Wednesday, July 30, 2003

Hmmm. Pondering on John's post, and the meanings of it.
With only two guys posting the majority of the time, this site might start being like internet buttlove. So I am making my public recommendation that I think we should expand the Brotherhood posting privileges to more individuals. Namely, Brooks, because I think it would be funny. Not very witty, but funny. And I could use a good chuckle now and again. A big smile from my nose to my chin. From one ear to the other. A boisterous guffaw for all of my brothers.

I love hot girls,

Monday, July 28, 2003

Yeah, someone give me a job. That would be cool.
Actually I think very soon I will be working at Chik Fila, if all goes according to plan. That will be quite nice, seeing as how Danny's the big kahuna over there, and I get free meals. Plus never working on Sundays ensures that I have some form of a weekend. If only I was a Jew for Jesus so I could request Saturday off too. I just hope I can either a) get to mop crap up or b) cook stuff. Working a register might be nice, but I can also see the possibility of an assault happening on a stupid customer. I mean, you know. It could be funny.

The only funny stuff that ever happens to me nowadays is antics over at the Army Recruiting Station. Like, I realize how everyone else has jobs so they have funny stuff happen at work. I get to hang out with goofy recruiters and hear them trash talk the Marines. I'm just glad that their thinking of me as a genius inspires them to tell the Marines they've got a "real GA". Whatever that is. Just as long as everyone knows I'm not gay enough to join the Navy or brainwashed enough to join the Marines, I'll probably be able to continue to step out to the parking lot for my cell phone calls without getting harassed by their recruiters.

So yeah. It'll probably be cool when everyone comes back for school. You know, maybe I can introduce Sgt. Wittman to a good woman. He's like...the Army version of Justin Willis.

Oh yeah, and I'm planning on driving to Canada before it gets too cold. Really.

Sunday, July 27, 2003

i honestly thought that we had gotten a ticketmaster at staples this morning, because why else would we have people lined up outside our doors 15 minutes before we opened...? the only thing i could ask dave (the manager) was "dude... when is the aerosmith concert?!"

as always... keepin it real... REAL real...

Saturday, July 26, 2003

in current news: someone give nate a job so he doesn't ever have this much free time again :-)

as always... keeping it updated... REAL updated...
the summer's almost over...

isn't that crazy? to think, in a few mere weeks folks will be headed back to school. some folks, such as i, will not be. i've come to shed some light on exactly what it is i will be doing in the next few months/years/decades. allow me to give a brief synopsis of my life to come.

August-December 2003 - I will work a part time job at a local eatery owned and operated by someone who knows someone who knows someone. I will somewhere round about the course of two to three months be fired from this job for repeatedly beating annoying customers over the head with a fry cooker basket thingy. In another realm of my life, I will record a subpar demo album consisting of 7 of my own weak and ineffectually sung original songs, 2 Jim Croce covers, a "hidden" techno bonus track, and a special enhanced CD portion including a PC screensaver and desktop theme. Roundabout November of 2003 I will be asked by a major record company to sign with them, even though my demo sucks. I will decline, and since I will have no music copyrights, they will steal my songs and lyrics and studio produce a less ugly looking pop friendly icon to perform my music. This person will gain the status and fame of a combination of Justin Timberlake and Bruce Springsteen, winning fame, teen hearthrobness, and notoriety for brilliant lyricism.

Meanwhile...round about January of 2004 to July of 2005....
I will be training for one of the most coveted military careers, the Special Forces of the United States Army. Somewhere in there, amongst other skills, I will gain fluency in speaking Arabic, know at least 7 efficient ways to kill a man bare handed, and know how to survive torture in a POW camp. Interest in the opposite sex will become the least prominent influencial circle in my life, because I will be too intrigued by my own badassness.

Once I'm done training, roundabout somewheres in 2005, I'll be flown off and parachute into the jungles of Columbia, where with a team of 11 other guys I will be part of history making in killing off the most prominent druglord in the Western Hemisphere. Unfortunately, because I won't be allowed to tell friends what kind of rowdy and violent stuff I get to do in the Army, no one will know except my superiors and teammates. The next 5 years of my life will be somewhat like this. I'll become a bitter but ironhearted, battlescarred warrior. By the time of my eventual return to "normal" society, I'll quickly decide to go back into the military. By this time, I'll have had radial keratonomy performed on my eyes and been given perfect 20/20 vision in both eyes. I'll start flying planes for the Airforce. Roundabout age 35 I'll get two job offers, one from NASA, and one from the CIA. Because flying stuff is gayer than shooting stuff, I'll take my job offer from the CIA and become an undercover international sexpionage agent, using my handsome, rugged allure to bag women all over the 6 inhabited continents. Then I'll remember that once I was a moral man, one of integrity. I'll quit my life of murder and intrigue and go back to the United States. I'll retire early off my pensions and live very simply in a wooden shack in the Appalachians, after I've returned to Raleigh or Greensboro for a time long enough to woo the woman who was supposed to be the love of my life, but I never knew cause she was casually doing some other guy back when I was thinking about logical things like marriage and family back in my early 20s. Both our lives turned around, we'll be too old to have kids like I had planned for myself long ago in the past, but that will be alright, since my sister will have like 5 kids, and they'll all be bratty enough that I'll decide I wouldn't have made a great father, because I'd probably punch my own kids in the face if they whined that much. Somewhere in my mid-40s I'll go back to school to major in English so I could learn how to avoid run on sentences. My wife would have been imploring me for quite some time to start work anyway, much to my chagrin and disappointment, since I had been semi-retired since age 19 anyway. The English major will work out great, because I'll finally feel motivated to do the things that I really enjoy. Namely, correcting other people's grammar, even though my own is horrible. I'll be a 12th grade teacher, because that was my favorite year of school, and 12th grade kids are slack, so my combination of military experience and grammar nazism would be guaranteed to whip them into shape, thereby ensuring that their 12th grade year was nowhere near as fun as mine was. Then, one of my stupid bratty columbine poser kids will bring a gun into school one day, in an attempt to shoot me, he'll forget that my badass Army background made me impervious to bullets. I'll deflect the shots from his puny little handgun, whip out my M-16 and shoot him between the eyes. He'll go down in a bloody mess, and I'll spend the rest of my life in prison...killing other inmates.

The End.

Friday, July 25, 2003

i have no free time...

and in other news: laura always waits right outside our apartment window, occasionally peeping in to see the exact moment i sit down to play battlefield. then she teleports back to ashville/rutherfordton and calls us. how crazy is that? you'd think she wouldn't make me choose - but she insists on me letting her down everytime, hehe. anyways, i miss you - CALL ME WHEN I AM NOT PLAYING BATTLEFIELD - i miss you!

we are all moving out here... well, getting ready to. everything just seems so busy right now. i have to get our lease signed, call the power and telephone companies, while also looking up friends places to live at. i packed all my stuff (well, basically everything that i won't need for two weeks) last night between 2-3am cause i forgot what day it was and john reminded me my mom was coming today while i was at work to get it all so, whoops. good thing i am male and can easily fit my things in boxes, and furthermore, locate and remember what i have to place said items in boxes. we will be here til next thursday morning then we move on to bigger and better things i suppose. i just want to skipthese next 2-3 weeks and just be in my new place with all my peeps back in town - fo' real yo! but for now, like i do everyday, i am going to work so i can begin my weekend of work, which, cooincidentally looks alot like my week of work. can a brotha get a day off!?

as always... keepin it real... REAL real...

Monday, July 21, 2003

i work all the time...

in other news: daniel and i have been approved to move into our new apartment at Bent Tree. it will be a first floor pad for all you hot handicapped ladies, and a fireplace (well, for ALL the ladies...). we are movingin the 12th so i am gonna need aplace to crash for nearly two weeks, but God has blessed me so far with money, a roomate, and a rad place to live... so why would i even worry about that? just a testament to how awesome God is - fo shizzy...

also - julie (the punkiest punk rokker in virginia [excluding john]) came down to totally rokk my face off this weekend. it is nice to have such an awesome punk rokk concert fanatic home slice again. i have rediscovered my instinctual love for punk rokk again... God be praised!!!

as always... keepin it real... REAL real...

Friday, July 18, 2003

*Addendum to the other day*
Marshall - Thanks for being a mentor and a friend. You've helped me realize God can use me for cool stuff. God has really blessed a lot of lives through you, and I am one of those. Congratulations on your new fatherhood, I have no doubt that you will fulfill that role amazingly.

Wednesday, July 16, 2003

Many thanks go out,
to all that have been deserving shout outs all year long. This post is dedicated to the men and women who have so valoriously showed their mettle over the last year.
D-Train - The events and tales of last night just reflected the general crazy events that have happened over the last year, it's always rad to have your boy being able to relate on the parallel...on the dl. I give props to your metalness and its relative sameness to my own. Where would we be without our daytrip to Springfield and our beloved Swedish metal stars?

Christie Ray - For your ability to always see me in the way I need to be seen, even when I'm too down on things to really believe it. It's awesome to have such a real friend that is able to build you up and still be honest.

Rae Rae - Too crucial have you been in my life, over the last couple years. I'm thankful you've come to me when you needed someone to talk to. So glad I could be there. Don't think that you're not appreciated either. You've been around at crucial points. CRUCIAL points. Thanks for helping me to remember that the judging words of men don't make a person's identity...they only help to cloud a person's understanding.

Mikey - ALWAYS keepin' it real, even when it's disguised as hate. I commend you on your ability to foretell everything, to keep my head straight about what I know is best for me even though I conveniently forget sometimes. Thanks for being understanding and patient with me.

Mustafa - A remote friendship ours has been of late, but I feel that every time we meet, we can start off right where we left off. My life would have certainly panned out a lot differently if we'd never met. I'm looking forward to your presence this fall. Blood brothers for life...to the oath we are bound.

Lindsey - You really challenged me to step up as a man seeking God, and I feel like your inspiration helped me take great strides in that department. You're always able to push me, because I find it hard to lie to you. So you always, even if you don't know it, cause me to reflect on important things. Thanks for being so encouraging with my decisions, even if they weren't the best.

Kelly W. - I appreciate your concern for my life and my well being. Though our meetings are rare, I know you always want to keep up with how I'm doing and where my life is going. We've shared so much joy over the past couple years. Awesome times.

Connie - For your courage, you're always raising the bar for me. Sometimes me doubting things, I see how that makes you feel, and it hurts me to know that you put so much stock in me and I often flounder. I'm trying to be strong for you kid, cause you're trying to be strong for me. Keep flexing those guns. Just because you're fighting an uphill battle doesn't mean you won't make it to the top.

Danny - You are a man who has given me room to share, room to be honest, and given me guidance. Thanks for the "shift-change" talks we've had over the course of this last year, and for the other random times I just felt the need to babble incessantly for an hour. Your prayers have brought change, your advice, new avenues of thought for me.

Laura Wright - Can I just say? I see a lot of potential in you to go beyond bounds. You're a teutonic warrior. I think you've reminded me that I don't know what's going on all the time, and that the things I do sometimes just don't make a lick of sense. You've been pretty fair to me despite my ineptitude at returning that same behavior. You're awesome.

And anyone I haven't mentioned...I haven't forgotten you. But I think that the people mentioned are those I have been been the least fair to, and are yet still able to put up with it. They deserve some thanks for that. So, I hope this post doesn't sound depressing. Rather, consider it an uplifting, encouraging message...that we all make a beautiful impact on other people's lives and sometimes, they just need to know that.

As always,
keepin' it crazy.

Sunday, July 13, 2003

a glimpse of enlightenment...

mikey: "dang john, i don't think it's right when you use the bathroom and more comes out than you remember putting in..."
john: "yeah, never say that again."

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...

Saturday, July 12, 2003

conversation with john after parking next to stephanie's car...

mikey: "man, we need to make stephanie a bumpersticker that says 'the sketchier the mustache, the sexier the man!', don't ya think?"
john: "only if we made bumper stickers for everyone else that said 'what was wrong with brent?'..."

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...
i must say that the movie john, lindsey, christie ray and i went to see tonight was quite good -- bordering on quite great! it took some time but i convinced john of his need to see pirates of the carribbean, and all for good. john was pleasantly amused by it, as was basically everyone in the theatre -- even the loud guy behind us who kept stomping the ground really loudly everytime he laughed. so the movie delivered great laughs, nothing roll on the floor funny, but numerous one liners or funny glances that made you just chuckle because of the craziness. so without being too serious, and yet still having a pretty comical story, there is now another pirate movie that i wouldn't mind having in my collection... not that i have any pirate movies at present... or a collection... hmm...

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...

Friday, July 11, 2003

well, since i know some of you are worrying about me because of my lack of online time, i just want you to know that it is because our internet has been partially out for the past couple of days, and not because i am dead as many of you have presumed. in the case of my death john would personally go door to door and announce it throughtout the land with much vigor... with that said...

my current song for the moment is "Move to Bremerton" by Mxpx... you figure it out...

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...

Wednesday, July 09, 2003

aproved by john, jess, and daniel...

mikey: "i like my women like i like my coffee... bleeding from the eyes!!!"

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...

Monday, July 07, 2003

woah woah, break it up. i'm here to bring the good tidings.
can i just say? i'm looking forward to bible study tomorrow.
this Exodus book is so hot. rowdy stuff is happening left and right. i mean, granted there's some pretty crazy stuff happening in the other books, but i'm especially a fan of this one.
congratulations to all the folks that will be attending UNCG this fall. i've come to the conclusion that school is not for me, and had i known what i know now, a year ago, i would have been cutting through Amazon jungles by now. but yeah, all you folks who will be gracing the campus with your presence and your forward and sober knowledge of all things academic, much love. show that school and those hippie professors who's got the booty booty shaker.
and it looks like Matt's need to find a living situation and Joel's need to find a renter at his house have magically collided in what should be a very appropriate solution to two problems. so props to that! i can see that turning out really well.
in other news, each and every day the reality sets on me that i'm going to serve my country in a real and crucial way. it's really exciting and so much more cool to think about than anything i thought i might have been doing around this time. sorry, but another "internship" filing papers isn't gonna motivate me. instead of answering phones i'll be firing guns, throwing grenades, crawling under barbed wire, and it'll BE REAL!
guys...life is good. REAL good.
had a very important battlefield match tonight... and lost. not because the other team was better, but because of horrible circumstance and shooting ourselves in the foot. i am SO pissed off right now... i hate losing when there is no reason to have lost. i hope everyone in 4/12 clan gets testicular cancer and their balls rot off slowly as they pass into a long and painful paralysis, while only retaining the power to feel me turn rusty nails into their armpits as they bleed to death over the course of a year...

as always, bringin' the hate... the HATE hate...

Sunday, July 06, 2003

i really don't like my job all that much. but i am getting paid, and hopefully my bl, will soon turn to bling and one day "bling bling!" but i am not getting my hopes up, and i can't complain too loud, because atleast i have a job somewhere ya know? but anyways - my job could be worse, what do i have to complain about?

i will tell you... i don't get to talk to the people i care about enough. i really don't. laura came down and visited me yesterday and it was so awesome and it always tends to be anytime i get to see her. i mean, how many people out there do i really and truly enjoy my whole time with? very few, i will tell you that. she is one of them and that is a very small club so it always makes my heart smile :-)

so yeah, anyways... to those of you (basically anyone who reads this), i am sorry i do not email you, call you, or talk to you enough but i really really care what you're up to. thanks for always taking the time to call me christie ray, it is way rad of you. and to julie who writes me the rowdiest emails, you are often the highlight of any day, not matter how good or bad ;-) but yeah, the rest of you rokk too! man, the brotherhood is dispersing bu thte love remains...

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...

Friday, July 04, 2003

i went to visit connie and kevin (aka con-dogg and lil' homie) with laura today - and heard connie say something that just didn't seem to fit with things i had ever heard her say... so i will share in all my uncreativness

connie relating a story about how the mom of this "cool guy" she knows told her that her son had a girlfriend, and how it made connie feel...

"I mean it sucks so bad! It's not like i was planning to HOOK UP with him or anything!!! I just wanted to have a friend here in Welcome!"

sarcasm and hook up talk - i think connie has been hanging out with me too long, hehe...

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...

Thursday, July 03, 2003

something i meant to post sunday, but it slipped my mind - another memorable qoute...

rebecca talking to her husband gabe across the chinese buffet at panda inn...

rebecca: "oh yes! give it to me! you know what i like!"

can anything more really be said...?

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...

Wednesday, July 02, 2003

so my newest bout of hilarity...

jessica reading aloud her newest check out from the library to john...

jessica: "certain motherf***ers think they can f*** with my $h*t, but you can't kill the Rooster. You might can f*** him up sometimes, but, b**ch, nobody kills the motherf***in rooster. you know what i'm sayin'?!"
john: "is that Maya Angelou?"

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...