cause men like women, and a lot of them are masculinists.
Worry about gay rights if, you're gay. If you're not gay, don't make a fuss either way, cause it shouldn't matter. It's not like the gay community is suddenly going to convert everybody in your neighborhood like they're Mormons, or some kind of vampires of sexual orientation. But if they do, it'll solve the problem of overpopulation.

That having been said, I agree with Kildoo on many points, many many points, including the most important, that "feminism" is pretty ridiculous. And I make my declaration now, I still consider myself leftist even though I don't defend feminism, gay rights, or abortion, the totems of the stereotypical liberal.

Let's think outside the box, rather than fretting myself over the welfare of the affluent west, assure me that people around the world are getting fed, clothed, and recieving some amount of basic health care, and that people have some semblance of a future without a big cancerous hole in the ozone layer. This is the only thing I consider myself leftist for. But if these are things that plague your conscience, I take your side too.
Rather than seeing myself at ideological war with every side, I more consider myself a man worried about one thing: the overall well-being of the human race, which primarily means that when it comes to politics, what's best for the children is the most important thing. For the kids, man. For the future.

Dearest Other Nate,
Please do not apologize for your blackened heart. A heart of hate yields bitter fruits. That is a good thing, if you are in the killing business. It's also a good thing if you're in any business. You should do yourself a favor and apply for a top spot in Microsoft. I'm sure your evil powers, including your capacity to capitalize off of others' ignorance, and your general contempt for other human beings, plus your penchant for sardonic wit, would be greatly embraced by the powers that be.
Try to climb that ladder of amoralism. The earthly kingdom shall be yours. And if you need a hired assassin to kill off any blackmailers or paparozzi, my price starts at $50,000 a head.
Love,
Real Nate.

Yyyeah...'Bout the really long posts...I'm gonna have to ask you to shorten them up a bit...that would be gggrrreat. - With that said, now maybe someone can enlighten me...What's up with all the "low blows" for spelling and such? Are we really that uncreative that we have nothing better to post about than the sometimes deliberate mispellings in our fellow Brothers' posts? i think not. Besides the fact that it just isn't amusing, it is rather pathetic that some of us are very comfortable commenting on others mistakes when it is quite evident that their own post was deprived of a proofreading. Hmmm. How about this...when we are perfect ourselves, then we can all feel free to mock every other mistake making human in this world...good luck with that one by the way. Let's just keep it real, shall we?

man, SOMEONE has COMPLETELY DESTROYED the art of posting with his overly verbose posts. so, i will keep mine simple...

i hate clowns... hate em'

Dang Nate, I thought my junk was long. Shoot wait, it is. OHHHHHHHHH!!!

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This morning, I completely annihilated this exam that thought it could best me in the strategic arts of written war. Thank goodness my vocabulary of slaying fury was above my Overdrive level. That test never saw its brutal decapitation coming.
And in other news, I played Final Fantasy X most of the day. Yep...I only have one more exam, due Tuesday, so I thought it'd be prudent to slack off a bit since I finally rocked 4 out of 5 classes this semester completely and without question.
But the most important part of my day was my wonderful hangout time with Laura Wright, who is quite possibly the Queen of Hearts, for her card playing fury knows no bounds, and it is also rumored that her capacity for breaking men's hearts knows no limits. Anyway we hung out and had a really good conversation, which is always nice...I know few non-sarcastic people, and even fewer of those can carry on an intellectual dialogue.
So, now, plans are being fleshed out for winter break madness, I'm feeling that the urges I had for a vacation will be remedied in a very unusual way. Time will tell, and the fruits of my hard labor will be picked and devoured whole, screaming for mercy and painless death, neither of which they will be granted.
...yeah.

Layyze: you stink
tHEwaYofthesWORD: do i?
tHEwaYofthesWORD: i showered today dude
Layyze: www.jailbabes.com
tHEwaYofthesWORD: i don't think i want to click that.
Layyze: fine: www.jaildudes.com
tHEwaYofthesWORD: i don't know about that either
Layyze: Why I need a L.A.S.E.R. gun by James Beidler

L.A.S.E.R. guns can shoot things
L.A.S.E.R. guns work with red lights. Red lights are pretty awesome and tough.
L.A.S.E.R. guns are tough.
I saw this episode of G.I. Joe where they shot at Cobra Commander with a L.A.S.E.R. gun, that was pretty rad.
girls like it when you use a L.A.S.E.R. gun
only sissies don't have a L.A.S.E.R. gun
Geoff says that L.A.S.E.R. guns aren't real
L.A.S.E.R. guns are not for sissies
tHEwaYofthesWORD: awesome.
Layyze: you should buy me a L.A.S.E.R. gun
tHEwaYofthesWORD: should i?
tHEwaYofthesWORD: i don't have any money
Layyze: didn't you just read my list?
Layyze: fine, sell your spleen
tHEwaYofthesWORD: geez, you know, i could, but...
tHEwaYofthesWORD: oh wait, checkit, my friend Danny has been selling his plasma
tHEwaYofthesWORD: i think i'm gonna go down to the plasma center, they give you 30 bucks each time and you can go twice a week
tHEwaYofthesWORD: i don't have a job, i could use some easy cash!
Layyze: to buy me a L.A.S.E.R. gun??

So I have this weird friend James (aka Lazy Tooth) from high school who takes up residence in the hills northeast of Asheville at a little place we like to call "Warren Wilson College". I'm afraid that the water supply on campus there may have been tainted, most possibly by bong resin, thus allowing the more eccentric qualities of James' persona to creep out to his most common behaviors. Therefore routinely now I recieve messages like the one above which illustrate the intensity to which his insanity has gone.

On that note, as of this evening, all of the 7 members of the Brotherhood are officially blogtastic. Dang Christina though, you understand, as much as I would "love" to be a part of your collective boyfriend, I realize that the technical benefits of this title are by no means much functionally different than being one of your friends. That having been said, I need to remain single to ensure that when the next "hot slut" comes around I'll have no prior obligations.

so there we have it viewers... both of you people out there who actually read this, beyond the brotherhood itself - for its own amusement purposes (and to run around the apartment wildly screaming "i just posted"), the crew is assembled and no one bothered to give nate beard a warm introduction - so i shall take the liberty...

NATE "beard" ARENTOFT: brother of the doo, son of the jersians, lover of women, man of men... no one can match his rhetorical skill in the area of solo monologue. his wit is only surpassed by his charm, and rare a lady has been in his clutch that he has not quickly claimed as his own. defeating the fowl dragon of monorath, and accumulating numerous high scores on word AND number munchers; the bearded one will lay a seige of death to the castles of lesser men and a seige of love to the hearts of women throughout the land... may he live long and deal punishment to all who may rise against "keepin it real"... REAL real...

Ok, Ok, so I finally checked my email and got on here to post. This is Christina by the way, otherwise knows as: Steena, Steener-Beaner-Weener, Tinkertoosh, the Fifth Roomate, Maiden of The Brotherhood, Goddess of all that is beautiful and deadly, and of course, who could forget, the girl with the big boobs. Yes, that's me, I provide the much needed estrogen to this group of guys and their raging testosterone. In turn I get the honor of considering them my "collective boyfriend", that's right, my "collective boyfriend" consists of Mikey, Ryan, and John (Nate once shared a portion of this lovely union but by free will gave it up, i don't know what he was thinking). Anyway, I can often be found over at the guys place watching movies or just hanging out with the guys while they play their silly boy games. Although I give them a hard time about it, it really doesn't matter what they are doing when I'm there cause I wouldn't rather be anywhere else but hanging with my guys, I love them to death. Well, that's that for me for tonight, sorry I am not as clever as Mikey or John but I have been informed that I am not here to be creative, just to make the guys look good - Mikey...So, in closing, these are some great guys that I surround myself with, hey, if they weren't as cool as I say they are then why would I let them hang out with me? ; )

yo i'm in the house. this is danny by the way. let me just tell you what happened today. i went with some incredibly hot girl who i tend to call my girlfriend to what we call the "plasma center." let me just say there was enough shade in that place to take away the sun. you got sluts, pimps, old ladies with no teeth.....all to just give away plasma. so i guess the question that goes through my head is.....is this ethical to sell something that will save others lives? am i a scum sucker?? then i ask myself "self...do you really care." and i answer no because i got money therefore i got food therefore i am satisfied. end of thought.

but i must say mikey i have been wondering about the Urban Sophisticates video too. not that i graced them with my face but the whole curiosity factor comes in. well that and the "supposed sluts" in the video.

Epcot...that's what I am thinking it is, too. Oh well. I had to pick from that and random crappy green/orange designs, and then stuff that looked even more gay, if that can be imagined. I might just customize the look of this thing. We'll see. In the meantime, enjoy the graphic that reminds us of the strangest of all theme parks. I promise, if you've never been to Epcot, you may want to some day just for the sheer weirdness factor. But, I did not come to speak of such things, so I digress.
I came to tell of how I rocked a 31 trick combo (worth 150,000 pts) and a 300,000 pt. total score on Tony Hawk 3 tonight. It's probably my finest achievement since my 200,000+ score on Tony Hawk 2.
This may be a small feat for some people, but it certainly was a daunting task for myself. In any case, I'm gonna go rest after my exhausting skate-a-thon. Oh, by the way, Glenn Wilkinson is a master euphonium player, but only because his chosen performance pieces sound like Final Fantasy music.
And if you haven't gotten Two Towers tickets yet, I'm gonna be scalping them opening night for $12 a piece. Boo yah.

it's one of those mornings... you feel good, but you remember you have class, but it doesn't seem real cause you haven't really had a good day of class in almost a week... for various reasons. regardless, i feel like i could quote some obscure song that only three people would get or have even heard of, but as usual it would describe my present mood - a mood that is sure to fade with every passing hour of the day. don't mishear me now, i am not saying that my typical happy go lucky mood will pass into a mood of gloom or anything, i am simply saying that it probably won't be such a nastalgic for class kinda mood, but a more of "geez, why did i come to campus today" kinda mood. regardless...

i know that no one is gonna actually read this in time to do anything about it, and those of you who do prolly won't go, but that's cool - i say this only for the comfort of knowing i tried. glenn (my roomate from sophomore year and all around real cool guy) has a recital today at 5:30 in organ hall in the music building. and i PROMISE that it will be great... how do i know this? because unlike myself, who manages to impress people by knowing a few chords on guitar, glenn actually knows music and plays it very very very well... just a little plug. i mean, would i go to something if i thought it was gonna suck? all those peope out there who know how picky i am about music? ask yourselves... but you already know the answer...

today could also prove to be a very historical day in the lives of about 7 people - why? because we are going to get our lord of the rings tickets today (if all goes as planned). i mean, do i really need to go into this any further...? you know you wanna see the movie. and while you are wishing you were watching it on opening day - chances are, we will be... God bless Tolkien for bringing this wonderful story into our lives to enrich and entertain us... that was for somebody...

this is getting kinda long and i know that you want to go do other things besdes read this, AND i know that if i spill all my guts here that i shall not be giving you a good showing next time. let's recap; i have provided you, the reader, with a vast amount of knowledge about happenings of this day (dec 9th) and a general statement about myself for today - you should only be so lucky. so, as time passes, my classes grow closer and i am talking to someone online who is more impoirtant than writing this anyways, so, til next time - keep it real... REAL real...

Well I'm stopping to reflect on my day, because I don't think it was very productive. Well, I did go to the gym. That was whack. I didn't see Hot Ethnic Chick, which was a disappointment, but I also didn't see Sasquatch, which was a great relief.
Yeah, but Shakespeare's got my nipples in a twist.
School is pretty much over this semester, except for-oh wait-tons of exams comin' up this week. It's gonna be ludicrous, and not in the Hotlanta Dirty South kind of way. This is the time the true faces of good and evil are shown, and the ultimate battle ensues. Soon enough.
But tomorrow, I'm going to eat lunch with this girl who I've never actually met before. This might be weird, but, I'm fairly sure it won't be. If things get dicey, I keep a smoke bomb handy for a quick, stealthy ninja escape.
And when's Urban Sophisticates' music video gonna come out where I'm all cold chillin' bobbin' my head to a certain beat? I need that ish for my acting portfolio, dawg.

Alright, after seeing that Metroid Prime is the shizznizzity, I'm going to fully endorse John's quest to own a Nintendo Ga(y)me Cube, even though having that box in the room is going to draw glory away from Playstation 2. That having been said, I think that it was in error for me to presume that the Game Cube would never have any good games on it to be worth playing.
My bust yo.
Anyway, I'm studying like mad for these exams, cause believe it or not, however much of a joke Geography is, when it comes down to exam times, it is a real major.
Peace out.

in the hopes that many people will eventualy read this... for whatever reasons, be it entertainment or enrichment, i decided to actually post. i would like to point out that i HAVE posted before, but this wonderful thing we are using decided to best me and not post my rant. shall i rant again? it is for sure... but shall i rant today? we have only this open space left to find out.

i realize that the chances of me writing something prolific are not very high, so i shall do what i do best and guarantee you, the reader, that i shall ramble with nothing but amusement in mind. what can you expect from me? i tell you that girls will surely come up in more than one of my entries - possibly general gripes on humankind as well. not because i am an unhappy or unpleasant person, but because what else makes people laugh but subjects such as those, or small monkeys throwing poo...? my point i think is clear. well, no, not at all... i take that back. will my entries flow like water from the mountains of avaris...? (that was my attempt to be poetic like laura is in her journal - obviously i am not a poet).

an introduction since no one has given one maybe... me, mikey, pimp daddy extroadinare (cept for the pimp part - i prefer to just be extraordinare). then there is john, master of passivivity; moving on to nate, master of hate and other things generally displeasant; finally, kildoo - all that is large and girthful we find in his realm. honorarily you may see things from danny - master of all things short and explosive, or christina, truly a goddess of all things beautiful and deadly... or something...

there you have it... you know what you have gotten your warning - nothing will be the same after now. why not you may ask...? cause i am listening to weezer and i feel the need to rokk. so i shall. but will mikey truly rokk? will john ever start an argument? will nate ever learn to love? will kildoo stop giving hugs?! will christina kill a man in the dead of winter just to watch his soul exit his body? will danny grow another inch in fury? to find out - join us here tomorrow at the same brotherhood time, same brotherhood channel...

Dang, so there's a really annoying dog barking outside. It sounds like a widdle dog, but not the good kind of widdle dog that's quiet and sweet. I hope a chunk of ice lands on it.

XselfrighteousX: man, irbe rules
XselfrighteousX: he is definitely not gay
tHEwaYofthesWORD: for rill
tHEwaYofthesWORD: for rilly rill
XselfrighteousX: and definitely loves representing for small dudes
XselfrighteousX: and defeating fascist empires
tHEwaYofthesWORD: yes
tHEwaYofthesWORD: that is definitely hetero to the extreme
XselfrighteousX: no doubtably
tHEwaYofthesWORD: cause as we all know, repressive governments are very gay
XselfrighteousX: EXTREMELY gay
XselfrighteousX: i mean, stalins huge moustache? definitely useful for tickling tha dickling
XselfrighteousX: lenin's stoicism?
XselfrighteousX: cos he was 'hard as a rock' for man-hole
tHEwaYofthesWORD: hahahahaha

If by first you mean lame, then certainly. I'm delivering though, only a consolation prize to your door for being less witty online than you are in real life.
I got the first post, and it consists of 3 dots, like you see when a character isn't really "saying" anything in an RPG. Boombastic.

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