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.

Some good reading: http://damgi.com/

Today is a wonderful day! For the first time in a long while, I feel good. I don’t know if it’s the t-shirt flip flop weather, or the fact that I have nothing major to worry about this weekend, but I feel damn good today! I woke up around 10:00 AM, sat in the bed for a while, got up, and took a shower. Went to Subway around 12:00, came back to my dorm room, and watched the movie “Duplex” –the one with Drew Barrymore and Ben Stiller. Very funny movie, but a weird ending. OH! Last night, I rented an awesome movie; I know I loose like ten guy points (is there such a thing?) but the movie was just good, “Real Women have Curves.” I think it was a HBO movie last year or something. There were a couple of things I would have changed about the actors, but overall the movie had a wonderful message, sorta up lifting. I think I needed something like that last night.

Well I just wanted to write out the happiness that I’m feeling right now! Until next time…

This just in...

Rosie O'Donnell has gone bridal.

O'Donnell and longtime companion Kelli Carpenter wed in a quick, private ceremony Thursday at San Francisco's City Hall, becoming the most famous of the 3,300-plus same-sex couples to get hitched there in recent weeks.

The newly minted marrieds, hand in hand and clutching a bouquet and their license, briefly addressed the hundreds of fans on hand to cheer.

"I'd like to thank the city of San Francisco for the amazing stance the mayor has taken, and all the people here who have assisted not just us, but the thousands and thousands of other law-abiding and loving American families who want the rights that every other married couple is entitled to," O'Donnell said to a rousing ovation.

Susan Leal, the city's treasurer and a fellow lesbian, officiated the ceremony. The San Francisco's Gay Men's Chorus provided a soundtrack, serending the newlyweds with "Going to the Chapel" as they exited City Hall.

Earlier, in a statement issued by publicist Cindi Berger, O'Donnell said, "We, too, have a dream of equality for all families. The only way changes are made in society is when people like [San Francisco] Mayor Gavin Newsom have the courage to stand up against injustice."

The couple's visit to the City by the Bay was a brief one. They were to go from City Hall to the airport for a flight back to their home in New York. With four kids, quipped O'Donnell, "there's no time for a honeymoon."

It was a long day for the duo. They awoke in the predawn hours to give Rosie enough time to announce their matrimonial intentions on ABC's Good Morning America before hopping a plane from New York to San Francisco to make a 1 p.m. PT appointment for their marriage license.

During her GMA appearance, O'Donnell explained that she and Carpenter had been wanting to get hitched for months and were ultimately spurred to action by President George W. Bush's call two days prior for a constitutional amendment banning same-sex marriages.

"I think the actions of the President are, in my opinion, the most vile and hateful words ever spoken by a sitting president," O'Donnell said on the program. "I am stunned and horrified."

The couple will join the parade of gay couples who have tied the knot in San Francisco since Feb. 12, when Newsom ordered city officials to begin issuing same-sex marriage licenses in defiance of a California law stating marriage is strictly between a man and a woman. Newsom says the law violates the equal protection clause in the state constitution.

Governor Arnold Schwarzenegger has since ordered the state's attorney general to look into the legality of those unions and several California courts have taken up the matter, but so far none has issued an injunction blocking the nuptials.

O'Donnell, who came out of the closet shortly before her daytime talk show folded in the spring of 2002, is no stranger to the culture wars, having lobbied to overturn a Florida law prohibiting same-sex couples from adopting. Now, she says, she's ready for a new fight.

"I find this proposed amendment very, very, very, very shocking. And immoral. And you know, if civil disobedience is the way to go about change, then I think a lot of people will be going to San Francisco," she said on GMA. "And I hope they put more people on the steps to marry as many people as show up. And I hope everyone shows up."

O'Donnell and Carpenter, a dancer turned marketing director for Nickelodeon, are going on six years and four kids together--three of whom they adopted and the most recent arriving last year when Carpenter gave birth via artificial insemination.

O'Donnell, 40, and Carpenter, 35, had hoped to wed in New York last fall during O'Donnell's trial with former Rosie publisher Gruner + Jahr USA, but the state currently doesn't recognize such unions.

"We applied for spousal privilege and were denied it by the state. As a result, everything that I said to Kelli, every letter that I wrote her, every email, every correspondence and conversation was entered into the record," said O'Donnell. "After the trial, I am now and will forever be a total proponent of gay marriage."

After leaving the GMA studios, she and Carpenter immediately headed to the airport.

Today was the first performance of “Rowan and Martin’s Laugh-In.” I have a bunch of different parts in the play. Most of the people didn’t get half of jokes in the play, well keep in mind that most of the jokes are from the 1960’s, so I wouldn’t expect many people from generation y to get them. But that was fun; we have two more performances tomorrow, then I’m done with the show. I won’t have rehearsal everyday, which will free up a lot of time for me.

I have a Sociology and Math mid-term tomorrow. I don’t think I’m going to get very good grades on these mid-terms tomorrow. I have had no motivation to study or anything. I just want to lye in my bed all day, and read the three books that I bought, that I really want to read. Ah, to be able to lye in a bed—sleep, wake up, relax—now that sounds like fun to me.

My diet went no where. I was going to start on Monday, but of course, it ended on Monday also. I can’t seem to get in a healthy drive… I’m all about the greasy, fattening foods right now. I need to STOP!

I talked with Mrs. Frier (newspaper advisor) today about all the issues I’ve been having with stuff. I love vague words like stuff. I mean, they could mean so many THINGS… but only the writer knows exactly what stuff and things mean…

It’s time for sleep…goodnight.

Well this is sad, a test I just took on the net said: You are "64% (Dixie). A definitive Southern score!" NO!! I'm not a southerner! NO NO NO NO!!!!

Take the test: http://www.moline1968.com/dixie.htm

SO, someone informed me that my Blog was too depressing. Of course I did my fake laugh and defend my Blog. I told them that my blog was full of happy memories from my senior year of high school, and this first year of college. After the conversation I went back to my dorm room, and of course I started to dig through all of my past entries to see if I was indeed a depressing Blog writer. Sadly, they were right. But there is a reason why most of my entries are like that. For one, most of the time people see me as the happy go lucky person, yes I may look stressed half the time, but usually I have a happy disposition. But what you don’t know, or you may, is that a lot of times I want to go off on someone, or get into a debate and defend my beliefs, but I feel like I can’t articulate what I feel, or I think that I will get out worded. Especially when I go back to Atlanta, and hang out with my friends from high school. I mean, you all are SO freaking smart and intelligent, all of you. Sometimes I feel like a stupid little 5th grader who can’t tell you exactly what there feeling, or how they believe. I think I’ve gotten a bit off topic…but basically, I don’t say things in real life, so I save them for here and usually that happens when some one really pisses me off and instead of telling them that they upset me, I come to type out my thoughts.

With that said, I’m going to try and write a balanced Blog. Happy, sad, and everything in between. So here goes…

Yesterday I FINALLY finished working on the newspaper, and I we were able to send it off to Valdosta to be printed. So we should get the paper back by Tuesday morning. I think this is the best newspaper I’ve done so far. The layout is awesome. I wonder what people are going to say. Hopefully good things. Tuesday at the last journalism meeting, I told the staff writers that I want to run the paper a little differently then what we’ve done in the past. Instead of me giving them all of their topics, I’m going to let them all brainstorm different words that are affecting college students. I told them that I didn’t want the school newspaper to be the “Miguel South Georgia College Newspaper.” So hopefully the next issue will not only look good, but have fun, informative content. OH OH….last week I had a huge test in Dr. Butler’s history class. He is known for giving impossible tests. Well guess who was one of the four people in my class to get an A on the test, ME!!! OH my gosh, I was about to JUMP out of my seat when I found out that I made a 91 on this not so impossible test! That was the highlight of my day!

Well I need to finish washing my clothes….

Help.

Fun...

I am Nothing!



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Have I ever mentioned how much I hate people? I don’t care how I nice I am, how giving I am, I still find that people can be COMPLETE ASS HOLES! I am so tired of trying to be the nice person that keeps peace with everyone, I’m sick of it! I pour my heart and soul into being a nice person to everyone, no matter who-what you are. Even if I don’t like you, and if I know you don’t like me, I at least try to give you freakin respect, just for being a person, a human being! It just hurts me to see how stupid and ignorant people can be. I wish that these people I live with could see through my eyes—see what I have to go through every day. I want them to feel the shame and guilt I feel every time I walk into church, just for having feelings about people I can’t help. I want these goddamn dumb ass mother fuckers (sorry, I’m really pist) to UNDERSTAND what I—and countless others—have had to go through, just to live life. They just don’t know, and sadly I don’t think they ever will.

***Sorry for going off like this, this is just the only medium I have to vent my frustrations.

Ok, now moving on to something a bit more light hearted, well, not that light. Today is Valentine’s Day, oh yeah. How fun, Thank You Hallmark. This is just more day that I feel like crap. But luckily I have a billion activities to do that will keep me pretty busy. (Just in case you care, which you probably don’t! Here’s the line up of my day.) Tomorrow I’m going to wake up around 9AM or 9:30AM and go work on the newspaper some more. (My dream would be to get the whole paper finished this weekend, and have the paper go to press Monday—but the prefect world doesn’t exist!) Then around 2:45PM or so, I have to go in and work at the station. Its fun working at the radio station, I don’t do much, but I like sitting back and trying to learn everything as fast as I can. I’m trying to soak up as much knowledge as I can. I’ll be there until like 10PM, and then I’ll come back to school and work on the newspaper some more, and then when I can’t even keep my eyes open, I will go back to the dorms, fall into my bed, and have a peaceful-dreamless-sleep. Ah, what a day it shall be.

Well until next time my educated friends…

I think something is wrong with me. Why am I always tired? I don’t think I can remember a moment where I wasn’t uttering, “Man, I’m tired,” or “You know, I could sure use a break right now.” I always want to just crawl in my bed and sleep for hours! One day I’ll feel all awake and ready to go, and that will be a very dangerous day.

Yesterday I went to the GCPA-Georgia College Press Association Better Newspaper Contest. It was interesting to be around all the other journalism geeks, but I felt a bit out of place. Everyone there looked so smart, like they all were just going to start spouting definitions of big words from the dictionary. While Jonas, Alicia, and myself are walking around feeling really stupid (Jonas-A&E Staff Writer / Alicia-Staff Photographer).

In Douglas—where I go to school—people never see the highway. When you get off I-75 to get to SGC, it takes about an hour to get to the school, so a lot of the people who are students and have lived here there whole life, haven’t been on the highway often. Jonas and Alicia were freaking out in the car when I was driving on the highway—the GCPA convention was in Macon. It was funny to see them put their hands over their faces as I would change lanes or something, that was hilarious! –You had to be there.

Of course, like the over achieving, loving to be stressed out person I am, I ran for Vice President of GCPA. There wasn’t much involved in running, all I had to do was get up in front of everyone and say my name, where I’m from, and what my position is on the paper at school. They announced the winners at the luncheon later on that afternoon—and I’m happy (I think) to say that I won. I don’t have to do much, thank God! I just think this will be good for my resume—and I think it will help our school paper The South Georgian at these competitions. We shall see.

Right now I’m sitting here TRYING to study for my World History test this week. The test is almost next to impossible! This is the first teacher I have ever had who wants us to memorize dates! I. Can’t. Remember. Dates. BUT, I’m going to try. I do like the teacher though; he’s really pushing us to go up and beyond what’s usually expected of us.

The deadline for the paper is this week…that means I start production of the paper this week…fun…nope, not at all. SO basically I’m going to get like 15 articles on m y desk Tuesday and have to go into frantic mode to put the paper together. But this time I’m training some people on how to use Quark—the program we use to put the paper together—so they can start to help with layout, so that should make the whole task a bit better for me.

Well I’m off to TRY and study for World History.

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