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Name: Brandt
State: Oklahoma
Birthday: 12/27/1985
Gender: Male
Interests: Food, making movies with the guys, sleeping, eating, MOWING, church; go Church of Christ, rock the face
Expertise: Yellow Nike Visors, and food, and mowing, and racquetball
Message: message me
AIM:  cocbeto
Member Since:
5/16/2004
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| ha pasado mucho tiempo hasta he mirado a esto....
I don't miss it, really.
Update:
- I love my car
- I hate texas (ut, not the state)
- OUs defense kills me, and makes we want to rip my eyes out
- Dragonforce is awesome
- Graduation couldn't come any quicker
- I got good gas mileage on the way down here, so kudos to Jasmine
Good.
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| I won't update this soon ever again, I just wanted to write about this.
I think the Huffman wants me dead. Something tells me, I don't know. I come home last night from the Huff, and I'm fine. It was a good triceps and back night, I got a lot done, it felt good (in a good painful way, like good pain, not bad pain) The kind of pain you get after, well, a good workout you know?
But, this morning I wake up and my right elbow is killing me. I don't know what from. Either a spider exacted its revenge on me for something I did to one of its family members, or the Huffman secretly injected me with a death chemical. My elbow looks like I have part of a tennis ball stuck under the skin, and if it gets touched, I flip out. I don't usually do that. Hyperextension perhaps? Over-stressed ligament or tendon? Old bullet-wound acting up again? Any of these is a possibility.
Oh well, I can take it -I'm beginning to hate that phrase.
Our apartment is awesome.
Oh yeah, I got a 'B' in my summer class, and I put approximately ZERO effort into it, it was awesome. I didn't study for my quizzes, wrote all of my papers the night before (including the final, I actually wrote part of that one the morning of), and slept through class almost every day. How awesome is that? Unfortunately, this won't work with most of my upcoming classes. Oh and people that are just beginning college, don't follow my example.... bad Brandt.... bad.
Sweet, latre. | | |
| A week off from work.... and nothing to do.
I'll be at the Huffman. | | |
| 4 tickets to the first DragonForce concert in America: $80
4 cans of Rockstar energy drink to pump up the hardcoredness: $8
Tank of gas to get there: $42
9 bottles of water after being on the floor for two hours moshing and merely trying to stand up: $18
Screaming as loud as you can and holding up two hands with the rock-on signal proudly displayed with three of your best friends because your favorite death metal band in the world is playing your favorite song: Priceless | | |
| -sigh-
You might be bored if......
You woke up this morning to the sound of a crying 1 year old who extremely desires to enter you room via the makeshift door which consists of five pieces of wood and wire and either dirty-fy your clean clothes by peeing on them or use your toothbrush as toilet paper....again. Following a bowl of rice and watching the United States losing to Ghana in the World Cup Soccer Tourney, you sit in a rocking chair and read about the Sandanistas and how they overthrew the tyrannical Somoza government only to be tyrannical themselves. After that, you had some sweet lunch of rice, again, but with chicken this time, during which the power went out, as it usually does for a couple of hours every afternoon, and tried to avoid the crying one year old from peeing on your clothes as you pacify him. Then you go back to the rocking chair on the porch, read the book of Numbers, which is by far the most boring book in the bible, and chase the one year old, who is now naked, save a loin cloth diaper, and running towards the street. Sick of the monotony of a slow day, you take a taxi into San Rafael del Sur, and enjoy a mariachi love song along the way. Upon arrival, you hack into your friend´s xanga site, because he STILL hasn´t changed it since last year when you broke into it in order to send your girlfriend a message while sitting in a cybercafe in a McDonalds in London. Then you post a ridiculously ludicrous message that is completely uninteresting, wonder what you will do for the rest of the day, and catch a taxi back to El Salto, only to find the naked one year old has indeed successfully infiltrated your room and peed on your clean clothes yet another time.
......then......you might be bored...... | | |
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