Spring break is officially over… please excuse me while I go and kill myself! As soon as I got back to school Sunday, I was bombarded with tons of work to do. I’m feeling a bit stressed at the moment, but my spring break was fun, not real exciting, but fun.

-Quick warning: this recap of my Spring Break is slightly out of order, during breaks from school I don’t carry my calendar around, so I don’t remember dates – it’s quite sad.

Let’s see... I went to Ryan’s house for a bit and had dinner. I always enjoy eating dinner with the Pernice’s, such witty conversation is made. I’m usually laughing trying not to choke on my food. Sometime during the week I made my first trip up to RHS since October. I went and saw all the teachers and people that are still there. It was weird being back at RHS—seeing that life was able to go on with out me there. (I know, that’s really big headed of me to say, but everyone gets a big head moment a week, right?) I had lunch with some old teachers at Rhea’s—quite delicious: the hamburger, fries, nice juicy burger…sorry…I’m slightly hungry. Mr. Huff, the old assistant principal of RHS, has moved to Roswell North Elementary; I went over there to see him and talk about life. He’s such a wise man; he should be President or something. Sometime during the week I had lunch with Alan at Chick-Fil-A. What else did I do? OHHH…yeah… I went shopping, like ‘major oh-my-god I spent to much money’ shopping. I went to see Joel in his school’s production of “Little Shop of Horror’s.” He was an EXLLECENT Seymour – go Joel! Before I went to see Joel in his play, I went up to the North Georgia Premium Outlets on 400. Yeah… lots and lots of my money was left up there, but I returned with some awesome clothing. My mother finally caved in and got me a cell phone! Yay for moms who give in! I did some other stuff but I’m too tired to type or remember what I did…

I now have to work on my speech for Public Speaking and try to understand this math crap for the test this Thursday.

Goodnight to all – save the whales.

Gone home for Spring Break - see-ya in a week!

I got this from the smokinggun.com website:

MARCH 11--We're not sure if anyone keeps track of such things, but Julia Roberts may be the country's oldest alleged crack dealer. The 96-year-old North Carolina woman--that's right, 96--was busted Monday along with a few younger relatives/cohorts for running a drug operation out of her home. As noted on the below Cleveland County Sheriff's Office report, Roberts is facing a felony distribution charge and a misdemeanor drug paraphernalia count.

Oh My God. I just saw the most disturbing thing! I was going to the bathroom to relive myself *coughs* I noticed that the door to the bathroom was closed, we usually keep them open. I didn’t think twice. (Mistake 1) I walk into the bathroom, and what do I see? Some guy shaving his, um, “other” parts. I was embarrassed for him, me, and his mother. In confusion I ran, actually, I made a stride over to the bathroom stall. I was so shocked, and… embarrassed I just giggled (Mistake 2) to myself in the stall and came out. I walked back outside the bathroom with my head down (Mistake 3). Now THAT was weird.

Oh, here is my first radio voiceover commerical - let me know what you think!
http://www.kickwave.com/sgc/Miguel%20Fuller%20-%20Radio%20Announcement.mp3

Spring Break is only two days away! THANK YOU JESUS!

These past few days have been filled with a lot of thoughts about myself. My inside. Who I am.

Who am I? This question plagued me most of my high school career, and since I’ve been in college the question has been pulled to the forefront of my mind everyday. I don’t know who I am. I’m not really sure what I’m trying to get at with this entry. I use to think that I was able to express what I felt, but as I get older and my feelings and emotions become more complex, it’s harder for me to put what I’m feeling into words.

I think by the end of the week I can officially label this my “gay cinema” week. I’ve seen two gay themed movies and they both have deeply moved me. This first one I saw at the beginning of the week was the awesome awesome independent movie “Camp.” It came out in the movie theaters this past summer and I finally was able to grab a copy from the local video store. Though some of the plot was a bit simple and some of the acting was so so, there was still a great message to the movie: No matter who you are, what you are, where you come from, you are still important to someone. I just really identified with one of the characters from the movie, well several actually. Tonight for the first time I saw the movie “Boys Don’t Cry.” Oh my gosh, I just, I don’t know… I was speechless after seeing the movie. After every time I hear about a hate crime, or see a movie about it, it always leads me if this stupefied type mood. I just don’t know what to feel. I think I feel anger, I think I feel sadness, sometimes I just feel defeated. I feel like there is just so much hate in this world, I sometimes wonder how can I as one human being make a difference? How can I change the minds of so many people who profess to be loving, but hide behind the Bible while condemning others? How do you stop that hate? Some times its just overwhelming thinking about it. But I think what really upsets me is that there are people who feel so isolated and down. There are gay kids (teens) who think that no one loves them, no one cares. I wish I could talk to each and everyone one of them and let them know that someone does love them and some does care.

I don’t really think I have a conclusion to all of what I just wrote; I’m just left with a bunch of questions.

Ladies and Gents, I think I have found a new favorite song! For the past two years John Mayer has dominated my cd player. I think I own every CD he has put out. But, a new day has come, and with that new day, a new band has come along. The wonderful band I am talking about is none other then the wonderful, talented, creative, band: Nickel Creek.

I downloaded a few of their songs about two weeks ago. I liked their sound, and I remember Ryan and Dana going to one of their concerts senior year and saying how much they liked them…I think… So last weekend I went to Wal-Mart—they didn’t have it. I went to K-Mart—they didn’t have it. Finally I went to the cool little record store here in town called Sounds Good—they DIDN’T have it! By this time I wanted to cry! But they said they would order the cd, and that it should be in by Tuesday. Well Tuesday rolled around and when I went in to purchase the CD, the clerk at Sounds Good told me that the warehouse where they get CD’s from was out of Nickel Creek CD’S!!!!!!!!!!! So I had to wait all week until today to get it! And I got it, and it’s awesome! I love the cd, yay yay and more yay.

Am I the only person who doesn’t drink or smoke? I know I’m considered a boring person, but gosh, I thought there were other people out there who didn’t drink or smoke. I went to Cory’s room to return his cd player back to him. (I borrowed his cd player so I could work out, that’s one of the only good things about my school: our new fitness center and swimming pool.) His roommate was there as usual, looking like he would just love to put his foot between my eyes. I ask where Cory is and he gives me some smartass comment, when he could have just said, “He’s in Steven’s room.” After I try to decipher what he has just told me, I just go over to Steven’s room. As I’m walking towards Steven’s door, I hear him and Cory talking, so of course I stand by the door and listen to what there talking about (does that make me a bad person?). I hear a third voice and I am immediately intrigued. I can’t really understand what there saying, so in frustration I give in and knock on the door. To my surprise, the guy that I happen to think is very hot and I see him ALL THE TIME, answers the door. This takes me by surprise, and like an idiot, I say, “Um, yeah, is, um, Steven there?” He does that sexy little ha ha thing, and says, “Yes.” I walk into the room and it smells like a freaking ash tray. Like the super smart person I am-HA!-I look around the room. Cory is on Steven’s couch, his eyes are red, Steven’s speech is a bit slurred, and the cute kid is about to bring out the guitar. I’m not happy all of a sudden—it looks as if Mary Jane has paid a visit to Steven’s room. Bitch. I say something about Cory’s cd player, and I abruptly leave. I hope that I was wrong and they weren’t smoking. If they were, I will be really disappointed. But it’s not like they would care one way or the other if I were disappointed. But I’m also sad that I have found another fault with Mr. Cutie. The other day I saw him drive by the dorms with a cigarette in his mouth. He lost like 20 points in my book. That is so gross. But yeah, I’m not going to worry about those fools tonight, I need to get some shut eye, like now. Goodnight.

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