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| 'So I haven't posted in a while.' That's how 99.3% of all entries
start out. You know what? I'm not going to apologize for
not posting. I have a life, and it doesn't require a keyboard!
But I love you all anyway. Most of you anyway. Except for
that weird guy from Kentucky who keeps sending me weird e-mails.
Here's a brief synopsis of my life since I last wasted your time with a non-intimate message:
I had a birthday, transitioned out of the teens, had lots of people
show me how much they love me. Pretty much the entire caff sang
to me at lunch. Did I say caff? I meant calf. I was
in a stable, and was feeding the cattle to try to get an extra
meal. They were mooing in the key of F#, which is a pretty hard
key to moo in.
I planned my suite's MICE date and lost much sleep and even more
hair. For those of you who don't know every intimate detail of my
life, MICE is a school-sponsered event which is an acronym for Men
Initiate Creative Entertainment. It was only by the grace of God
that it was actually a success. In fact, all the girls pretty
much wanted to marry me, but luckily I maintained a spirit of humility
throughout the whole thing.
Here was the rundown;
A. Went to pizza-hut, ate stuffed-crust, baby! That was the highlight right there!
We had a PHD, which was a pizza-hut drawing contest. We didn't
draw pizza huts, mind you, we just had the girls draw a 't-shirt logo'
for the date. Some drew mazes, some drew cheese, one drew a
demonic flying green whale that was trying to eat golden angelic
mice. Acid trip, I called that one. I then critiqued them
about their lack of artistry and tried to make them cry. It
didn't work.
B. We went to J. Alvin, our dorm. As Kevin once said "This would
be a great place to have a finger-blaster war!" (That's a
second-hand source, btw, from Jesse. I'd cite him, but I lost my
MLA handbook) We then had the next best thing: A Nerf War!
But before we did that we had everyone paint their dates' faces with
halloween camo paint. It was messy.
C. We went to this scenic place and had a campfire. We made
s'mores, which is a contraction for sophmores, but there was only two
sophmores who actually ate them. Oh well. I star-watched
with Michael, my favorite cowboy in the world and his date. We
snuggled to conserve body-heat. It was strictly platonic, untill
Michael started 'accidentally' slipped his hand on my thigh.
D. I went to the bank and found that I was bankrupt because no one has
paid me back for the expenses yet. Hmmm... things to do...
Today is Halloween. I'm dressed up as the biker from The Village
People. Jesse, I, and some other of my suite-mates were
included. Jesse was the Construction man, and we had an Indian,
Cowboy, and Recruiter. I need to post pictures of it as soon as I
figure out how.
I'll end this post, because my suite is about to have a ritualistic
shaving session, as tomorrow is the first of "No Shave November".
I'm gonna be pretty scruffy...
Goodbye friends. Those of you who are actually reading this... Hmmm...
-Panama
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| This is an update to make Mary Beth happy.
-Bickel
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| 1:20 AM, Monday morning, just finished with my homeworks.
Played Lewis and Clark today with Jesse and one've my man-friends named
Luke. We canoed on icky swamp water. The natives kept
throwing acorns at us, untill Jesse poured out his hippy-wrath and
threw 20 pound rocks at them in retaliation and bashed all their elbows.
I think both my parents know about this "xangcrap" of mine, so I guess I've got to start posting obsceneities. =(
I guess I'll also learn how to spell =(
If I do not go to bed now, I'm going to be twitching in class.
Goodnight loves.
-Bickel
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| Flu. It tugs at my soul. It weakens my perception. It shows me how pain truly feels.
But darn it, cough drop sure taste a heck've a lot better than I remember!
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| I'd just like to point out that Ashley Bush probably doesn't even understand what the word owned means.
I had a three-hour audition from hell for the pirates of penzance last
night. It was so strenuous I feel like leaving the title of the
musical undercase and un-italicized.
I've always considered myself an artistic, dramatic person, but this
goes too far. Anyway, they're positngthe results of the auditions
tomorrow morning. I'm sleeping in tomorrow morning in protest.
For anyone who actually happens upon this site and didn't know, I've
got a purevolume site with my old Indian roommate at
www.purevolume.com/theearlyafter Be warned, I say the 'damn' word
in the second song, so if this would offend you, put your hands over
your ears and say "LA LA LA LA LA!" when you hear "Dam..." in good
Fundamentalist fashion.
And if you are indeed a Fundamentlaist, please don't read the previous sentance.
I also have a PV site at www.purevolume.com/bickel that no one goes to anymore.
I bought my first pair of women's jeans today. I'm so proud.
Of my body.
And am not afraid to show it. Hollah hollah!
Alright newbs, I'm off to a little something I call a non-medically-induced state of sonemanship.
Keep your eyes dry and shirts well-ironed.
-Bickel
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