I've moved to LJ. You can find this update there. The address is:

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What's up all of my dedicated blog readers?! That's right, I'm not dead. I am, in fact, live and well! Since the last update, ho-hum, what's gone on? A LOT! We'll start with the big news. Just last Tuesday, I went to Dr. Ali's office to get checked up on, and the grand total is... drum roll please...

28 motherfuckin' pounds!

That's right, bitches, I'm disappearing! This thing is workin' and it's going to work even better when I get my ass moving even more (starting this weekend).

The next big thing, Brad Ped won't be flying alone in apartment U-1 this year. That's right, I've got a roommate...of sorts. I'm living with a girl...but to all of the ladies, don't be jealous. My girl is Layla, my lil' kitten. She's now about 8 weeks old and is a really sweet tiger-striped (sort of) black and grey kitten. Interested in seeing the cutest kitten EVER?

Yeah, she ROCKS.

Next news, the Brad Ped total make-over continues. Last week, I got myself a new set of eyeballs...actually contacts. I've been sporting the clear ones, but soon I'll be a blue-eyed sexy-beast! Check me out! You know you will.

But that's it for tonight. Until next time, bitches....

Today was my first day being able to drive since the surgery and, let me tell you, Paula was great. My car (who is named Paula, FYI), drove beautifully - like a charm. Couple that with the fact that I Armor-all'ed the shit out of the inside and vaccuumed it spotless, it was like stepping into a new car for the first time. OK, it wasn't that immaculate, but it was great. There are some little things that can be taken for granted, such as driving, when looking at the larger scheme of things. I guess I just appreciate things more now, since I've got a new lease on life.

But I don't appreciate those bastard motorcycle drivers that revv their engines outside of my house. Sons'o'bitches.

I just realized something, as my early bedtime for the summer fast-approaches... I've been going to bed earlier than usual (about 10:30 or 11) and I've been getting up earlier (around 8 or 9 a.m.). Today when I was driving, I stayed either at or below the speed limit. What the fuck is wrong with me? Going to bed and getting up early? Driving the proper speed? Am I sick? I hope not... maybe I'm becoming - sensible. FUCK NO! As soon as I'm 100%, I'm gettin' my ass movin' in the car (20 miles over the speed limit, minimum!) and staying up LATE!

Brad Ped being sensible? Fuck that shit. Never.

I don't feel like adding a bunch of shit to this today/tonight, so I'm going to keep it simple like a... uh... something easy.

Went to Dr. Ali's again today for the regularly scheduled check-up (since the last one was an emergency visit). Today, Dr. Ali took the steri-strips off of all six of the incisions. A steri-strip is the small, extra strong and sticky piece of medical tape a surgeon puts over small incisions to serve as an adhesive agent (or something like that). When the doctor takes them off, that means the incisions are healed up enough to be left out to the air and finish the healing process naturally. So that means I'm well on the path to a full recovery.

Also, he weighed me today...the grand total for weight loss (since May 23, which was last Monday) is 12.5 lbs. Yay for me!

What's up APO'ers who read this! This message is directly directed at you!! THE APO'ERS OF LAMBDA O!

I'm glad to hear that the 50th celebration ran without any major hitches. It's good to know that we all can come together to celebrate the brotherhood we have through Lambda O, and we can truly appreciate what our chapter has given us. Hell, I wouldn't know ANY of you if it weren't for Lambda O because, frankly, I'm the coolest mofo on WVU's campus and I don't think I'd have given any of you the time of --- what the fuck am I saying? I'd never have met any of you because I was a hermit.

But I'm kind of sad to hear about 50th, too. One reason, i wasn't there. I missed a party that comes up once in a lifetime for a fraternity. But the other reason I'm sad about 50th and/or the weekend is that some more dramatics arose. Now, I don't know exactly what happened, no idea who said what to who or did what to who, or who did who even. I don't even understand the entire situation and I'm not going to claim to understand it. I'm not even totally sure of who is involved in all of this mess, so there can be no proverbial finger-pointing done on my part. Maybe that makes me the best to say this, since I wasn't there and am clueless.

Shit happens. We all do things to eachother that are either hurtful and/or regretable. But the thing that makes this happen is that we're all different. That's what makes everything so damned cool. But it also makes everything so damned confusing. But we've gotta remember that we've come together as one through Lambda O and the fact that we all want to better the world around us through service.

OK, enough preachy. I'm just going to say it...it's summer time and we don't have a lot of contact because of the distance between us. Instead of stewing all summer, why can't we all just let bygones be bygones? I know some cuts are really deep and hurt, but every cut can heal with time and patience. If you need to confront someone, confront them. If you don't like confrontation, don't confront them. But the fact of the matter is we're all going to be back to Morgantown in August and face eachother once again. Why hold any animosity? Let the summer be the time where problems simmer and fizzle. It hurts to know that some underlying drama could hurt not only us, but our committment to making the world a better place. It hurts me, especially, knowing that next year is my final year with the people that have become more than friends to me. I just don't want to come into drama and leave WVU and Lambda O with a sick, sad taste in my mouth.

That's my peace. Take it as either just a concerned party or me trying to step up (for once) and become a leader.

OK, now that's off my chest.

But some good news...today is day four of Brad's Banding expirement. Guess what, bitches???!!!??? It's working! After a visit to Dr. Ali's office, I found out that I've already lost 8 pounds. HAHA! So I'm now having a good day now that I've got some shit off of my mind.

It's been a while since I've voiced my...um...voice... on this blog. So I figure I'd better get goin' on it so nobody thinks I've either died from the surgery or fallen off of the face of the earth.

Monday (May 23) was the surgery. Dr. Ali told me that everything went better than they could have hoped for, which is a big plus. It's been a rough recovery so far... man, am I glad I didn't have this done over break or else I don't think I'd have made it back for the rest of the semester. I'm up and moving pretty nicely. I'm going and going and going like that freakin' Energizer Bunny. Walking is still a work in progress, I hunch over like Quasimodo, but I'm walking none the less.

It already looks like I'm kickin' the weight. It looks like I'm almost back to where I was when the facebook picture was taken (which a lot of people tell me I looked my best). The liquid diet isn't as bad as it seems. Every morning I wake up and take two pills, a chewable multivitamin and drink a protein shake (which isn't much different than before). Then around noonish, I take a couple more pills and, if there is pain, liquid Tylenol, and have another round of protein shake. Yeah, that's a lot of protein, but if I don't get it, a fait worse than death could occur... I could lose my hair. Yeah, bald Brad isn't a good idea.

So today (Friday, May 27) I'm off to Erie to visit Dr. Ali (the surgeon who did the surgery) for a suprise check-up. Then Tuesday I go again to Dr. Ali's. If all goes well, I'll be able to drive again after Tuesday! HURRAY! I've got such a clean Impala waiting for me... oh how I miss Paula (which is the name of my car, FYI)!

So, that's all I've got to say. I'm psyched, today I get to take the first shower since surgery, so I'm gettin' ready to roll. So until next time, play on, player.

OK, another random thoughts day.

1. I feel like this weekend the final chapter in a really shitty book. OK, maybe not a shitty book, but one that could have been much better. I'm not going to lie. I've had it pretty good up until this point. Maybe a book was a bad metaphor. Let's put it this way: My life before was like a movie on VHS. It still functions but isn't exactly top'o'the line. I feel like I'm being upgraded to DVD. VHS is alright, but DVD is the way to go.




• I know I've been talking about this surgery thing a lot lately. But that's the biggest thing going on in my life right now and this blog is about me, goddamn it. So of course I'm going to talk a lot about it. Also, I've been makin' myself so nervous lately I've been borderline sick. So now I'm trying to get it all out of my system so I can go on with my life until Monday. So now I just have to chill and let it out.


• I don't think anyone could ever understand, truly, what I'm going through right now or what I've gone through over the past 23 years. I don't know what it's like to buy clothes off of the regular rack, I don't know what it's like to be able to participate in whatever I want to do, I don't know what it's like to not be judged by being fat. So I've got to do this. No I'm not doing this for anyone but me. I know that a lot of people think I'm doing this for reasons that aren't ideally about me. But I am. How could I be happy otherwise? I couldn't be. I have to lose weight for a few reasons. One, I don't wanna die young, two, I don't wanna become a diabetic. My motivation: health reasons. If you don't believe me, go fuck yourself.


2. I'm glad I don't have to watch a pooh movie. I don't think I could sit through an hour to two hours of watching a movie about shit.


3. Today, when driving through Erie, I called someone "a canker sore on the pussy lips of the earth."


4. I bought three new pairs of flip flops. That's good. Because flip definitely goes well with flop.


5. I like AIM because sometimes my hands are shaky and my instant messages wouldn't be right on if it weren't for a program to aim for me.


6. Tonight at dinner, I had General Tso's chicken. I don't know how great he was in the military, but I do commend him on the control he had over small pieces of chicken.


7. I don't like to call soft drinks "pop," because that makes it sound like it's a drug. Just think...junkies go out to get smack. I'm not a junkie, I just love pop.


8. My undershirt is a V-neck. Only problem is, my neck is straight, not V-shaped.


9. Some people like to make fun of me when I send them instant messages with words mispelled because I'm a graduate student in journalism. I guess that should make me a good speller. That's bullshit. Just because I can write doesn't mean I can spell. I'd understand them making fun of me if I were a dictionary graduate student.


10. I'm into the reggae band Toots & the Maytals. But Toots name is messed up because he sings, he doesn't toot anything. Ever.


11. Social Distortion has never distorted any of my socialness. They cleared some shit up, actually. Social Distortion is an amazing band.

Ok, this is gettin' ridiculous, so I'm going to end this with some quotes from the new Social Distortion album, "Sex, Love and Rock'n'Roll."

• "So if you please take this moment, try if you can, make it last. Don't think about no future and just forget about the past and make it last." - Reach for the Sky


• "I'm with you when you're born, you can take me when you die with all the reasons why. But don't take me for granted." - Don't Take Me for Granted


• "I'm a loaded gun that pointed at the mirror, a drugstore cowboy whose end is near. I'm a big time schemer with broken down dreams, I'm a derelict rebel without a cause. I ain't the cat with the sharpest claws, no baby, cause sometimes life just ain't what it seems. And just like you, I'm wondering why." - Nickels and Dimes


• "When pressures up and the stress is high, and I wanna bid this world good bye, I'm gonna bury my frustrations, grab some of life's satisfactions. Yeah, I'm gonna live before I die. I try to find some peace of mind, when my life's treating me unkind. Pain will be my motivation, I'm gonna use my imagination. Yeah, I'm gonna live before I die. So close your eyes, and embrace your memories, leave your troubles and your worries far behind. Stop contemplating and start celebrating. Yeah, you gotta live before you die." - Live Before You Die
  
  
  
  

The subject...no, it's not a reference to somethin' pornographic. It's a reference to the surgery... and man, am I gettin' fuckin' nervous.

So nervous, in fact, that I haven't been sleeping and eating right...not enough sleep and even less food. And you know what that combination does to you, when combined with weather that is moodier than a two year old with A.D.D.? You guessed it, it makes Brad's nose and sinuses go CRAZY.So I've been playin' nice and sickly lately, but I still mustered enough up to go to Morgantown today. I am no longer a resident of the Hippiedome known as Bon Vista Villa O-12. No longer do I dwell in the dome of the hippie. Instead, I'm in Bon Vista Villa U-1. So now, U-1 needs a new name fit of my dwelling.

An interesting thing happens when I'm between Cochranton and Morgantown. That interesting thing: I start thinking. Usually it's absurd-psycho shit that doesn't matter to anyone and is just insane. So, I'm remembering the best I can, here are the top of the pops of my thoughts on the way home from Morgantown.

1. My nose is running and I'm kind of congested, probably related to pollen and other shit in the air that comes with spring/summer. Thanks a lot. My thought on the weather, if it were a person I'd punch it in the face. Weather is a dick.


2. Between Washington, Pa., and Pittsburgh, there is a big-ass green steel bridge. It's REALLY high. You know what? I'm glad it's pretty high. That way, if it fell, I'd have a few more seconds to get out from under it.




• After the bridge thought, the next thing to go through my mind is "fuck that, why would I be hanging out under a bridge anyway? I'm not a troll and I probably wouldn't like the taste of goats."


3. There are a lot of dead deer between Mo-town and C-Town. That might be a good thing. Those corpses serve as a warning to the other deer... "Don't fuck with the road, deer." But then again, it could be a shame. What if you love the taste of venison? That's a damned shame.


4. I like to look nice. One way I do that is to keep my face well groomed. Yeah, the goatee gets kinda shaggy. But that's not the only thing. A lot of guys don't notice it, but they have long nose hairs. These hairs, like the hair on your head and any pubes (you PERV! Facial hair are just pubes on the face!) need trimmed periodically. I have a little pencil thing just to do that. Maybe, JUST MAAAAAAY-BE, my nose problem stems back to this. I haven't trimmed my nose hairs in a little under a month. Maybe those little fuckers are trapping and holding some rude shit under my sinuses. So if you eliminate those little bastards, problem solved.




• Just a note. I tried to "solve the problem." Nope, trimming the nose hairs doesn't get rid of a sinus infection. All it does is gunk-up the nose hair trimmer (thankfully it's water safe) and make you sneeze and shoot out little hairs whenever you use a Kleenex.


5. When I'm thin, I'll be ghetto-fab because all of my clothes will be baggy. I'd better make sure I don't wear my red and/or blue clothes in the wrong part of town. I don't want to get shot.

Yeah, so that's all that's goin' through my head. Enjoy. Oh yeah, and don't try the nose hair trimmer during sinus problems. It sucks.

Ooooooh, I've seemed to create some confusion about Friday's appointment with Dr. Ali. All this appointment was for was to sign all of the consentual forms and waivers needed to do the surgery and I got scripts for the final blood tests.

I get the final blood tests for my surgery on Monday at Meadville Medical Center (hopefully I won't run into the same vampire that couldn't find the freakin' veins!). And as for the surgery:

The surgery date is May 23.
My arrival time at Hamot Medical Center is 6:30 a.m.
My surgery time is 8 a.m., which means my new life begins around 9 a.m., since the surgery takes roughly an hour to do, and I'll be staying in the hospital overnight. So look out world, here comes the new Brad.

PS., according to Mitch Hedburg, this is what the alphabet would look like if you removed "Q" and "R."

PSS. I also like visitors! If you want to come visit me after the surgery, the best day would be May 25 or beyond. Just give me a call or drop me an instant message (AIM: BradPed) and I'll let you know when to come and where I'm at.

PS, um... PSS²? I got a couple messages showing concern during the day on Friday. I appreciate soooo much support and love all of you who do give a shit about what happens to me. Thank you ALL so much.

So today, I go down to Morgantown only to find that I can't get all of the shit into the car again. So I'm headin' back on May 18 (anyone in Motown reading this...get a hold of me and we'll hang out!) to take care of, mainly, my desk chair, clothes and stuff in the 'fridge. Lucky me. No desk chair at home means I'm sitting on a metal folding chair, which makes my ass hurt, even when I'm sitting on a pillow.

Oh yeah, I've got some big news for the day... I called Dr. Ali's office and scheduled my surgery date. The date, which is set in stone, is May 23. Friday, I go to Hamot to sign waivers and consent forms and get the last two blood tests.

But for now, I don't really have anything to write about, so here it comes...

AND NOW FOR THE RANT....
You know what I hate? How people say "oh, so you're into music and you're a music critic? You'd probably like *insert shitty band that is the antithesis of what I like here.*" Usually that band is either totally unrelated to anything of any relevance or something I've already said I hate. Here's the usual conversation:
IDIOT: You like G. Love and Special Sauce and moe.? Then you'd probably like Talib Kwali!
BRAD: I've heard Talib Kwali and I'm not really into rap. I just couldn't get into it. I wouldn't really consider G. Love a rapper. I only like a couple rap songs and a few groups like the Roots.
IDIOT: You like the Roots? How could you not like Talib Kwali?
BRAD: Just not a fan.
IDIOT: You really should give him a go. He's such a talented musician.
BRAD: Still not into him.
IDIOT: OK...then maybe you should listen to...

And that's usually when I end up slapping them in the face with whatever blunt object I can get my hands on.

OK, so that ends the rant and blog entry for today.

Oh yeah...and I know somebody is readin' this shit! LEAVE SOME FUCKIN' COMMENTS!!! Thank you, have a nice day and please drive through.

As Pink Floyd sang in "Time," "Home, home again. I like to be here when I can. When I come home, cold and tired, it's good to warm my bones beside the fire." Yeah, that's how it feels.

I'm just worn out right now. Between moving and the passing of my Uncle Joe, I'm spread thinner than you could ever imagine. Maybe this home thing isn't exactly where it's at, but I'm where I'm needed the most right now. Trust me, nothing would make me happier than being nestled in the hippiedome right now, but that's not reality. Reality is that the school year is, indeed, over. Reality is that I'm needed at home right now. Reality is that I've got things to do here, not in Morgantown. So I guess I'll have to suck it up for a summer and brave Cochranton and Crawford Co.

Man, I'm sounding pretty emo right now. But shit happens and sometimes it's cool. Now all I need is a guitar, some make-shift semi-romantic self-depricating lyrics and a whiny singing voice (or a singing voice at all, for that matter) and soon I'll be able to wear vintage t-shirts, tight jeans and hair gel with pride! That's right, I wear my heart on my sleeve because I sewed it on there!

Something came to my attention, today. I was looking at my AIM screen name and something wasn't right. Oh yeah, it was the "ley" tagged in the middle. It didn't fit. So I redid my screen name. Another thing that came to my attention: You blog-reading types, though most know me and have contact info, I figure there's a slight chance you may not have it if you're new to the one called Brad Ped.

That's right, for one-time only, here's one bit of sensitive contact information: MY AIM SCREEN NAME!!! It's no longer BradleyPed. That's right. If you have BradleyPed on your AIM list, you should make it look like this: BradleyPed. My NEW screen name is now: BradPed
That's right. That dumb "ley" was a bastard. So it's gone. Now I feel official. I've got a couple of reasons for changing it. The first reason: Everyone calls me Brad Ped anyways! Why not make it follow this basic conversation pattern:

YOU: Hey Brad Ped! It's nice to see you here in person!
BRAD: Yeah, I rock.
YOU: I sure wish I were able to talk to you when we're not together, in person!
BRAD: I have a jim-dandy idea! Why don't you send me an instant message via AOL's Instant Messaging program, AIM!
YOU: That's a killer idea! But how will I reach you? What's your screen name, Brad Ped?
BRAD: You just said it, beee-yatch!

This conversation pattern arises a lot. So now, if it ever happens, you'll know what to do! Just a hint, when I say "You just said it," I'm referring to BradPed, not beee-yatch. So, this concludes my blog entry for the night. But before I go, I leave you with one little observation from my typing tonight.

I try to type quickly. As quickly as possible, actually. So when I type, I screw up and reverse letters a lot. I also use the word "and" every so often. And when I'm in a hurry, I like to misplace the "a" and the "n" in "and." This makes it look like "nad," not "and." So if you see "nad" included in a list that I've typed not referring to human anatomy, know I'm referring to a linking word and not a testicle.

That's it. As I say on my way out of almost any situation, "I'm out like a boner in sweatpants."

Today was yet another exhausting day. When will this moving out stuff end?? (insert a long, drawn-out pause for dramatic effect here) Oh yeah... tomorrow and/or Friday morning. OK, so it's not as bad as I am making it out, but it's still a bitch of a time. Plus, I'll be heading back to Cochranton, Pa. Nothing ever happens there. EVER.

But I guess it could be worse. I mean, I could be moving to an even bigger nowhere place. At least I'll have my room back. And I'll be one day closer to surgery. So I'm psyched there.

But I've got a lot to do Thurs/Fri. I've got to get all of the furniture out of my apartment, which shouldn't be too bad thanks to three of the best friends I've ever had... Claude, Marshall and Maren. Hell, Marshall even is going as far as to buy the big "L" desk off of me. I'm sick of having this thing around and he likes it (he really likes it!), so it'll all work out nicely. But with those three helping me, tomorrow shouldn't take more than two hours or so.

And so, with that, I head to bed, hoping my already achy back can take another day of moving.

Oh yeah, here's a beauty of a quiz that a few of the APO office delinquents. Figure out which APO'er you are by taking this quiz: http://quizilla.com/users/WVUSA-APO/quizz es/Which" title="http://quizilla.com/users/WVUSA-APO/quizz es/Which" target="_blank"http://quizilla.com/users/WVU...%20Alpha%20Phi%20Omega%20 Member%20Are%20You%3F

Today started to great move-out of Stewartstown Rd. I moved a lot of shit out today... OK, not as much as I would have wanted to, ideally, but I did get a lot of stuff packed (ie. the giant bookshelf that hovers over my living room), and rewarded myself by getting the new Eels album, "Blinking Lights and other Revelations," and Ryan Adams' new one, "Cold Roses." Both are double albums and both are outstanding from start to finish, though Ryan Adams should have put his onto one disc.

After my run to the mall and storage building, I was lucky enough to be able to unwind with Marshall at the Rec Center. The hot tub felt so good on my sore back. And plus it was good to be able to air some stuff out. Although our entire conversation wasn't 100% serious, the part that was serious really helped clear my mind. It's good knowing there is someone out there thinking basically along the same lines as me when it comes to some things.

So the year is runnin' out as is this entry in the Brad Blog, so yeah, time to relax and "drift away" into the night with a little deserved R&R.

So, yeah, my first year at WVU is coming to an end. This second semester has flown by faster than anything I've ever expierenced. The first semester, yeah, it was lame because I didn't really know anyone or do anything. But now that I've got stuff to do and know people, the days aren't long enough. Why couldn't the shitty semester have flown by and the second one taken its time?

It's not that I want to keep going to classes every day, but I love the ambiance that having all of my friends and the Posse around. I'll definitely miss the entire "hey, let's go do something right now" vibe that WVU somehow provides. I don't plan to do things, but things just happen.

But even though this year is ending, I'm opening the book of life to a whole new chapter. Yeah, this summer, I go under the knife to fight the demon that has been haunting my entire existance. I'm getting the lap banding procedure done. The lap band is comparable to gasteric bypass, but it's not as invasive and permanent. Hopefully this will be the solution to the one damning thing I have left in my life.

I know, this is the "Brad gets sentimental and emotional part" of the blog. But I don't think anyone who has never been overweight will ever understand my predicament. I have never been able to enjoy simple things, such as going shopping for new clothes or most amusement park attractions. I'm too big. I've always been too big. Food has always been a part of my life. But lately, to me, food isn't just somethin' you eat to stay alive. It's a weapon. It's deadlier than any gun or knife ever made and it's killing me. I don't know what is wrong with me, I don't think I ever truly will. But one thing I do know, I'm not going to take this anymore. Constantly, I've been held back from all the things I've wanted in life. It's cost me a good portion of my youth, a good section of my personal life and love life and has made people that don't even know who I am or what I stand for and do hate me. I've missed out on so much of my life because I've been overweight and let food dominate my existance. No more. This may not be 100% the solution, but at least it'll kick me in my ass and send me down the right path. It's a start, something more than anyone or anything else has ever given me. For years I've been left behind. I'm going to catch up.

It's something I've wanted forever and I know I won't regret it. I need to do this to feel alive. I need to do this to live. I don't want to die. And I'm not going to give up and let myself just fade away. Fuck that. I'm too damned important.

So the curtain may be closing on my first year of graduate school, but it's going to be opening on a whole new chapter of my life. And trust me, I'm going to hit the ground running.

Oh yeah, and one more thing about my last post. It did indeed make Kel D. crave tapioca pudding and/or cottage cheese. Day one, I'm a success. Ha-haaaaaaaaaaaaa bitches!

I know I said there'd be no news in this blog, but goddamn it, I love burritos. Check this link out: http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/burrito_lockdown " title="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/burrito_lockdown " target="_blank"http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/bu...

So, this is the start of my first, only and probably last blog. Just wanted to join the blogging world, since I'm Mr. Journalist and all of the world's new journalists are seemingly turning to these things.

But will this blog be based on what's going on in the news? Nope. Will it contain lots of editorial commentary from me? Maybe, just not on news. Will it inspire readers to consume record amounts of tapioca pudding and/or cottage cheese? You bet your sweet ass it will.

This blog is where all of the "Brad Ped-isms" will eventually end up... you know, like those great little rants while driving, like "that guy is a fuckstain who takes it right up the tail pipe," or just my everyday quips like "When it comes to bags, you're a douche" or "she's a twatbone!" Yeah, that's where that shit will live, as well as some stuff about me along the way (but this isn't going to turn me into an emo kid, since I'm not all that sad all the time).

So about me. I'm an educated fool with money on my mind, I got a -- wait, I'm not Coolio. But I am an educated fool. I'm currently working on my master's from West Virginia University in Journalism. Next stop: Whever I can get my doctorate, so I can be just like Hunter S. Thompson: A Doctor of Journalism (minus the ether and hardcore drugs).

This year, I'm out to have a blast, along with staying pretty dedicated to school. I just became an active brother of the service fraternity, Alpha Phi Omega, Lambda Omnicron Chapter (Nobody rocks APO like Lambda O!). I accomplished a lil' over 77 hours of service on my own, which helped boost my pledge class, Keith Roessing, to achieve over 1,000 hours alone. APO has given me some of my best friends and a lot of shit to do. Last night was banquet where I found out that I'm the Fall '05 Pledge Educator and that my pledge class thinks I'm one "outstanding" "funny" guy. Yeah, my pledge class rocks... HARD...along with the rest of APO.

Other than that, in the words of many, "I ain't got shit." So, for now, blog on, blogger.