This'll be my last real entry for a while. Which is good, cause I've been posting a lot recently.
Just wanted to say that "Steven's last night in town" was awesome...if Steven was me. My last night in town was awesome too, cause I was me.
And me was with two very awesome dudes and one very awesome chick. Privileged I was to spend an evening chatting and cracking some of the best jokes in months with Christina, Mikey and Danny. You guys brought a tear of joy to mine eye. But now you're all asleep. And that's what I'm about to do. Peace out ya'll.

So, yes. I was just revisiting the blogs of a year ago. You know, a couple weeks ago was the one year anniversary of The Brotherhood...Online and we didn't bother to celebrate. I think everyone should celebrate by, at the very least skimming, but possibly reading through the hilarious posts of yesteryear. As that has been said, soon I will be tipping my hat to the new year of posting power, which I will only be remotely and irregularly contributing to. So I hope for everyone's sake it will be awesome. This has been a great year for The Brotherhood...Online. Soon we shall be celebrating the two year anniversary of The Original Brotherhood...Unplugged. Well...can you think of a better title? K. Out.

yeah... i really liked the scrap book connie made for me too!!! thank you so much con-dogg!!!


oh wait... nevermind...

as always, always--always...

yes... I must confess that I am content knowing that I have a loving family, even a loving extended family, but no one knows me like my "REAL real" extended family...all you brothers and sisters. I was touched by that thought in a powerful, knock-me-to-the-floor kind of way today when I opened my Christmas gift from Connie Chandler, who compiled for me the best scrapbook- in fact, the ONLY scrapbook - that I have ever recieved in my whole life. you guys are like a plague of love descended to cover my skin in festers of affection. or something else as sweet.

somehow i feel i am wrong... i never like being around my family. well, i take that back, i love my immediate family (mom, grandparents and such), but when it comes to my extended family i feel i am always putting on a show. all family events remind me of how different i am than basically all my extended family - most of this steming from the fact that they all wear farmer hats (and not in a cool neo-emo trendy way), sport hunting jackets, and have an unusual liking for alan jackson. it just pains me to see them living their lives in such ways and having no real way of spreading some love...

i think it hit me hardest when i was interacting with two of my more distant cousins... one, tabitha, who is probably like 14, exclaimed that she was afraid that she wasn't going to get any good cd's this christmas but was happy to see that she got the new linkin park cd. to this, which i am sure you would all agree (minus brooks), i replied -- under my breath -- "nope, looks like you're still out of luck this christmas..." the other was when her brother who is 15, sat and tried to explain to me the advantages of having a van when he turns 16, so more of his friends can ride around and get drunk, and also enlightening me on the difference between "loose" country girls and those "other" girls who are, and i quote, "shut up tighter than a zip lock bag!"

it has been dissapointing so far, but all in all, i know it will be great... i am anxious to see my mom and stuff. and also to have a day off work!!! i mean, since i DO work all the time, including today, chrismas eve, from 9-6:30. but, i can only extend my warmest holiday wishes to all my friends, who i do consider my "REAL real" family... i wish i could be with each and every one of you tomorrow... happy christmas!!!

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

so christmas shopping is a veritable adventure. especially...i dunno...the last couple days before christmas.
now dad had a quest today, otherwise he wouldn't have dragged us out to the mall for the second day in a row.
if you thought that the mall in Greensboro was the hellpit of consumerism, you obviously have never ventured to Triangle Town Center. it is basically the shining example of why i want to personally execute every starbuck junkie soccer mom in North Raleigh. it is also the perfect example of why Raleigh has become the bastard spawn of the North. i feel that in the 3.5 odd years i have been gone, Yankees have gone from being a slightly affiable, non-threatening presence, to the dominating cultural stigma of a tainted and corrupted southern metropolis. where are the last bastions of North Carolina? and where will be the last bastions of the South?
i seriously fear for the already historically rare big Southern cities. i fear for something that is lost in cultural geography, threatening the workings of our assumptions about law, order, and above all, freedom-freedom that is quickly being crushed by the great white northern infidel.
it's not that i hate northerners. but i do hate northern commercial tactics...the moneymakers and landgrabbers that are coming from wealthier places to put our farmers out, paving way for new shopping malls, ritzy homes, Super Targets, and traffic lights. we need to recognize the preciousness of our Southern-ness in its noblest forms, whether it be the quiet rural or slightly busier town lifestyle. and we need to fight urban sprawl and the sick dementia it exudes. so, rise up with me brothers! firebomb North Raleigh!

or...just help me get back home to Greensboro, the marginally big slowpaced city i know and love. with its own share of problems and annoyances...which i usually just ignore.

ehh....whatever.

i ate a LOT of macaroni and cheese today...

in other news:
i took advantage of my ONE day off (besides Christmas) to run some errands and drop off the WADS of graduation cash to my mother so she could deposit it into my checking account. on the way back i decided to stop at the chandler hall, to feast upon mead and spread some christmas fury! the fury was immediate as the fire burned in connie's eyes after seeing her new found treasures and spoils i brought her from the field of battle (STAPLES). after this, we decorated (in a very manly way) christmas cookies, something i had never done before -- whilst brooks joined the fray. after making a bloody rudolph, a pro-canadian propaganda peice, and a punk rokk/emo guitar wielding angel, the fun was spent, and i had to move on back to the lands of green...

i apologize to all the fair ladies who i could not visit because of my biases towards the 45 mile radius of greensboro -- my visits will be soon and swift (a little TOO swift...). but, never doubt the loads of love i will be bringin'!!! :-)

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

subject: feeling a little racist today, nate dog?

--- 42 <4teetoo@earthlink.net> wrote:
> nate dog says:
> "kill all alcoholic mexican pickup drivers"
> wow. i'm done ever reading this blog again, and i've
> been an avid fan for months.
> peace.
>

k, i only have two things to say, because i am at my dad's house right now, and this old computer has a lack of what i like to call "processing power" and "internet speed".
#1 - all our avid fans sign the guestbook. yah huh!
#2 - when you're driving down a jacked up interstate and get cut off and threatened in the "we-know-how-to-drive-a-busted-old-pickup-menacingly" type of way, by a couple of coked-up wetbacks spouting curses and shooting the bird, who then proceed to threaten your life by pulling out a friggin HANDGUN, tell me how at that moment and for some moments after, you wouldn't feel a little angry. get back to me on that...42.
yeah i said wetbacks. cause i'm totally tongue in cheek.

Yeah what. Return of the King was like a freight train of Santa Claus delivering the hot bomb treats of the December month. That and, it was like a freight train of vengeance/violence in the true "my soul will not rest till i have purged thee from the earth, nemesis" style.
So that is my slightly more interrupting, extended-er rave review on the destined fruitful finale of the Lord of the Rings epic. Speaking of epics, road rage incidents on the perilous route home on I-40 make me want to swear a blood vengeance to slaughter all alcoholic mexican pickup truck drivers. A blood vengeance to kill...with precision and skill.
Or maybe I just shouldn't sweat it, since I won't need to drive for the next couple months. Besides, the Army will teach me to suppress all my emotions, perhaps including or excluding anger. Either way...if taking a life ever becomes an imminent destiny for me, it'll be like...a cool and calculated kill...or "A Man Apart" type merciless beating to death. I gotta slay...I mean say...um...merry christmas! Holiday cheer all around!

Daaaaaaaang.
So, thanks to everyone who came to the party, including all the random out-of-seemingly-nowhere type appearances. And thank you for the faithful and few strong who remained to the wee hours to represent what I would declare my last semi-official Brotherhood council. It was great.
First order of business. Keeping it real.
Last order of business. Keeping it real funny.

So anyway...after I leave for basic I plan on writing semi-often to people back home. I hope that if I write to anyone here that posts, (and I am sort of hoping to elect Mikey), that said person would reprint my letters/portions of letters in blog format so the eager masses will know what's going on with their good pal Nate. Cause I know there are men and women that are concerned for my future, and I appreciate that wholeheartedly. Especially the women. Cause as we all know, behind every good man is a good woman. And beneath the exterior of a special forces recruit is...a cold and blackened heart.

Anyway, it looks like maybe I won't be alone? John's probability of going into the Army seems high. And he is smarter than most of the entrants. So I would say since he has his pick of careers, everyone be supportive of him. I mean...look at it this way...John could still be selling insurance to pay for an expensive truck, and I could have ended up selling cars to pay for an expensive girlfriend. Or any combination of those things, since he and I both like trucks and girls.
Point being...there are things a lot closer to suicide than walking onto a battlefield.

I'm wrecklessly senseless. Goodnight.

speaking of facial hair, one time me and my friend Jeff had a beard-off contest that lasted for 5 months. that was sophomore year when i had a goatee that doubled as a food storage bin.
speaking of accounting, i never had to take but one math class in college. this is because i didn't have a real major. i just hope my mom continues to do my taxes for me every year.

and speaking of house parties, i hope i will see everyone at mine tomorry. we're gonna make revenge of the nerds look like revenge of the nerds 4.

when i went into work this morning, Charlie told me i had two days to shave, whatever it was i was trying to grow on my face, off...

i love my job...

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

So...today was an interesting day. I might as well recount the general events as that there's nothing of particular rock-out-funniness.

I woke up at 12 noon, celebrating my month of sleeping late before I have to get up at 2 AM every morning and run 3 miles. Went to work, dropped off my uniform, talked to Danny and Jon for half an hour.
And then...Jon and I went to the mall, and I ran into Liz, and she gave me a Liz hug, which is probably almost as awesome as a Mikey hug...but I wouldn't know-Mikey has the blackness of a serpents heart with me when it comes to anything that could be remotely construed as homoeroticism. Of course, the Liz hug certainly couldn't beat a Kildoo hug, which has like...the power of 10,000 dragons. Nice dragons.
Jon and I drove back to Chik Fila and parted ways.
Then I stopped by to see my friends Amanda and Marcela at their Spartan Place apartment...the same apartment that Heather and Kelly had last year.

Well...dropped by campus, and I thought the eyes of non-chalant hate were beaming into my skull, cause I had the ill-fortune of running into the one guy who irrationally hates me for no reason. So...a very awkward handslap was exchanged between me and Mr. Ten Year Senior. I started to get in a bad mood but then I ran into the best combination of people I could see at that moment, which was Christie Ray, Zoe, Laura and Daniel. And life was good.
Then I got to see Emily G. and Connie, and my day of cameos and guest appearances was complete.
So, yeah, my day was awesome. It was like a real life version of some deleted scene in a nostalgic-feel-good-about-the-younger-days kind of movie.

The only thing that could have made it better was John Gregory jumping out of some bush and saying "BAM!"

I could only feel good knowing it was him that said it. Thus I will be looking forward to next weekend, when...John rocks this hizzouse. Oh yes. This hizzouse.

Sidenote:
You're all invited to my house Friday the 12th. Around 6-ish. I will get directions to anyone who contacts me. It will be fun, food, games, etc, etc. Five kinds of crazy. Or three. But more kinds of crazy if you (that means you!) come. And John will be there. Wearing a wig and loin cloth. Or...at least a hoodie.

and now for another low quality post...

under seige is the bomb yo! john knows...

--thank you

Ehmmm. Excuse me boys. Do you think it would be possible for you to return to posting quality reading material instead of all these lame, pointless movie reviews and idle retaliative bickering?? Yeh, thanks.

Just as long as no one makes fun of Over the Top...that's the best movie ever.