Tired Male, seeking large comfy bed...

No such luck, have my board here to sleep on. I think the latex things we slept on in PR were more comfortable. Have to get up early. Gonna run before church, probably because if i dont before there isnt a snowballs chance in hell that i'm going to do anything but sleep after lunch. Went to a rowing contest. Hot females. Think i need to learn some stuff about rowing ( actualy i beleavet the official term is skulling). Well must go brush teeth, then sleep.

i brent and happy

i finnally managed to get my mits on a collection of emily dickinson poems. its the librarys but this means i have something to feed my brain for the weekend. Yes! I've tried diving into these stupid ministerial books we're suposed to read but thier about as intilectual as my book bag, and my book bag might actualy contain more usefull stuff. Well chapels about to start. One last thought, is that suposed to be your pocker face or was someone run over by a train?

intermidable play practice

I am in the back of Judd Theater and i'm listening the part of the phantom of the opera that copied to my computer. Tired, want to go home and go to sleep. So many things bouncing about my head. Think the ferrit may get a long email. My life: nothing like processed low sodium melodrama.

I Brent, am out-generaled

Ok, so i have this theory. The theory a certain person was reading my blog. In order to acertan my hunch was correct ( it seemed mildy confirmed) i decided to put it to a test. Hence i put forth the idea that i would be thirty minutes late to the gym, a the while planning to be there at the normal time. I arrive as planned. Nothing, alright i am dead wrong, ok. Then about 7:15 in walks said person. Allright so this totaly blows my theory. Either a. person does read said blog ( which is possible, the person works out, so far as i've been able to figure mondays and thursday mornings, though, i've only notticed this pattern as in refrence to what occured last week), or this person willing on the persons own accord arrived five minutes before i was suposed to. Not to mention saying helo ( its been, to record something like two weeks since that has happened). I'm at a loss. Ok, so i was feeling mildy foolish and kinda bad about the whole thing, but i figured i probably wouldnt have a chance to ever make it up so whatever. Not sure what to do. All my grand theries just went up in smoke. Crap, going to have to rethink the whole thing ( no snickers from the peanut gallery please). It seemed like...well maybe...ok so i'm confused, think i'll go...do something else now.

Teachers need guns :part two

Ok, i was cut off in the middle of the last post so here we go again. They need training and off course psycological assesment to make sure they wouldnt use the guns to hurt. People dont complain about pilots having guns, why do people say,ahhhh!!!Teachers with guns! And for those teachers that dont want them, or have something against guns, i've just one thing to say. Do you want some freak coming in, taking your kids hostage, then messing with them? Maybe shooting a couple of them? Its not that the teacher would have to use the gun, its like museum security, you know that your being " watched" so you dont do anything stupid. If you know the moment you step into that class room with a gun your dead meat, no chance to make you statement or screw with the students, your not going to. But wont that drive the bad guys to become more professional? No. These people arent logical human beings. They want an easey target. Take away the easey targett and national platform for them to get their message out, and these shootings will stop. I dont want my kids being around teachers with guns you may scream. Ok, so you'd rather have them shot and molested? When the world stops being so screwed up no one will needs guns anymore, but as thats probably not going to happen we need to stop being victems, waiting for some freak to come take advantage off us. Wont teachers be more at risk? Yes, they will be. But first, the people coming in probably dont have anymore experience than computer games, and as great as people like to say they are, that doesnt compete with actual training. Give them bullit proof vest's. The technology has advanced so much that they would be relativily easey to hide, and as the shooters probably not good enough to try for a head shot, and not going to have axcess to anything powerfull enough to shoot through it, the teacher would be prettty safe. Mine may not be the best solution, but somethings got to be done. We cant just sit by and say, oh! my! how horrible, we're all so sorry... you be sorry, i want people to be safe. Last but not least. Shooting kids? Yes. The moment that person picks up a gun and starts to shoot or threaten people he/she's not a kid anymore. Its not such a happy thought, but unfortunatly reality is very rarely happy.

What this counrty needs: teachers with Guns

Ok, i dont know about you, but i'm getting tired of wierd people storming into schools and shooting people. So being the genius that i am i thought, how do we fix this? These People know pretty much thier going to die, so that doesnt scare them. Well then you must prevent them from doing whatever they came to do, stop whatever statement they were going to make, before it can be made. How do you do this? Stop them, or if you prefer make them understand that they wont have a chance to do whatever stupid thing they want to do. Give teachers guns. Its not so much that they must use them, its more that the bad guys know their there. If Bad Guy knows the moment he steps into a class room with his gun, the teacher can, and will nail him, he's not going to do it. Its not so much that he's scared of dieing, its more like he's scared of dieing before he acomplishes his goal. Teachers of course will need training off course.g2g

Last FM: why you must drop everything right now and go download it

Ok , so i didnt come up with it all by my lonesome ( kudos to The Brandon), but its pretty freakin' sweet. Its a music website. Its free to sign up, and it lets people ( if you want them to) see what your listening to. Its also has online radio station ( i think there actualy just mixes normal people came up with), and you can pick any sort of music to listen to. Very Eclectic, to use a buzz word. Personaly i think the words realy just means that peoples attention span has gotten shorter so they now need more types of music to keep them from getting bored. Digging on some jazz right now ( funny how my listening habits work, was digging on Nickleback then some old country stuff John denver and J. Cash, now its jazz, ahhhh...an atention span is a wonderfull thing to lose). Well must go do some studying.

You do stupid very well

Ok, so i almost said it, but thank the god thats in charge of me not saying mean things to pretty girls, i didnt. These two babes ( very much so) were doing this weird thing across the lawn. They were doing deep need bends, or if you prefer, moving then neeling on one knee, then moving kneeling on the other knee. There wasnt anyway i was going to get past them without laughing at them, so i asked them if they were doing it for some sort of rush thing. They said no, thier just being stupid. I was this close to saying you do stupid realy well. But i didnt, almost wish i had. There is a very cynical very derisive part of me that realy wanted to and is kicking me for not doing so.

Missing my medicine ball...

Didnt get to workout with the old medicine ball today. May or may not get to work out with it tommorow. It all depends. What i feel like when i wake up at 6:40, wether or not i take that extra 30 minutes of sleep or not. If i do end up hitting the gym at 7:20-30 instead of the usual 6:40, it may realy screw with my getting up paterns ( like i'll never get up at 6:40 again) but i'm trying to decide if i care. I realy like being up in the morning, but i could use the extra sleep and/or time. Its not like i couldnt work out in the afternoon. Still i'm afriad that if i switch i just wont work out anymore. Well we'll see. I do have a test in life of christ, so it'll depend on how much sleep little brenty gets.

Paraniod me: Alright sports fans if i get throught this week without a heartattack i may be very lucky

Purple, is the operative color. They wear purple ( lambda's color). Anyone wearing purple is a potential enemy. Ok. So i'm beganing to worry. Or i just have an overactive imagination, aided by a brain filled with to much information about spies and wars and other stuff. Well, friends its time to lay down the ground rules as Tony Mendez would ( i read both of his books, if you want a good picture of how to be a spy, read them Spy Dust, and Master of Disguise by Tony Medez).

• Assume nothing.
• Murphy is right.
• Never go against your gut; it is your operational antenna.
• Don't look back; you are never completely alone.
• Everyone is potentially under opposition control.
• Go with the flow, blend in.
• Vary your pattern and stay within your cover.
• Any operation can be aborted. If it feels wrong, it is wrong.
• Maintain a natural pace.
• Lull them into a sense of complacency.
• Build in opportunity, but use it sparingly.
• Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.
• Don't harass the opposition.
• There is no limit to a human being's ability to rationalize the truth.
• Technology will always let you down.
• Pick the time and place for action.
• Keep your options open.
• Once is an accident. Twice is coincidence. Three times is an enemy action.
• Well, i may not actualy have to worry, but better safe than sorry.
  I watching my back. Their list of resorces: Rushies, Rushies guy friends, My sister, list of friends and aquaintences ( an information network).
  My resources: me, i proubly could tap the lambda network if i needed to ( covertly off course) but cant move untill my enemy shows itself ( if there actualy is an enemy), which sucks becuase that gives them the initiative, giving me a handicap. No doubt they wont utilize thier resources ( if indeed i am a target), but i figure its best to plan for a very orginized enemy, than it is to plan for a disorganized one. Never, ever, ever underestimate your enemy. Well have to do some play stuff.
  

Helo Sports Fans

Well so far i've been safe, perhaps all of lambda isnt out to get me ( I AM NOT PARANOID). Life's still pretty good. Got my medicine ball workout in ( wasnt actualy all that much longer, about twenty thirty minutes more). Hit the caf, ate and read cartoons. Then i walked past the coffee shop, then i walked past it again, this time pausing to enter said establishment. Bought a large capuccino ( not sure thats what i had, but thats what dictionary.com said it was), which for the record was pretty cheap only 2.25 , however it was about 16oz, my normal medium helping of 1.25 coffee back home. It was good, hot as heck. Reread the last chapter of that stupid book i have to write a report on. Have to simmer down before i write the report, but here's a great coment "if you want to know about the faith of God's people, read the bible. If you have an issue of discernment, review the sayings of the desert fathers and mothers. If you have a problem with pride, consult Francis of Assisi. The faithful-like Saint Ignatius, John Calvin, Martin Luther, John Wesly, Jonathan Edwards, Thomas Merton, Henri Nouwen-offer the followers of Christ much wisdom on scores of issiues." I HATE SEMINARY TYPES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Life Dear Friends is Good ( sort off)

Very Good, my 9:30 class was just canceled. Doesnt make any differnce for me getting up though. Need to maintain the old sleep patern or i'll never get up at 6:40 again. It just means i have a lot of extra time in the morning, helo realy long breakfast, and helo getting my intro to ministry homework done, and helo realy long workout ( which is good, cause i have to cut my saturday one down a lot). All this makes for a happy Brent.
There are some things that make for an unhappy Brent off course. I still feel incredably foolish ignoring the guru, not to mention kinda bad. Bumped into her at the caf today, and i'm guesing that girl thinks i dont evan know who she is ( i brent am superb actor). Kinda gets the old concience though. Its hard doing that to a realy genuinly nice person. Maybe i'll say hi tommorow in the gym ( she was there this morning but i kind off did the whole dont know you thing). Not sure wether to apologize or not. Hmmm...we'll see. Well got some sleeping to do.

Some Random Thoughts

Thought 1. I have Skype! Very cool. Have been calling my peeps. Gonna call Matt latter today. Phsyced about that. didnt think i'd actualy use a phone if i had it, but this isnt actualy a phone ( and it makes me feel like someone from a science fiction thing with my cool mike), and its rather boring, so i may start calling people. Ok onto other stuff.
Thought2. There are certian andvantages/disadvantages to being my little sisters little brother. I have it on a good authority that i had better watch my back this week ( its rush week) becuase all the lambda girls know me, and they have these things called little sisters ( the rushie is their slave) and a few of the sis's friend have a score or two to settle with me ( i might have gotten them with water balloons at the lambda/kappa water balloon fight). This could be bad and good. Thier all ( the rushies) are sophmores , which means their my age, bad becuase the older girls have very...well let us say dangerous imaginations. I may be hiding in my room for the rest of the week.
Though 3. I just bought a realy cool mike. Its by logitech, it was like twenty bucks, and its pretty dang sweet. Makes me look like some sort of space comander type. Well class is about to start.

Welcome to your Mon-dee

Hope your all excited about your Mon-deeeee. I'm not. Bored. Have stuff to do. Am in spanish right now. Waiting for every one to get here. Every one just sort of oozes into class monday morning. Have a Dr's aptt today at 12:45. Not that excited get to get stuck with needles, what fun. Well class is suposed to be starting so must sign off.

Todays Post

Hey everyone! Been some time since the last post ( ok so i'm feeling a little bit guilty for not posting every two seconds). Today wasnt bad. Got up, did some running. Had a moderate workout with the old medicine ball, and weights, ate, went to church. Met some people. Went to lunch. Slept the day away until 4. Got up, memorzied some stuff. Ate two peices of cold pizza. Drank some milk and ate some grapz thingys ( choclate chip cookies). Went to church. Two chicks sat next to me ( this was the highlight of the servace, the relationtionship serries is finnally over, yes!) Went home. Practiced till about 25 minutes ago. We open next week! Ahhhhh!!!!!!! must memorize! Must keep breathing! Ok well going to go do something else.

The poster is......gone

Not there anymore, i'd dance and sing but the level of boredom and tireddom is to opressive. I woke up at 7:20, went to the gym at 8, ate breakfast at 9, got to practice early, the building was locked, walked around building, went back to my dorm to make sure practice was were i thought it was, got back at 9:30, got in sat around a bit. Did some warm ups. Sat. Its now 11:27, my scene is almost here. I'm stuck here till one. But then i get to go to the fair. That should be fun, going to brush up on the rather quick work out i had this morning ( just running and medicine ball) then probably some seirous homework, Well i'm suposed to paying attention. I Brent am professional sitter.

Moral Dillema's

Ok, here we go. We ( my intro to ministry group) watched the Emperors Club. What a bunch of crap. Borring as heck. Weirder than...well just very weird. Point? Yes i suppose there is one, but not sure what the heck it is. Well already bored, have some others stuff to do, no longer care very much about my not so moral dillema, got to go.

not to make lite of a serious situation but...

When the program ended, all of the male lions were given vasectomies to prevent further breeding, Kumar said.
Poor guys.

Fun In The Sun With Brent

Ok first my cool story, then you get to here about the swag i scored. Ok cool story, why i now like spanish class. Ok so there's this pretty cool chick ( granted right now her hair is in corn rows and doesnt look all that hot, but in these flirtateos relationship things, who cares?) in Spanish. So we were playing this game ( we have a test realy soon). She was on my team. You get five peaces of candy and you pass one to your right if you can anser the question afrimitivily ( word on the street its a pretty...umm...shall we say inapropriate game out in the real world, but it was sanatized for our christian school). So the teacher ( because none of us knows any spanish vocab) asked if any of use wanted a girlfriend, i'm like hey, yes! So i pass my candy. Lets just say she was digging on the Brent ( and she's single). Dont think anythings going to happen, but i thought it was a good story.
Ok, onto my sweet swag that i scored at IT. All the freshman had to get new laptops ( they just switched the hard drives) becuase Dell sent us the wrong ones. They were giving out micro phones which are suposed to be pretty dang sweet.
Other news. Get to hang with the missions gall tonight. OK so it is a class project ( we're watching the emperors club ) but its going to beat the tar out of my normal friday nights. Boyfriend or no, any female on friday night is superior, heck, doing anything ( picking my nose) would be a step up from my friday night ( think Battle Star Gallectica, and you get the picture)
Well chapels about to start.

The Shocker: may be off my wall soon

Ok, so i'm not sure i handled the situation corectly, but the thing needs to go, and frankly after reading the description on Wikipedia i now no longer have any qualms about its removeall. I sent a email to the guy who checks our rooms, giving him a link to wikipedia, and telling him i didnt want to ask my room mate becuase i'm stuck with this guy for the rest of the year and want to maintian a state friendly realtions with him. I just want the poster gone, that is realy all that needs to happen. ah well, i fear that this is the start of the war. Well, it'll be lots of fun. I'll keep ya'll posted.

Hearing Gods Call by Ben Cambell Johnson subtitled why i hate seminary boys

Ok so if your a seminary girl, i hate you to. Even if your hot. Ok on to my book review. This guy is just so wacked out. Methinks he's spent a few years to many in the old seminary. His use of the colloquial english is non-existant, instead he chooses to use excessive amounts of verbage, to the point of superfluousness, obscuring his already rather amphibological objective. That is how he would put he uses a lot of big words that obscure his already vague point. Aperently Gods call is somehow tied to my attention span, and as soon as i get bored Gods call is changing. Instead of talking to people when you have a problem, you just let it fester till you have to quit your job and move away. Oh and the Preacher is the head of the church, does all the work, the elders well, as of yet, i havent heard the term yet, so i'm not exactly sure what they do.

Hyper Extrovert Brent is here with us today

Ok, first about my hyperness and then onto a long list of boring stuff. Ok so im feeling good today. Undoubtedly it has something to with my extra long workout that invovled some serious medicine ball time. That and its raining. I love the rain. Madly and pationatly. I have my extrovert shirt on today, litteraly. Its a bright blue one. It may not have been a wise move, every one else seems to be going around like t-rexs with a sore tooth, and looking slightly more presentable than aforesaid creature. Rule to sureviving life: never ever be the only cheery one in on a collige campus of two thousand people, the odds dont stack up well in your favor.
Ok onto the less important but so much more interesting stuff. I met Ben at the gym today. For all of you who dont know Ben, he is a guy from my church back home. Anyway he was pumping the old iron and we stopped and chatted a bit. I spotted for him a couple times. That boy was lifting two mac trucks. Granted there still is some extra poundage going on, his work out isnt what i would call all that ballanced. In fact the softball girls ( yes plural, i dont know any of them, but i assume thats the only group of people that would be up at that ungodly hour of the morning, though Im geusing its probably also a mix of the girls soccer team) could probably beat him up. Truth be told they could beat me up. Well moving on before i start to dwell on my 150 pound weakling ness.
Ummm.... already read my comics. Theres always the news. Hmmm...well have something else to do. I could panic about the quiz Im about to take, Nah, waste of time.

I Brent, hopped up on caffeine

I didnt mean to. I realy didnt. But well it just sort of happened. I saw someone one drinking soda across the auditorium, out of a beutiful green and yellow can. I couldnt resist, it had been so long. I was lucky i nabbed the last can of dew and it was gone in minutes, forgott how much i love the stuff. Lucky for me though i just had a peanut butter shake so i'll crash a whole lot sooner because of the suger. Not that i matters, i can put myself to sleep if need be. If square breathing doesnt work i can do this thing were i just stop thinking and go to sleep. Its a lot like imagining you were sinking into inky black pools of sleep, no doubt something akin to hypmatizing yourself but not quite.Well have a little bit of homework to do.

I contemplate withdrawing back into the hoody

So i've had my nap. I'm still moderatly bleary eyed. I'm not especialy hungery but i need dinnner before church, so i head over to the caf. I get in line and this chick asks me something. I might have known her, i might not off. I was tired. I think i just sort of looked at her funny. She and the two cafateria people laughed. I think i may withdraw into my hoody. No chicks stairing or talking, just me in my nice, warm hoody. Granted right now its a little hot for a hoody. But i think the temperature is going to drop. So we'll see. Still tired. Want my hoody.

Cafiene and things

I am tired. I am either going to go purchase myself a mountain dew, or i'm going to take a nap. We'll see which. Sometime soon, i'm going to smooze down to the coffee shop and buy myself something very caffienated and stay up most of the night, writting poetry, reading, and solving lifes most important questions. Which of course is why i'm a little leary of o.d'ing on caffiene right now, need to save up my caffiene trips as it were. Problem is off course there hasnt been a night that the following day doesnt matter. I work out every morning but sunday, and my satturdays now have practice from 9 to 1 oh goody got to go.

An ordinary man ( from my fair lady)

Well after all, Pickering, I'm an ordinary man,
Who desires nothing more than an ordinary chance,
to live exactly as he likes, and do precisely what he wants...
An average man am I, of no eccentric whim,
Who likes to live his life, free of strife,
doing whatever he thinks is best, for him,
Well... just an ordinary man...
BUT, Let a woman in your life and your serenity is through,
she'll redecorate your home, from the cellar to the dome,
and then go on to the enthralling fun of overhauling you...
Let a woman in your life, and you're up against a wall,
make a plan and you will find,
that she has something else in mind,
and so rather than do either you do something else
that neither likes at all You want to talk of Keats and Milton,
she only wants to talk of love,
You go to see a play or ballet, and spend it searching
for her glove, Let a woman in your life
and you invite eternal strife,
Let them buy their wedding bands for those anxious little hands...
I'd be equally as willing for a dentist to be drilling
than to ever let a woman in my life, I'm a very gentle man,
even tempered and good natured
who you never hear complain,
Who has the milk of human kindness
by the quart in every vein,
A patient man am I, down to my fingertips,
the sort who never could, ever would,
let an insulting remark escape his lips
Very gentle man...
But, Let a woman in your life,
and patience hasn't got a chance,
she will beg you for advice, your reply will be concise,
and she will listen very nicely, and then go out
and do exactly what she wants!!!
You are a man of grace and polish,
who never spoke above a hush,
all at once you're using language that would make
a sailor blush, Let a woman in your life,
and you're plunging in a knife,
Let the others of my sex, tie the knot around their necks,
I prefer a new edition of the Spanish Inquisition
than to ever let a woman in my life I'm a quiet living man,
who prefers to spend the evening in the silence of his room,
who likes an atmosphere as restful as
an undiscovered tomb,
A pensive man am I, of philosophical joys,
who likes to meditate, contemplate,
far for humanities mad inhuman noise,
Quiet living man....
But, let a woman in your life, and your sabbatical is through,
in a line that never ends comes an army of her friends,
come to jabber and to chatter
and to tell her what the matter is with YOU!,
she'll have a booming boisterous family,
who will descend on you en mass,
she'll have a large wagnarian mother,
with a voice that shatters glass,
Let a woman in your life,
Let a woman in your life,
Let a woman in your life I shall never let a woman in my life.

More Poems

I want to be a rocker in a metal band today,
Going to buy a guitar and learn how to play,
Gona' have em all screamin' for me,
It'll work just you wait and see.

Playin' and screaming
hidding behind sublimanal meaning
Gona' tell the press were to go,
Not gona mean it, its all for show.

Want to be a Rocker in a Metal band Today.

Ok so an explanation. I have my metal shirt on ( it say Metal, has a couple of sayings on it like no gate crashing, and inpropriety encouraged), my metal necklace ( a bottle cap opener) and my metal shoes on ( the boat ones with the lions on them). Granted the shirt is hidden beneath my hoody, but then its a little early to be a Rocker just yet. Have some fun in store for myself today, either going to get my roomate to take down his poster ( open house is this friday) or room check is going to make him take it down. Should be thrilling. Well as always my daily helping of cartoons is giving me the come hither look.

A poem from the muse

Acting the role, playing the part,
Decieving the masses with my art,
Trying to be someone i'm not,
Trying to be someone i forgot.

hidding behind these lies,
Oh so convincing those big brown eyes,
Trying to stop.
How? i forgot.

Knight with shinning armor gleaming,
Lance arayed with banner streaming,
Faces the aponent in black,
Who uses allusion as his attack.

Frustrated by the ethereal opponent,
I struggle and fight with wild abondonment,
And yet i'm still not sure which side to join,
Maybe i'll just flip a coin.
The Muse

Practice: oh goody, what fun

I am at practice, we have twenty minutes left, and hopefully we wont get to my scene, i just want to go home and go to bed. I must say miss marry does the part well, not sure if the concerned sort of confused look is part of her charecter or its one she perpetually wears. Its a puzzlement. I think every one has reached the point were we all just want to go home. Tired, bored, you got to feel bad for mary. She's been under the gun all day. Note to self: it realy sucks to be the main charecter. Thank the lord i dont have as many scenes as she does. Well going to go peruse some blogs. oh wait. highlight of the practice. we were moving this big wardrob thing and the assistant directer person comented that i smell nice. So the new scent is atractive, this is good to know. Whatch out girls, brent is on the prowl. After he gets a good nights rest that is, and perhaps not untill the afternoon.

My MRI ( and some vastly less important stuff which is much more interesting to moi)

Ok first my interesting stuff then i'll to the stuff that you all are actualy interested in, if you cant wait i'll do it in two paragraphs so you can just skip to the second one. Ok so i forgett my key in my dorm, i relise this right in front of the caf. Right then and there i see the handwriting on the wall. Something is coming around the corner at me, and i'd better watch out. I dont know if you ever have those feelings. Like there's a purpose behind me not eating dinner right at a certain moment, but latter ? So i go through the fun of paying fifty cents of my hard earned curency to get a code that doesnt work , only to find out its not the code, but the door, so i finaly get my card and head back to the caf. In case you dont care, tonights dinner was fruit, salad, and some sort of beef and noodles and an eggroll. Taking my seat i thank the creator and stuff my hat back on, low. Nothing happens. I'm done and wham, things begain to happen. I'd give spacifics but at the moment i think perhaps a little forthought is nessisary. However here are some great hints. I discover that Brent, behind his cool, calm exterior is extremely empathetic. That and unfortunatly he has a conscience. If only i had a heart of stone. OK last hint, perhaps i'm more grown up ( in theory at least) than i like to pretend. Ok, got to talk about something else, feeling not so good about myself right now.
Ok the part you all realy care about. Sis for reasons that are best known to herself, decides to take a posse of this elder guy and his wife to come with us. So after i registar, i sign in at 1:15 aproximently ( i cant read analog clocks) i'm then ushered into a room, the guy asks me what my problem is and i'm thinking why the heck dont you know? Then i change into this shirt thing and he puts me on this slidding table thing. Then he locks me down with this plastic chest thing and face mask duhinky. After that he slides me into this thing ( i'm being descriptive arent i). I spend the next hour and 20 minutes on my back. I actualy fell asleep once. When i got back to the waiting room, sis and posse were putting on bullitproof vests and checking to make sure they had a bullit chambered in their assault weapons before they broke down the door to the room with the MRI. Tommorrow i get to go back to the eye doctors ( sis wonders why they move so slow, gee think it might be becuase they dont think its all that serious?hmmmmmmm.....) and see what alls going down. Well have to go avail myself of the facitlitys.

good news chumps

Intermural football is here!! No more b league for this brent! B league sucks, and if i must say so i like to think i'm pretty dang good at football. Coach Rage and i used to spend some quality time withe the old pigskin, and while i'll never be a good QB ( corection the amount of work it would take to become a good QB isnt worth it, i have the arm for it, but the spiral, well lets just say it takes a long time for Brent to get warmed up) but i can catch anything you throw at me, and am pretty dang fast. Watch out A team, here i come! ( Problem is it'll probably coincide with play practice, but hopefully we'll be getting done earlier, becuase every day but monday we're going to be starting earlier.
Random thoughts: 1. Today is prep boy day. Didnt mean to, but i didnt have a pair of shorts that matched my shirt, so i'm wearing cords and my school shoes. I look pretty dang hot, but who wants to look hot in the morning. I'm not a big fan of those that look spiffy in the morning, in fact i generaly hide my spiffyness under a hoody till about noon. 2. Not so big on the hugging thing. You know, people you dont realy know being like hay! and hugging you. Ok so this has only happened once. but i dont hug, its just the way i am. I hug when i leave on long trips or someone else is leaveing on long trips. Not when i'm going to see you the next day. Kinda weird. Well my cartoons are calling me , brent out.

My social life ( and some side notes)

Ok so the med askes ( short for medlock, girl in the play) me to come play volleyball. I admit i had some misgivings, was worried about the old bacholerhood for a moment or two. Thankfully my overactive imagination was just overacting. We had some decent volleyball going. I sucked, but i had my moments, would have been better if i could see out of both eyes but thats going to be fixed soon so we'll have a rematch. Sis you'd have loved to see the med chew your little freshman friend in two, he was there, flying full colors, and i think she scared him spitless. Haha. Ok so after playing in the wet sand i shower off and am brushing my teeth. This guy i know ( kind off weird but friendly) comes in and is like, Dude your ripped. Then asks me my secret. I have no secrets. I do crunches, use weights, use the machines and last but not least i do some time with my medicine ball. I think it probably has something to do with the fact that i eat moderatly heathly ( breakfast is eggs, biscuits and gravy, wheaties, lunch is usaly just a salad, dinners whatever meat and side with a salad) and i have a fast motabolism. I'm guesing he does a whole lot more than me in the lifting area but he looks like pasty boy. Makes me laugh. Lifting a bazzillion pounds five times does you squat my dear friends. Lift half that ten times for two repatitions and you'll look and feel better. Well must get to bed. oh, i get to do my medicine ball workout tomorrow, yes! Its a late day so i can stay in the gym till 8:30 ( probably wont, but i could) and still eat breakfast and get to class on time. Tired must sleep...

ok , we are not a violent [people

This is starting to make me laugh. I admit that i may have gotten interested in this story by visiting brandons blog. But its realy just, well for lack of a better word, funny. The pope called us violent, lets burn some churchs, shoot some christians, burn the pope in effigy, declare jihad to express our outrage at being called a violent people. We are not violent!!!!!!! All this person has to say, is i would like to quote from the conversation of Emperor Brentaxonuis the Magnificent, perfect, and all around studly guy and some raghead, Bull!!!!!!!!

The 411 on optic nerves

The Optic Nerve

The two optic nerves are the connections between the eyes and the rest of the brain, and all visual information passes through them. The optic disc--the part of the optic nerve that a doctor sees when he looks into an eye--is 1.5-2.0 mm in diameter—only about 1/16th of an inch.

Disorders of the optic nerve are called optic neuropathies. The commonest optic neuropathy is glaucoma, characteristically a disease where damage to the nerve is produced by elevated pressure inside the eye. The damage can be prevented or arrested by lowering intraocular pressures by medications or surgery. There are literally dozens of other disorders that can affect these important structures.

Inflammation produces optic neuritis, which usually presents as sudden visual loss and pain on eye movement. There is no known effective treatment, but vision usually spontaneously improves over weeks or months. Because optic neuritis may be associated with inflammation in other parts of the brain, magnetic resonance imaging is obtained. ( this sounds a lot like whats going down, i'm having my magnetic resonance imaging tomorrow)

Another disorder that presents as sudden visual loss is ischemic optic neuropathy, a problem with the circulation to the optic nerve. In older persons this may be a sign of a generalized inflammation of blood vessel walls known as giant cell arteritis. Ischemic optic neuropathy itself has no known effective treatment, but giant cell arteritis should be treated with corticosteroids to prevent more blood vessels from closing off.

Another optic neuropathy that fortunately is rare in the United States is nutritional. In the early 1990’s more than 50,000 Cubans developed visual loss and other symptoms because their diets were deficient in essential B vitamins.

Infections can affect the optic nerves. A bacterial infection contracted by contact with cats leads to leakage of blood vessels in the optic nerve that spreads into the retina—neuroretinitis.

The optic nerves are also an indicator of increased pressure inside the skull. Swelling of the optic nerve, called papilledema, requires urgent evaluation as tumors, bleeding, and obstruction of cerebrospinal fluid flow known as hydrocephalus must be excluded.

Sometimes the appearance of an optic nerve is difficult to interpret. A few people have optic nerves that appear swollen, but are not. This is pseudo-papilledema. Especially in children, calcifications buried in the optic nerves known as drusen may produce pseudopapilledema. Such calcifications show up on ultrasound or CT.

A normal optic nerve is an important sign of health. Testing of the optic nerves’ function includes measurement of visual acuity, assessment of color vision, visual fields, pupillary reactions, and ophthalmoscopy (looking inside the eye with various optical instruments). Because glaucoma is a common and usually treatable disease, tonometry—determination of intraocular pressure—is part of most eye examinations.

While you all were out

I did the old medicine ball workout. Took a shower. Napped for an hour. Got up, went to dinner. Halfway through my dinner ( my pork loin and rice pilaf was already down the shoot, and i was working on my salad) this bevy of chicks plop themselves down across from brent. Not sure if it was intentional or not. Dont realy care. Anyway their conversation cracks me up. Aparently they were hacked off at some guy who was dating one of their friends becuase they never see her anymore. Only the frazing was something along the lines of " he took her away from us" i almost chocked on my salad, it was hard not to just burst out laughing. Dinner was promptly speeded up. Well have a bit of online sleuthling to do. Sherlock Brent out.

My work out

Ok, for some reasons people think i go to the gym and kill myself. Once upon a time i was doing that becuase i didnt have any idea how the machines work. Now i dont. In fact a lot of guys i see in there ( granted i usaly only see them once a week) are doing a whole lot more than me. I do my normal work out , minus one repatition cycle and a whole lot less pushups ( think i was doing around 90 now i'm doing 40 maybe) then i do two repitition cycles on the machines, anywere from ten to fifteen reps, at about maybe ( i'm not sure i have the weights figured out ) 40, 50 pounds. Thats not all that much. IN fact it may actualy be something like twenty to twenty five pounds. Not that rough. I then like to spend some quality time with a medicine ball. First i must say if you hate working out, you will love medicine balls. There a bunch of fun. Granted their tricky little buggers, you'd think a ten pound one wouldnt weigh all that much, but thier pretty heavy, so watch out for that. Not especialy manly, but when my muscles are bulging from the old work out and i step onto the mat to work out with a medicine ball no one's questioning my manhood. Anyways i missed my medicine ball workout today do to time constraints. Tommorrow however is a late day so i'll be spending some quality time with the medicine ball. Well both my jump rope and my medicine ball are calling me, and so is the nap i'm going to take at the end of the hour or so, so bon voyage.

My freshman seminar teacher thinks i'm on drugs

Ok so my pupils right now are as big as dimes. I'm sitting in the front row of freshman seminar. After class he ask me how things are going. Could be he was wondering about my eyes becuase i emailed him i might not be in class becuase of my doctors apointment. But he didnt respond to my email, so he might not have read it. Which means , as huge pupils go along with drugs and stuff, i'm guessing he thinks i'm a crack head. OH goody. Well i have to go find out my teachers names and tell them i wont be in there class tomorrow. Adios amigos.

Asering all your coments in one long post

OK first about the Docters. So we get there and we do what every one does at the doctors, we sit, and sit and sit After we had spent some quality time sitting we got called in. The nurse asked some questions and then asertained that when i said everything was blurry ( my left eye that is), i was telling the truth. Then the doctor comes in does the same thing the nurse does then dialates my eyes. AFter that he shines some lights in it, and tells me i need to get an mri becuase the optical nerve is swollen and he wants to make sure its not pushing on anything or somethings not pushing on it whatever. Sis takes all this to mean i'm going to die the next day and promptly spreads the word to my parents who are already freaking out becuase they can do absolutly nothing. Dont you just love sisters? If for instance my head was going to explode he would have sent us to the emergency room to get an mri today as aposed to finding the closest most convientent place then scheduling one for tommorrow. If i was going to die, he would have had me in the hospital, but i'm not. Let me say that again, my head is not going to explode. Rage, i'm going to refrence you to The Females in my life, i think it was, the very bottom of the post ( its long and there is some adding to that list, but i think i may not do so right away, or ever so read the post)

To teh Doctors here we go

I am curently sitting in my sisters car awaiting her arival, becuase males arent suposed to be in the courtyard this early in the morning. Going to some ophthomologist guy who's suposed to solve all my problems. Excited? No i am not. Other than beiing able to see clearly out of my left eye agian and these stupid headaches to be gone, i dont like Doctors. Does anyone? Ok, eye doctors arent as bad as dentists i admit. Well i just remebered that i havent had the daily helping of cartoons and one of the guys was escaping from jail ( tarzan) and the other ( captain murphy) was getting sucked into a black hole.

My childishness amazes ( even) me

Ok, class its time for a story. The guru was in the gym this morning. I nottice this, do to the fact that a couple times i was spotted first, i know that the guru also knows i am there. I make my descission, i am going to pretend i do not see her. It was rough. I had a very hard time not laughing at myself, I did break out into a realy stupid grin once or twice. But the story continues, after calling the sis after seeing the nurse ( appt at 10:30) , i hit breakfast. The guru is there ahead of me. Pulling the hat down low, i move in. I brent, make myself laugh. A lot.

My moral dillema

Ok, so i have to hit the nurses office at 8. Wait, never mind i'm cool. Yes!!!!! My mind moves slower than most. YOu see i had this problem, i needed to be at the nurses office at 8, this messes with my schedule. But you see it doesnt realy. I can be there around 8:10 ish or so, so i dont have to get up early, which would mean getting to the gym early which would mean intruding on someone else's ( i think) gym time, which for me personaly would be awkward, not realy a big deal, but i'd feel bad. Ok so i just wiggled my way out of feeling bad, Yes!!! happy brent. Ok, i'm going to try to reinstall w. blogger after i put a link to firefox, which for the reccord is so much cooler than internet explorer.

This weather has me in a blue funk

some of us are like solar cells, we need sunshine or we get moody and sappy, maybe i'll write some poetry. Not a good time to listen to phantom of the opera, think of me, think of me trying so hard to put you from my mind...Maybe i'll do some pushups, always a good way to clear the head. Well i'll go now.

Large tempting mud puddles ( and my experience at chuch)

We have these huge mud puddles, over every were. I was like, hey after lunch i'll change and go jump in them. Problem it is now very cold, to cold to get wet. This makes for a sad Brent. A very sad Brent. Ok onto what y'all have been waiting for. It was pretty good ( my church expereince) . Class was a lot of fun, i think we sat in the elders class, and it wasnt like one person was teaching, it was like every one was asking questions and every one was ansering them. A lot funner than normal sunday morning class. Church servace was pretty cool. could have used a few more modern songs, and when we started off it sounded like my church at home, only much worse with out our preacher. Yes it was that bad. The sermon was good, much more energetic than edmund. The preacher was actualy excited about what he was saying and so were the people. Well have some homework to do ( and i have to check my email)

rain and church

Ok, so pr wasnt asnering my emails ( and fridays the day she usaly does) so i go to check if there's some sort of tropical storm in her direction. There isnt ( there's one in the gulf), but its raining like heck there. I laughed. This morning i get set to go to breakfast. Its pouring like its was trying to dim the fires of hell. So i get to swim to breakfast, jokes on me. Today i'm going to an African American Church, should be an experience. Its part of a diversity thing i'm doing for Freshman seminar. Our teacher said they dress up, which is good, cause i had a need to look spiffy and here is my excuse, its the first time i've worn a tie since... i think it was stephanie's wedding. Not going to make it a habit, but i kind of miss wearing ties, never thought i say that. Well got to go.

Friends part two

Ok so i was thinking about it, and there are more than two people. Granted, i would cut my list of realy close people back down to one. Its just always been that way ( from way way back) and despite what rage and the brandon might despute his ability to make sound judgments i would say He's a lot more responsible than me, much more grown up, evan if his assoiciates leaves something to be desired. Nobody's perfect. Miss him. For those of you unfamiler with the story of my life, his name is matt ( my cousin) , we've been through the wars together, and personaly, i think if i ever have a special someone once again in my life, she will aslo ( as in its happened before) be jealous of him. If i was ever given a choice, one person i could save, the girl would have my regrets, but matts my pal. I'm thinking of a quote. Problem is its a great quote but quite unprintable. Shame. Its a good quote.

Friends: a disertation

My sis recently comented that i should make some guy friends, and thats how you meet girls. This is true. I have met an inordanent amount of girls in the company of my friends. In fact there was this one awkward moment when this girl my friend liked was making rather obvoius attempts at brents bacholerhood ( nice girl, but i think it was probably more in the nature of all the girls didnt know me so she was curious, rather than me being so much nicer and hotter, which i wasnt). But any way on to my disertation. I have never ( baring one) had a real friend. My friends were more people that i did stuff with cause it would have been realy boring to do so by myself, rather than busom buddys. And while i can give you all the dirt on them, i rarely open up with people. If i have something i dont want a specific person to know, i just wont tell anyone. The people i open up with are generaly those that cant in anyway effect the situation. I keep my own council as it were. Not always the smartest idea but than its been the modes operedi for some time. I do have a confidant if i ever needed him. But i cant say i've been all that open with him either. I supose it makes me a good listener ( I generaly let people talk about themselves, though i must admit i have my failings in this area as well). Actualy strike that, make that two chums in brents corner. Hmm...well i either have homework to do or cartoons to watch so adios.

My eventfilled weekend

So i get up around nineish and go hit the gym, i get out of there around 10:30, still to early to go get food. So i go swimming for twenty minutes, take a shower and hit the caf. Then i get back, sit around, do nothing , then go back to sleep, get up around four. Gee i've been productive. Granted i stayed up till one last night, not realy for any particular reason, just i didnt have a realy good reason to go to bed. Well, i'm either going to go eat, or do some homework. Either way homework is going to be done.

Weird head hunter lady: An interesting story

Ok, first a description. In the caf ( as we efectionatly refer to our cafiteria) there is an employee. This employee is a rather chunky african american gal. Who has died a strip of her hair orange on the top. The first thing i thought of was i'd better watch out or i'd lose my head. Anyway, she mans the desk in front when either the realy old lady or strange guy arent their. Today i swiped my card and proceeded into the caf. You look like someone off a movie was the coment i recieved. Well, being hesitent to relate the fact that when i am beardless ( as i am now) and scruffy i look a lot like that iranian guy, and the fact that several people have said i look like erkle, i mearly grunted something and moved on. Watching my back of course.

Life sucks

Ok, so i think i have practice in the morning, turns out i dont. I didnt go get more cash so i could go to the mall because i'm like, hey, i have practice tommorrow. The only good thing is i dont have to wake up so early, and i can do some serious working out. But it also means that i i have nothing to do in the afternoon, well thats not quite true. Nothing i realy want to do, but i supose its good because i have some homework to do. Bowing. But whatever. Have some wash in the washer. Seems like i've been washing twenty four seven. Ah the joys of bacholerhood. Maybe i should date just to get some one else to do my wash. She'd have to be mildly ditsy, but i think i'm good enough at improvising to get her to think i'm clueless. (Rage shut up)

Bad signs

Is it a bad signs if its friday night and i'm in my dorm room, flipping between a spike crime thingy and cartoons? I mean realy filling my breain with mush isnt realy bad fro me is it? Perhaps i should socialize, but i've tried that on friday nights and its deader than very here on friday nights. People are either home, or out, or hiding in their dorms like me. Hmm... i supose i could start something, find someone with a frisbee and get somethign going. Dont realy feel like it... i've taken two showeres today already, and a third is not on my list of things to do, that and i'm mildly tired. But that might be the advil. Well its a comercial break i have some serious flipping through the other channels to do.

The Females in my life: an essay by Brent

Ok, here we go. First i would say the female i spend the most time with is my sister. Ok so she doesnt count. After her would be her friends. Ok, so for reasons of brent living to see his 20'th birthday i will refrain from my coments on them ( nothing bad just, some things are better kept to myself). After them comes this cool misionary chick in my intro to ministry class. Problem one: she's been dating for three years ( she's a sophmore), and is planing to get married once out of college because her father is paying for collige. thoughts: I think ,dear friends, that there may be a possibility here. When mentioning the aforesaid fact of being attached she said it like you'd say i'm going to the mall tomorrow. Not all that excited, granted its two yrs away, but i have my doubts ( not that it hasnt been done) about a highschool relationship lasting two more years. We'll see. Not so hot on the idea of breaking the two up ( if its evan possible), just right now, but she's nice and do to the fact we're in the same sub group we've all gotten to know each other, and she's in missions. Ok after that would be my fellow cast members. Not bad, i must admit. Nothing doing before we get through this play though, thats a dynamic i'm personaly to scarred off of introducing into the play rehersealls to ever do anything about before the plays over. Afterwords? My leval of boredom, and my ability to still stand them will come heavily into play. The next to last rung ( ok so the last one isnt realy in the same catagory, but had to be put in here for informational purposes) are the , what i like to call, casualy interested masses. I would be remiss if i said i wasnt mildy atractive, building upon this has been my recent habbit of spending lost of time at the gym. I think i've actualy gained some weight ( yes!), and let me tell you, its not in the fat catogory. My interest, well like the rest of the people its casualy interested. I see them, they see me, then we walk on. Nothing more. Ok last but not least, we must have an update on the guru ( this may very be the last post in which the guru in is mentioned). I'm afriad we can use the words non-entity. Ok so we havent carried on an sort of meaningfull conversation since earn your wings. This off course is my fault. She's nice, eminently atractive, but the idea from the begaining was never anything requireing more comitment than friendship. Thanks to my wonderfull people skills, what little relationship we had, fizzled and died , and while i feel bad a little, its gone and and frankly right now, why not have a nice moment of silence and move on. Thats the sum and total. Nothing more serious than casualy interested. I'm ok with that right now, its the leval of comitment i'm reading to accept, and the amount of effort i'm willing to expend. Perhaps i'm apathetic. Apathy may not be bliss, but it requires less effort.

The weekend has arrived

I brent am done for the day. I may go cash another check, or i may not i think i may need some extra funds just in case, but we'll see, Tired have lots of work to do. Need to change, its hotter than heck here, sweating like a pig. Bored. Must go read national headlines.

One eyed Brent

I can not see through my left eye. Correction its so blury that the only thing i get is a better sense of depth perseption than i would if i only had one eye. this is mildy awkwerd. Its hard trying to reconize people with only one available eye. think i might have hacked off a couple of sis's friend because they said hi and i had no clue who they were so i didnt say hi back. Hmm...ah well. Their all ancient any way ( in a any one older than me is ancient sort of way) well have to go into history.

Thoughts on the Weekend

Ok first, luckily this weekend i have stuff to do. Not exciting stuff but stuff non-the less. Lots of spanish, lots of memorization, lots of reading. OH! i got the secret garden from out libary. Figured if we're going to get interviewed i should have read the book, that and my charecter needs some explaining. Lots of it, Hopefully i'll find it in the book. Going to have the first scene memorized by this afternoon. Going to the track and am going to walk with the old script untill i have it down ( i heard somewere that people learn, or remeber stuff better when their in motion). This will keep me that lovely shade of brown that says i spend days outside when the reality is i just tan realy fast. Well have some stuff to do ( history). Brent out.

Conspiracy of sillence

Its like everyone has lives or something. Not a single coment, only email i get are from people i dont know on official busness or it sis. Boring as heck. Ok time for a brent update. Its 9:37, which means we're not going to get to my part ( this is the second run through). I was ok the first time around, not so hot, need to do some practice by myself, loads of it. Got some history done, the book is as boring as heck, but i'm starting to get interested because we're getting towards the part were it mentions vermont. Well going to go read some blogs then get some more exciting british folklore. Oh! for all of you from my school, invite your family, friends, relations, people you vaguely know that you thought were a little bit weird, if your fealing brave invite complete strangers, me thinks this may not be the most well attended play ever. But there's a heck lot of publicity thats going into it so who knows. Aperently my school gave several of the local schools lesson plans based on the book ( its suposed to help out reading comprehention and sat scores). Come, it will be a truly educational experience.

Play Practice

Here i am, stuck in a practice. A practice that my scene isnt untill the very end which may mean we dont get to it do to time restrictions. Oh goody. I so should have done spring fling. Less pressure not as much to memorize, the whole thing doesnt flop, if i, the chap who's never done anything in theater, screw up. Nervous? Yes. Grumpy? yes. Helo mr. headache.

News

I'm not sure if any of you have been following the whole montreal shooting thing ( i just started like two seconds ago). But its kinda freaky. What gets me is this guy lived at home. His parents were either oblivious or just ignored it. I mean i'm guessing there's a slew of wacko's with pictures of guns on there websight so you cant realy blame the authoritys, well you can sort off. Two other shootings had conections with his stupid blog hosters ( i say the name, but they arent getting any free advertisement from this blogger). So maybe you think they'd moniter them. Ah abrigment of our freedom! How? personaly , i think those types of people need their freedom abriged. Granted, then comes the question who decides their a threat? I dont know. But someone should be abriging their freedom.

Ladies, another question for y'all

Ok, so does it matter how a guy smells? Provided so long as he smell nice. Details, details ( i'll try to rember to check the coments and add them to this post , which i can do since i am uber website manager person)

Theh first spiritual musings post

First. It seems, and this may because our church back home has had elders for not so long, but everyone out here seems to think of the whole elder/deacon thing is some sort of pollitical process. People run for it and all that. What the hey? I've always thought of the process as something were qualified individuals are called to, not so much as some sort of power hungery smoe tries to see how high he can climb on the old ladder of church leadership. 2. I thought this was pretty cool. I dont think satan knew who Jesus was before he was baptised. Aperantly ( acording to our life of christ teacher) the whole dove incident was a vision ( something along the lines of apocalyptic laungage of the heavans opening up). God wasnt so much as talking to the crowd as the heavens. I think he was saying, look there's my kid. I think that the old horns and pitchfork chap was all about finding out if God was tricking or lieing to him (lol) with the whole temptation thing. Trying all at the same time to trick Jesus into sin, and into revealing himself as the son of God so Satan would know that it was him. Our bible teacher also said he ( satan) was trying to trick Jesus into doubting his vision. Which i also thought was cool. Well i have another much more shallow post to post so see ya.

helo, my first coment spam

Ok, its gone, but it was there, luckily i have coment notification, so it poped up , then it was ba-leted! Hahahaha...evil brent sinking someones hopes of making money. hahahahha...ok a little rant then to cartoons. First who's bright idea was it to have a fire drill at 12:40 at night? I cant see ( my contacts arent in) i'm tired as heck, and we're standing outside while our RA's are yelling at the top of their lungs for people who are right next to them. It gets better. We go inside. Everyones a little pissed off. So these people get in a shouting fight outside my bathroom ( ok is not my personal one, but its at the end of the hall, and most people use the other one). Oh ya, well you should go check out americans for purity . com, NOW! ok, people are yelling, the only reason they didnt get my size 11 foot up an uncomfortable part of their anatomy , was because i had to pee. Nuff said. going to read comics now.

Water Balloons part 2: sad little me

Ok, so when you say waterballoons i'm thinking lots of water balloons, everbody has waterballoons, those that dont have water balloons have pitchers and coolers and we all rush at each other throwing and dumping and generally getting as wet as possible. Not so. There is a line your not suposed to cross. We have maybe six or seven dodge balls flying intermitently, by the worst thrower types i have ever seen ( except for whomsoever took brent down, have reason to beleave its the same person, will talk about it latter). It was lame. If my sister and co hadnt brought their ginormous water balloons and i hadnt been able to steel them and then pop them over them it would have been as boring as heck. Ok now for the breaking down of the scene of the crime. Ok, fact one. Both shots took me by complete surprise. I didnt see were either came from, its like they dropped out of the sky. 2. they were at about the same speed, hard. 3. The both hit me in the ear. Without that i would say that it was just a strange similarity. Maybe it is. Well i have to wake up freakin' early ( than normal, what sucks it that tomorrow is one of my late days, but i have some reading, extra curicular, to do, if i ever get brave enough i'll tell you all about it)

Thoughts on the deep quesitons of life

I Brent have a very sensitive nose. Let me tell you, it can be awkward realy. Suposedly those of us with alergies have more delicate snauzes. Any way, i was as i am wont to do, contemplating the great misteries of life. What does a guy look for in a girls perfume? I have had the opertunity to sample a few sniffs ( that is they were either wearing so much that it left a sent in the air, or just sitting next to people, hmm... cant remeber what this missionary chick thats in my intro to ministry class smells like, thats going to bug me...) and here is my opinion. 1. rule: No floral sents, absolutly no! We are not looking for girls that smell like carnations. 2. It must be delacate. This means that if you bathe in it i'm still not smashed in the sniffer by it. 3. Think feminine. This is a hard one to describe but easey to understand. Some things are just inately feminine some things are not. think shoes or clothing. It must say, I'm a girl. For the record i have ran into two perfumes i like. I think you might call me picky ( rule of thumb for Brent: simplicity is elegance, for instance not such a big fan of big dangly sparkly earrings, big ones arent all that bad, but they must be simple). Most guys probably dont nottice, i do. Well before i die of boredom i'm going to play some stupid online games.

Money in my pocket and a jump in my step

Ok so , i after much trials and tribulations i have discovered a way to acess my hard earned cash. Now i have money, not great heaping lumps ( it has to last all semester and maybe longer if i dont get so bored that i seek gainfull employment) but money. I can now do things. Buy things. this makes for a happy me ( that and the teller was cute) first on the list is sandles ( not true, its deodorent but you dont care do you?). Mine are cheap and they squeak. Needs some sweat sandles. After that...well nothing else. Might try a new deodorent. Why do you care? Well i dont were cologne, i think those that does that do are...well, um...not as manly as the rest of us, actualy i just never had, so maybe i'll look into it. However i have this theory, i picked it up from a mini mystery book i read way back, that a chap doesnt exactly have to have the worlds greatest smell ( it should smell good) but it should be consistant. Its hard for a girl to smell something and say , hmm that reminds me of brent if i'm changing my smell every two seconds. I'm not sure that it realy matters, but i need all the help i can get. Well i have some napping in the sun, umm... i mean studying out of doors to do.

Water balloons at high noon ( sort off)

OK normally i wouldnt shamlessly pimp a school event. But y'all out there better be at the watter balloon fight ( granted there is only three people that i know that read my blog and are from my collige, ok so thats optimstic, maybe two, and there going to be there anyway) its at 8:45, between the girls and guys dorms,and there will be water balloons. Hehehe...i cant tell you how long its been since i've had some serious water balloon action going down ( actualy i can, i filled up some normal balloons, me and the sis split them up, then after that was done, she got the hose...i got my super uber squirt gun, the squirt gun won, then it was coolers full of water, to be nice i added some ice to mine, was it a fair fight? no. Was it fun? yes.)

Lonlygirl15:tell me, who cares?

Ok get your self set for a rant. I was perusing national news, trying to find something that interested me. Obvioulsy i didnt, but i did find something to rant about, which is the next best thing. Lonlygirl15, which for the uninitiated serries of short video blogs about some sixteen yr old chick, and her oh so interesting problems. I have never seen them, but reading about them makes me want to barf. First, it was created by three guys in there late twenties, who claim they never intended to to deseive any one. Gee, if you didnt want to get people to beleave that they were real, is it realy all that hard to say, hey! its not real? Can you say online predators? I can. Ok second, who cares about the twisted emotional life of a 16 yr old? who? stand and be reconized. I mean i remember when i was sixteen ( granted i'm not a girl) and realy my emotional problems were about as interesting as the social section of the Poultney newspaper ( a small podunk town) . Ok i'm bored, am going elsewere.

Random thoughts fromt the cave

My dorm that is. First,i'd like to put our a good word for the good people at Super C Enegry. If you dont know what that is, its a sports drink mix that contains enough vitamin C to blow your head off ( if drank incorectly). Its a "heathly" energy drink. I am curently slurping down my daily limit ( two packets=3340% of your daily value of vitimen C, among other things) . Brent has a need to be awake. My sleep schedule recently is something like this. Wake up at 6:40 ish, spend some time at the gym ( out of there at 8, 7:50) feel pretty good. In the afternoon i generaly shoot for an hour nap someweres inbetween stuff, then i go to bed around 11, when i actualy go to sleep depends on how bad the nightly headache was. If i'm lucky i get 8 hours ( added up) usaly its between 6-7. Brent isnt so pretty that he doesnt need lots of beuty sleep. Another random thought. I am in need of a work out partner. Its getting pretty rough ( on those 6 hours of sleep) waking up at 6:40. I'm afraid that one day i'm just going to say screw it and go back to sleep. If someone was waiting for me i wouldnt be able to do that. That and its moderatly boring to work out by yourself. Granted i'd probably have to wake up early because it'd probably take longer cause you'd have to figure in whatever conversation two people can come up with in the wee hours of the morning. Mabye i'll put some sort of add on the bullten board in my residence hall. Granted i'm guessing there's not a whole lot of guys that like getting up early to work out. Ah well. another random thought. If you are in need of some new tunes go out and buy Lost Prophets -Liberation transmission. Good stuff. Very good Stuff. Its definatly not studying music, but its not as hard as nickleback. Hmm...think i'll listen to some nickleback, havent had anything that hard core in some time. Last thought. I think the guru can kick through brick walls. Ok so I nottice she's on one of those machines that you lay on your back on and straighten your legs ( sort of bad description but whatever). I eventualy make my way over to said machine ( its at the very tag end of my work out cycle). She was lifting pretty close to every dang weight there was on that thing! Granted i think she was doing her softball work out, but good lord, hope i never make the girl angery ( small chance of that, seeing as I've only ever talked to her once). Well enough, must go do other things now.

Brents Five Points to Maintaining my comfortable sate of jerkdom

First i must say today is a good day. Its one of those days that my door is just not cutting it as a companion. Second i'm feeling both like the grinch, uber spy person, and guilty as heck. Ok, a few days back i was trying to figure out how i could stop feeling like the most awfull person in the world for not talking to the geru. Then i had a great news flash, if the guru doesnt talk to me i wont feel like the bigest jerk in the planet ( tip 1. if your going to be a jerk try not to do it around nice people that make you feel guilty about being a jerk). This struck me. Only problem its working. I think the guru has put me on the list of people she hides behind bushes when she see's them ( ok this isnt exactly true, i saw her at the gym this morning, said hi, was actualy very proud of myself for not pretending i didnt see her) Ok so back to the story. So i saw her at the gym. I get back from the gym, shower and don my uber spy out fit ( ok its the most comfy thing you can put on in the morning, though i'm going to have to purchase new sandles) and beat if for the caf. I arive, and am in the process of loading up the old plate with goodies when i glance over at the omlette line. First its just some brown haired girl. Then i glance agian, its the guru. Now i have two choices, i can pretend i dont see her or i can say hi. Well the omlette arives before i have to make any sort of decision on my personal moral dilemma. So i grab my bran flakes, my cup of coffee ( yes i've started drinking once again, only one cup, realy these headaches just simply werent worth it, i dont mind dieing of high blood pressure just so long as it doesnt happen while i have a headache), and my man sized cup of orange juice. I then beat it for the dinning room. There is the guru and her dinning partner. I have two choices i can try out my uber spydom or i can go over and say hi. Uber spydom wins, so i sellect a seat ( i'm if you havent notticed a lot more observant than i look) and try out the uber spy dom. It works out pretty well, i hope, because if it didnt i'd feel like the bigest jerk in the history of the world. Well time to go. ( bad news chums, the guru may be sitting directly oposite me, i cant tell because i think that my left eye prescription just got a whole lot worse and i"d have to lift my head up to check, and that would blow my cover, ok we're in the clear its not the guru just some chick in a white shirt well spanish is calling)

Classic Brent comtemplates the (as in only one) previous relationship of romantic nature

Ok, so its cold. Call me a wimp but the 60's is cold for OK. To cold for shorts. A fact that is shortly to be remidied. So i contemplate a change in outer were. I decide underneath my polo ( brown with thin purple) i shall be sporting a white long sleeve t-shirt. Then shorts become pants, sandles shoes. Perhaps i shall done my coat as well. This off course reminds me of the official kick off of my previous romantic escapades with P. R. ( these are not initials) I was wearing that when ( granted it had been worn twice becuase of lack of space in the old suitcase) we had our first phot op. It had been a long week. Very long. I had asked her to go to our version of highschool prom the week prior to winter break. Both of us coincidently had placed in fine arts ( she in print making, me in memorisation of a speech) in tri- state's so we were on the way to mecca ( bob jones university for you none baptist prep school types) with our school. We hit DC that afternoon ( i think). Thank the lord my right hearing aid wasnt working. It was blah blah blah blah blah. She was nervous, i was silent ( i didnt like her all that much at the time). That sums up the trip. She was surprised i spent so much time with her ( not to be cruel, but what else did i have to do?). Then came the trip home. I had avoided getting my picture taking like the plague. By now, i knew enough ( and more) to be mildly comfortable ( untill i'm mildly comfortable you either get stony sillence or you get my actor face, always smilling, telling you about my self pretending to be interested in what your saying) with her. We have phot op. This begans our escapades ( if i hadnt spent that week with her i dont think i'd have dated her for the summer) though we didnt realy have any sort of official consenses untill much latter. Still makes me laugh. Hehehehe...I cant hear most of what she's saying and she's not pausing for breath...well must go take an uber nap or i'm not going to make it through the day.

Helo, bible collidge types, a moderatly interesting question for you ( yes the rest of you can anser to)

Ok so i'm in life of christ: mathew and our teacher posses a great question. To tell you the truth his questions often delight me, not so much on theological revalation butbecause i can just see those very conservitive types jumping out of their skins that someone would dare ask said questions. It makes me laugh. Other than that i enjoy a good mental chalenege, its good to stretch the old brain every now and again. Ok here's the question. Can you be baptised by a female? Why? why not? Ansers please.

Dashboard Confessionals: Dusk and Summer

Very cool. Go out and buy it, now! Its like a chunky version of Jack Johnson. Its realy great. Its easey listening enough to study enough, but its also chunky enough to listen to when your in a heaveir mood than Phantom of the Opera, if you get my meaning. Its two steps away from being acustic, yet those two steps are enough to keep my rock and roll need alive in a very mellow way. Well have to go to class now ( liofe of christ mathew). Might be a little interesting. Someone posted the coment on Discussion board about a friend asking how we know the bible is inspired. I let it go for a while becuase i realy didnt have all that great of an anser. But no one else ansered so i took a shot at it. He sometimes reads them in class. Well here we go, brent under fire.

Helo sports fans, i'm stuck in practice

My scene is tag end of the practice, we may not get to it, were suposed to be the heck out of dodge by ten. So were not going to get to it. What a good use of my time. Ah well i supose its not as bad as all that. Mary's kinda cute. Martha...well martha's suposed to be my sister in the play so we wont go there. Mrs. Medlock, well lets just say she fits the part, body and spirit, think type cast. Ben scares me, lets just things might not be as strait as we generaly like to see them. Then there's me. I've got an headache. I think my prescription on my left eye might of changed. or its just tired. It feels tired. I'm tired. Very tired. Want my bed. Well got some perusing to do ( buddys blogs to post on if they've posted, if they havent i shant be well pleased with them)

Not happy little me

Ok so i feel like i'm up for a swim. Go over to the pool. Its being used by the highschoolers. gee thanks. I had to sneek past the softball team practice ( my swim shorts are a little shall we say, shorter than a guy would like, not so bad when your swimming, but a little embarising to just walk down the street in) twice for nothing. Ok so it wasnt exactly sneeking. I just sort of walked across the parking lot ( cars hidding the old trunks) and next to some tall trees in the shade, not like they were watching me any way, undoubtedly they were watching whatever it was you watch when at softball practice. I was just beeing self conscious. If they did see me they probably just wondered why some idiot with a towel was seen going and coming from the gym in rather short succession. Well must go be self conscious little me elsewere. ( the real reason is my room mate is talking to his " girlfriend" and its a pretty retarded, funny conversation, i'm having trouble not laughing, so i must leave before he hates me forever)

Some thoughts...

If it be pleasent to look on, stalled in the packed serai,
Does not the young man try its temper and pace before he buy?
If SHE be pleasent to look on, what does the young man say?
Lo! She is pleasent to look on, give her to me today!

Pleasent the snaffle of courtship, improving the manners and carriage,
But the colt who is wise will abstain from that terrible thorn-bit of Marriage.

And off course my all time favorite,

If he play, being young and unskillful, for shekels of silver and gold,
Take his money, my son, praising Allah.
The kid was ordained to be sold.

I must admit these are rather cynical. But what the heck there some of my favorite poems ( the maxims of Hafiz by rudyard kipling). Smart man.

i Brent, super spy

Ok so here i am, contemplating shedding my super spyness. You see, this morning it was cold ( not realy cold, but there was a cold wind, gasp, and i was tired) so i put on a hoody,an athletic type one, so i then ( fashion demands it) added a hat. I am now super spy. Why? you ask. Well thats simple. If someone is shadowing you ( following you) in order to escape nottice they follow you outline, rather than stair directly at you all the time. Now with a hoody, i am much more bulky than i normally i am. With a hat, well your looking for a moderatly bulky person with a hat. If i shed both of said disguises i am now Brent, skinny man without a hat, completely differnt than the other guy you were looking for. So if your a spy and you need a disguise, or someone not to nottice you, or to loose someone who's shadowing you, the hoody and cap are the way to go. This is Agent B out.

A cool johny depp movies on

life is good! johny depp is on my tv. Just got back from running a mile and a half and walking a mile and a half. Could have done more but waking up early in the morning and haveing to run on legs that are stiff becuase you ran to much the day before is no fun, great big heaps of no fun. Aparently the movies called the secret window. WEll there is a realy boring comercial on may have to change the chanel, very stupid comercial. Up there with " what i know about me, Not telling, hehehehe." ( private joke for all of you who are confused)

bored

think i'll go for a run. Havent been for a realy long one in some time. Problem is i'm not brave enough to run around the school yet. So it'll be at the track for me. Kinda boring running in circles. but i'll get some sun and out of this hole. I've been transcribing my lines into normal enlgish. Its like i'm killing the poetry of the lines ah well, well i'm off.

Church events: the perfect enviroment for me, the long range flirt

Ok so i'm deathly afraid of actualy talking to girls ( I am also a little melodramatice, so dont take everything i say seriuosly) . However, put a hot girl say in the table across from me, or say five or six people up in a line, and i brent will go to work. I think its the fact that we will ( ok so theres a slight possibility but not much) never meet, i will never have to become more involved than a smile and the meeting of the eyes. For instance there were these two babes ( we will call them the Hollister Babes, because both were tricked out in hollister stuff, think Oklahoman Gap) a couple people in front of us in line for serving people food at the sisters church. Made eye contact. Very pretty girl. She made eye contact. Now lets pray we never meet. I must say there was a bunch of the cutties ( hotties seem a bit low) interested in the Brentster. Problem one, most of them were babes that were seen sititng directly across from us ( brace your self) on the high school side ( unoficial but its were they sit). Blech! Ok, i'm a lowsy judge of age. that and i hate highschoolers. I am still a recovering one myself. The age gap isnt that far off yet, but i'm reaching a point mentally that i transforming from a Hey there, Babe, to an more sort of lade back Older Brother sort of thing. Ah well, have things to do. Oh one last thing, kudos out to my sis's roomate, very good voice, think ( for all of you that have heard her) she's better than pr ( no offense, her voice is more matture and she's been in the spiffy choir we have for like all three years she's been here, this years her fourth). Well done bragging on the chums, must go check out the news, then maybe we'll do a tribute peace for tommorow. Then some homework.

bored in the cave

I'm watching the Quest. Its pretty lame, its a martial arts flick. Think i may abandon it for the out of doors in a few minutes. I am so bored. Bored bored bored.

Peanut Butter Bagels: what was realy on the tree of the knowledge of good and evil

Peanut Butter Bagel...the food of choice for Brent. Very tasty. Adicting, granted they must be eaten with a large glass of milk cause the peanut butter sticks to your teeth, and poweraid or orange juice is definatly not the salution. Think my adiction stems way back to Dennis the Menis's Guide to Babysitters, and the coment that peanut butter sticks to the ribs. Am i a sugestable person? Well maybe. Well onto plans for today. Going to check and see if the sis has anything to do. May steal her frisbee and get a game going on the green if all else fails. Well going to go see if denis the menis is on the web ( maybe garfield to) flip over to cartoon network see whats going down then hit sis's. My action packed weekend...

I need church street

For the uniniated Church St. was a realy cool street that you cant drive down with all these stores and food places along it. It was a great place to go at night. That or the waterfront. they had this boardwalk thing that was realy cool. Its such a nice night tonight, just the right temperature for that sort of thing. Do i have anything like that? NO. Ah well. Just got back from sis's. Watched golden eye. Not bad. Might start reading my Crav Maga book again. Its the martial art of the isrealy force's and splinter cell's sam fisher. Its basicly realy brutal street fighting, or if you prefer the most practical martial art there is. I'm moderatly interested in martial arts. I know some judo, a little karate, an a very small amount of Jeet Kun Do. I go on a martial art kick about once a year. I get a book, read some of it, practice like crazy for a week or two, then stop. Personaly when it comes to self defense i think the best advice is just make sure the other guy doesnt get back up, or if you prefer hit him as hard as possible, in the most vulnerable spot possible, if possible repeat, then run like heck in the oposite direction ( assuming thats a safe direction) well i'm getting tired.

Sis is back and i'm out

Ok so i return from my walk empty handed ( actualy i had a pine cone, but that doesnt count). I get here and the sis says she's made brownies and has icecream and she's back at her place. So off i go. For campanion ship of course not brownies and icecream. Ok, i'm going for the brownies and icecream, i admit. Mabye she'll have some hot friends over ( the age gap is still a little scarry but its better than nothing) . Well off i go, boredom, delayed momentarily.

Sister is out ( ie i cant go watch one of her roomates lame videos)

No james bond for me. Bored bored. Nothing to do and to early to go to sleep. Maybe i'll go walk around. Or play more computer games. Or read an improving book. Collige, gee there is just so much to do around here. Well here i go ventureing into the outside world, pray i do not get eaten ( by the large ravenous monsters that live outside my dorm room, or so i've been told, realy i have never seen them, but aparently thier nocturnal)

I brent am feeling talkitive

Yes that is right folks. At dinner i was content to enjoy my own company, alone with my thoughts. But now, while i dont need to, if the door was feeling conversational i would gladly chat up a storm. problem the student lounge was deserted. Not a soul was there. I've decided i'm a very inconveniant person. When other people are feeling talkitive, i'm not. Then when i am, no one is to be found. I suppose if i realy wanted to fix that i'd talk to them when they were interested in talking to me ( for instance most dinners, though not tonight, i wouldnt mind chatting up a storm, this kid i dont know comes up and asks me if i'd like to join his group, i say no thank you becuse i'm quite blissfull in my solitude, now the kid will probably never try again, ok so i'm feeling guilty for not saying thanks you but no, if i would have done that i would fell better, i just said no i'm good). Well i think I'll go play sonic the hedgehog, then perhaps i'll pass the student lounge before hitting the sisters place ( maybe).

I'm feeling neglected

Ok i admit to it. I'm like a labrador retriever stuck in a mans body. i crave attention. I like people watching me perfrom my tricks. I like be patted on the head every now and again and told i'm a good boy. you people ( not the collective group, just two of my former class maters) havent been doing that. I relise i'm a rabib emailer,and the fact that you'all actualy have lives, but come now, humer me. Ok enough of the rant. Brandon, you'd apreciate this. I wanted to were my cool bright blue shirt, it was wrinkled, so i threw it in the dryer. Gone are the wrinkles ( sort off) well, i'm hungery, i will now take my uber hotness elsewear in search of meat ( food rage food)

Ok i admit, i realy just wanted to nap in the sun ( sort off)

Its a nice day. So i'm like i'll go do some transcribing ( my lines are all in yorkshire dialect) out side. After completeing the first scene i'm in, i brent am bored out of my mind. So i decide to read through my lines. The sun is nice and warm. Its more comfortable to read lines on ones back. Slowly my sleep deprived body begains to shut down. Slowly the book drops to my chest. I brent am super napper. Ok so perhaps it wasnt as not planned as that, i might have just wanted to nap in the sun, and needed an excuse, so i brent uber actor created a situation in which i could acomplish said goal. Oh, i think the dean of something or other is reading my blog. He said something in chapel about people wondering why they talk about maraige so much and that those people were the same ones that werent dating. Kind of scary the worldwide web is. Well i'm going to do a medicine ball work out then spiff myself up for dinner. No were to go and no one to go there with, but sometimes i get the urge to be spiffy ( prep school hangover thing) and its friday night. Sigh...

well the weekends here, and i'm bored

I have stuff to do and plan to go do some of it two seconds from now. But its borring stuff. Math, transcribing my part into normal english. Studieing for an spanish test. Tommorrow will be ok, i'll spend the morning working out, then the afternoon maybe some reading and memorisation ( gee what a gripping schedule) . very very bored. Ok, i can do very very bored somewere else. Had a neat idea two seconds ago. Perhaps i'll bring my caffiene addiction to a vote ( as who says i should fall hard off the wagon or not ) but we'll see, it'll realy depend on my leval of boredom

Angery me: why i hate those of the hat wearing backwerd fraternity

First off, i hate them, hate them with a passion. I dont know what it is but its like their the biggest jerks in the world. Take a perfectly nice person put their hat on backwards and wham, you have a complete...well you can fill in the explitives. There isnt a person in this world that could make me wear my hat backwards ( granted at the present time i'm not wearing a hat becuase of a lack of hair). There's just something in the backwerds worn hat that says " i am Gods gift to the sports, women. There is this distinctive urge to punch them in the face when they walk by, because you know that while they can bench some horendous amount if weight, you know that you can run circles around them becuase they only work out so the ladies go ohhhhh ( not that the ladies are not a concern in my workout, but if i didnt work out i'd be a 98 pound weakling, i'm built along the same lines as a fence post). Granted i relise most of the casual femine intrest in moi is becuase i am moderatly buff, and not to nock those that work out for the ladies, its a noble goal, just so long as you do not do it with your hat on backwards. I must admit also that being a small person ( ok i'm not that small but i was at one time) i have this natural hatred for the hat backwerds type ( ie the types that think their all that, that we smaller more streamlined guys enjoy beating at any sport or given pass time, including girls).
well must go be angery elsewere ( i have some reading to do and want to do it outside)

My life in our fanfare song

The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything”-Relient K
Arr! Arr! Arr! Arr!!

We are the Freshmen, we can’t do anything
We just stay inside, and lie around
And if you ask us to do anything
We’ll just tell you we’re not allowed

Well we can’t live off campus
And we can’t live in apartments
And we can’t stay out late
Only 12 o’clock!
Oh and I can’t get a date here (boys)
All these freshman boys are so weird (girls)
And we can’t rush a club
Until next fall
We are the Freshmen, we can’t do anything
We just stay inside, and lie around
And if you ask us to do anything
We’ll just tell you we’re not allowed

BUT we can do fanfare
And we can do spring sing
And we can do intramurals
All year long!
And we can plan our banquets
And we can go to chapel
And we have a full meal plan
In the caf

Cause we’re the Freshmen, we can’t do anything
We just stay inside, and lie around
And if you ask us to do anything

ok so i'm "unprintable word(s)"

Ok, so i've got my eggs and biscuts ( with suasage gravy) and I'm on my way to the bran flakes and my man sized ( plastic not styrofoam) cup of orange juice. The Guru who is waiting for her omlette ( i think) notice's me and says hi, how are you?. Ok its around 8, i have nowere to go, it wouldnt have killed me to stop and chat for a second. But all i say is good ( which isnt quite true, last night was rough, and this mornings helping of two advil isnt quite up to the task yet) and i move on. Latter i'm like Brent you a @#$% ! Its starting to bug me. I've decided that i'm not so much shy as just lazy. I can make conversation with the door ( and i have, beleave me) and get a response. I just have never gone out of my way to be friendly to anyone. So instead of this changing i hide behind i shy. This is bull. They say remorse isnt any good unless you do something about. So i supose i'm spinning my weels. Still mad at myself, the guru is a realy nice person, and so far i havent been so much of a nice person back. Ok, got to go before my large repatoire of descriptive four letter terms makes itself known in a very relaxing but very not apropriate blue streak.

My part explained

I'd tell you the story but you can find a good review on wikipedia. So i'll just break down my part. I have ( next to mary's part) the toughest part in the whole dang play. Why you ask? There is this grand build up to my entrance. Before i ever apear i am billed as the next best thing to God almighty. And they spend a lot of time doing this. Next i do not have a whole lot of lines ( in comparison) so i have to wow you all, with very little time to do so. I have to start big and stay big. And i have to do it in a quite sort of way. I have to be very mysterious, and quite, not used to people as it were, more at home with the animal types. This part is so very much beyond my current experience i cant evan began to describe it. But, i Brent the uber actor will wow the crowd. come monday they will be in shock. Why? First becuase the part, if we rewind a couple years ago, fits me like a glove. Second becuase i can do a decent improvision, but give me time to practice and you better sit down and buckle up. I require a lot of practice, but i've worked pretty much alone, and am a desent coach. Will keep you all updated.

ok, so i have a confesion to make

I am nature boy. Or was. Whatever. Once upon a time my main activity , besides building the best fort in the woods, was roaming the woods behind out house in search of adventure. Its what i did when i was bored, its what i did when i wasnt, it was my main activity. Ok so i fit the part. Perhaps. Maybe i should say i've upgraded to Nature Man. Yes that is much more manly. Vastly superior to nature boy. well must go do some research ( and or homework).

i have nature boy moment

So i'm walking home from lunch. There on the sidewalk is a monarch butterfly. Its doing the open close its wings thing. Cool thing about this is that it means that its just out of its caccoon and is so "brand new" that its not afraid of people yet. The first thing i think is that some idiot's going to step on him, so being the kind nature loving guy that i am i pick the little bugger up. He stays there for a second or two, fanning his wings, then off he goes into the wild blue younder. And that folks was my nature boy moment.

i get the part

I, brent will now be performing the part of Dicken Sowerby in the Secret Garden. At first i was realy excited, but i think most of the practices are on softball days, lucky for me though i think we only practice mondays tuesday and maybe thursdays. so any games on the weekend are clear. Moderatly excited about it, it will be cool to be in a real production, but realy the Secret Garden doesnt do a whole lot for my vision of myself as a male. Kind of a girly play. I'm playing, as described by the director himself as ( da da de dum) nature boy. Oh goody. But it'll be a good experience. Ok well i will now go email all of you any way.

Panda's

this is pretty cool. Aparently a baby panda was born 5 pm yesterday. Kind of neat. always had a thing for panda's. Aperantly there about the size of a stick of butter when thier born and it might actualy be twins becuase the giant beasties have about a fifty fifty chance of having twins every time they have a kid. well thats all i know ( i think it was in Atlanta). That and theres not a lot of pandas left.

The Shocker

The shocker as you may know ( if you dont lets just say its a crude hand gesture that is six or sevan times worse than the finger) is the hand gesture of choice for my generation. It in all its glory, curently resides on a poster that one of my roomates put up. This leads me to a funny story. When he was putting it up he consulted my other roomate as to what he thought of the poster. The other roomate replied that its was a sweet poster. Last night i was talking to said roomate about dorm check. He said we failed becuase of dirty floors and messy floors. I asked him if they had a problem with the poster, he replies that that is the worst poster he has ever seen. I laughed. This is the roommate who proudly owns a copy of Euro-trip, certaintly (while i have never seen it, i have several good friends who recomended it) not the most respectfull movie when it comes to girls ( especialy the topless ones). I thought it very funny that said roommate would have trouble with the poster yet willingly endorse such a movie ( by the way i think he's pissed at me right now). Were is my stance? First its a guys dorm. The poster obviously fulfils some sort of desire on my roommates part to feel hip and rebellious. If there were girls present the poster would come down. As there are not it doesnt bug me all that much , though i must say as a gentleman it is a bit troubling. It may come down latter to day ( after i covertly explain to the dorm check guy why he will require us to take it down). But we'll see. It definatly wont be on the wall come open house. well must read cartoons.

I am heavily sedated ( helo mr. headache do i know you from somewere?)

Yes it was that bad. I've shied away from taking advil, not so keen on the sedatives in the system. But when you can no longer focus at all becuase theres this spike driving itself through you head the time has come to fight back. On the positive side of this little battle o mine, i now go right to sleep. The end must be in sight ( ok so that red bull probably didnt help things out). Scary thing ( yes you, you know who you are) i think one of sis's friends is reading my blog. Very scary. I'm listening to Phantom of the Opera sound track right now. Trying to at least, seems my laptop doesnt like burned cds ( rage). This of course means i'm feeling romantic and sappy. I need a girl. Think of me, think of me fondly ( da da de dum)...

Football

Ohio State and Texas. why? well the guy who wrote the article ranked it as a 5 which means you should skip seeing your first born born to watch it. Pretty strong argument . Problem is everyone is going to be watching it so i'm just one of the crowd, there's no individualism going on if i whatch this game. Then again as i'm not actauly interested in the game, it would take a realy good game to make me watch the whole thing. Second problem, its at 8, to early. Brent will be just hitting the gym at that time, and will probably spend his morning working out , then he will go for a relaxing swim. So i may just read an article about it latter on in the day. Maybe i'll catch one of the games on in the afternoon ( if there are any).

The musing's of i the muse ( on girls)

Ok, i know what you thinking, another post about girls? yes. The post after this one will have the anser to wich football game i will be watching saturday ( i forgott so i'm going to have to go back to the websight and refresh my memory). Ok, so my stomach is full. Thier are several things that happens when that occurs. One, i began to contemplate the great mistries of life. Two i get grumpy. Three i fall asleep, sometimes all three happen at the same time (lol). Ok onto my musing's before i lose interest. The question before me is this, what would it take for me to date once again? The first thing that comes to mind is the perfect girl. The second is being realy bored. All good ansers but not quite true. I think that it would be a spur of the moment thing, half serious, half a joke. The thought would pop into my head, i'd meet some random girl and ask her out. there are off course other senarios to be considered. The next on my list would be me being realy bored. this senario would also require some sort of event that i'm compelled to go to that tradition requires i bring a girl. then i'd have to know a girl , not very well, perhaps a small helping of dislike so rejection wouldnt sting so bad. The perfect girl senario? Well, i'd have coniptions about dating anyone nice and or perfect. I'm not exactly a confirmed bacholer, but i enjoy my independence, a lot. Its lonley as heck, but lonley as heck means i can do what i want with my money, go were i want when i want to, do or not do the social thing at my leisure. If i was in a relationship with a girl i'd have to give some of that up. I'd have to (gasp) do stuff she likes to. I'd have to spend actual time with her, comunicating. then of course there's that exciting element of what happens if we both like eachother? What if she's willing to wait till were both out of collige to tie the old knot? Ok that still freaks me out a lot. As i've said before i'm guessing a guy that marraige creeps out probably shouldnt date. I think we're right back were we started. OK i'm bored. Going to go check that sight ( not play sonic the hegehog like last time, maybe)

ok, question for the ladies

Ok, being an observant chap i have notticed a lot of the femine ( p.r i didnt say female) set carring both a giant purse, and a back pack. First of all, what the heck do you need a xtra large purse for? i mean your obvioulsy carring your laptop in your back pack, so whats with the purse that could fit a geo metro in it, and then some? Ok off large purses, second what is there in your purse that you could not possibley put in your back pack? I mean, do you realy require so much stuff that you must carry your ginormous purse and your back pack? Come now ladies, i relise the purse is the fashion statement, but sorry to rain on you sunny day, no guy is going to be like wo... that is one hot purse. We're not, and i mean that in the nicest way. well i'll go finish that football article i'm strugling through ( i'm interested realy i am) then tell y'all which game i will be watching.

Good news sports fans

The guru has been seen. and from all signs is not mad at me. Ok this is good. Ok so i lead a rather boring life. and am in possession of one of the more active imaginations in the world. well the teacher of this class has this thing against laptops, so i must leave you all. Oh side note. Meeting the sister at 4 to do a little practice. She's actualy not half bad. by tommorrow we'll have her confident ( and good enough) to play. She can throw decent ( when she remebers to do it corectly). and today we'll see if she can hit. Well bonvoyage!

correct spelling

the word is guru, not geru. Hucked on fonics worked fo me. ( realy they did, boring as heck, but they worked)

My mid afternoon Post

well, first i will tell you of my stunning revalation. I discovered that i am adverse to using styrofoam cups due to thier negative affect on the enviroment. It was funny, i was standing behind someone in line waiting for a chance at the juice machine, contemplating the two styrofoam cups i was about to fill with orange juice. Not good for the enviroment. Bad Brent. No more styrofoam cups for Brent. Wahhhh!!!. Oh next to that, i have yet to recieve a email back from the geru ( which spelling i must check). Wondering if i should write another one. Conventional logic says you do not write another email until you have something to respond to, but i've never been conventional. The problem is i dont know wether or not the geru was at the softball game. If she was i have to say i'm sorry cause i'd said i'd be there , but if not i'm in the clear. This duce'd silence is getting to me. May do some rabbid emailing to the rest of y'all.