Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow

and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow and snow

Here there fellow Kirksvillains and all you Kirksvillians!

Snowpocalypse has come, but it is not yet gone, people.

Mounds of snow on virtually every corner (or at least the ones I need to turn on and can't see around) are here to remind us that mother nature has a very unique way of kicking us in the crotch when it's least convenient... not that it would ever be convenient to be kicked in the crotch.

Well, we're scheduled for more snow, and I for one have mixed feelings. On one hand, I had one day of classes last week, and TSU canceled class for two days straight, and it was the first time Truman canceled class since 1973!

THAT'S AWESOME!

On the other side of the argument... I'm ready for spring, and more importantly, Spring Break. I'd tell you all about my plans, but that steaming pile of awesome would melt the snow, and then it would just re-freeze into ice-- and I can't afford to run my girlfriend's car into anything else or I may not have a girlfriend anymore.

And that would not be so awesome.

Much love K-Vegas,
I'll be talking to you soon.


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~~Thought for the Day~~

Sometimes, the audio is all that matters...

This is one of those times.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C3b_7S-sGBo&feature=player_embedded



Until next time, stay awesome.


~B

BOOM, BABY!

B is Back, and it's a whole new year!

I'm taking this computer essentials course, and it looks like we will be having some blogging assignments.


That means you can once again enjoy my wit, logic, knowledge, and best of all...


AWESOME-NESS!!!

More to follow...



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~~Thought for the Day~~


"Ashley, bitches gon' hate."




Until next time, stay awesome.


~B

Chillin like a K-Villian

Many people from St. Louis who are my age, who are in Kirksville, wouldn't spend their summer here if their life depended on it.

Don't get me wrong, I love home, in fact I'm going home for a lil over a week. (Top 3 Reasons to go home: 1. Girlfriend 2. Lil Brother 3. Dogs-- fun fact!)

Honestly though, I'm not minding being away from home for a few big reasons:

1. Work

I have a job in Kirksville. A job that I particularly enjoy going to, which doesn't happen very often. Also, I like money. A LOT!

2. Friends

Some people who I'm very close with, and a few that I'm hoping to and becoming closer to, are in Kirksville. Some of these people are: Anna, Dave, Lauren, Roxxy, Matt, Heather, Kaitlynn, Laura (only june), Jackie (only July), and more who I'm sure aren't coming to the top of my head. And, Halfmann is up in Ottumwa.

3. Great Stories

HOLY CRAP! Highlight of the Month for the month of June is easily going to be the gynormous Slip 'n' Slide about 24 hours ago. It's gunna take a major bad ass stunt to outdo that one. (Facebook or ask me if you haven't heard the story yet.) IT WAS LEDGEN--- wait for it ------- and I hope you're not lactose intolerant, because the second part of that word is----DARY!!! LEDGEN-DARY!!!!

4. Alone Time.

I need it. I need to clear my head, think, and try to move on with my life, that I can't seem to keep straight.

Yeah, Kirksville this summer so far has been pretty good. I miss a lot of things about St. Louis and I miss them a helluva lot, but KV is also treating me pretty well.

If you have a legitimate, interesting, or in any way valid response, please leave it in my comments section.

~~Thought for the Day~~

(playing a board game)

1: So what do you say, will you trade cards with me?

2: Hmmmmm......I guess.......maybe.....

Me: .....cutthroat...... you'll be helping her.......cutthroat....

2:NO! NO TRADE!!!

Me: I didn't say don't trade with her, I'm just saying make it more advantageous for you!

1: I don't think she has a clue what the word "cutthroat" means...

Until next time, stay awesome.

~B,

!!@**__~~==addict==~~ __**@!!

"Baby, what's that mark on your arm?"
What? Nothing! You're crazy, leave me alone!
"Seriously what's that on your arm?"
Knock it off! Go back to what you're doing.

She saw my track marks. There was no hiding it, she saw them. So instead I react with anger, borderline violence. If I'm angry she'll stop, she'll leave me alone, she won't ask about it again. She didn't know what it was, because she has no idea that using leaves those marks on me.

Hi, my name is Barney, and I have a problem. I'm an addict. My D.O.C.? Ice. I am addicted to ice. I can't drink anything without putting ice in it, and I can't let anyone know I'm doing it. That party Saturday night? The reason my speech was slurred was not my drinking habits, it was the piece of ice I tucked in my cheek numbing my tongue. The reason I wouldn't walk away from the fridge was so I could sneak some ice out of the freezer when you turned your head.

When the Journalism instructor told us we were all going to become druggie addicts this weekend, I though to myself, "Wow, she really doesn't have much faith in us, does she?" Then she explained the class assignment. We were all to become addicted to ice cubes. Thirst and the need to drink would become our craving for our "drug" and the rule was that every time we drank something, it needed to have a cube in it... catch is, no one can know about it. We wore rubber bands with attached paper clips on our arms to signify track marks, which we wanted nobody to see, of course.

I fought with my girlfriend, I stole from work, I hid cubes in my roommate's mini-fridge, then had to sneak around behind everyone's back to get them.

Becoming an addict and living the life of hiding, sneaking, and theft was an interesting couple of days. Even when I had other things to do, all I could think of was ice. Where was I going to get more? What would I drink out of that no one would see into? What is a good enough lie to tell everyone around me?

Tell your children, say no to ice.

~~Thought for the Day~~

"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your f***ing khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."

~Tyler Durden, Fight Club

Until next time, stay awesome.

~B

Home Dream Home

If I could live anywhere, I'd live in a compound. The Shackelford Compound, to be exact. Permanent living quarters would be established for many family members, parents, grandparents, siblings, future children and their family. I'd also have some extra guest houses for friends who wanted to stay and visit. If you want an idea of what I'm talking about when I say "compound" Watch "The Godfather" and check out the Corleone Compound, because that's about what I'm going for.

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~~Thought for the Day~~

"No regrets. That's my motto, that and 'Everybody Wang Chung tonight."

Until next time, Stay Awesome.

~B

seven days...

One day I go in for a routine checkup. Doc says, "Well B, you're awesome levels are off the chart, as per usual, but I have some bad news. Apparently, you have too much awesome in your system; too much awesome for one man to handle. It looks bad, you only have about a week to live before the awesome swells your brain beyond the point of capacity, bursting your head like a ripe melon. I mean, you'll go out with an awesome bang, but I've never seen levels as high as yours. I'm afraid there's not a whole lot I can do."

I reply, "Doc, there's got to something you can do. Never thought I'd say this, but... can you remove some of my awesome? Maybe take out my overactive awesome-glands? We could transplant them into that guy who has a pocket protector that I cheated off of in chemistry."

Doc says, "No B, I'm sorry. The operation is too risky. One wrong move and we could detonate the gland itself because it's so awesome. You're so awesome, it would blow up the whole neighborhood, turning everything solid into cold, hard cash; making all the women look beautiful and have perfect boobs; giving all the men 6-pack abs and sports cars instantaneously. I'm sorry, B, but the community just couldn't assume that kind of risk for just one life."

"Of course, Doc. I understand. Not only am I too awesome for my own good, but also for the whole city of Kirksville. Well, Doc, thank you for your time. Stay Awesome."

One week to live....

~Quit dieting.
2330 calories max/day? Forget that. The only people who will think I should have been losing weight will be my pallbearers at my funeral.

~I'd definitely spend some time in church.

Confess my sins, pray, and tell the good Lord "Thanks" for the time I had here, because I've had quite a run.He's blessed me with gratuitous gifts of awesome, and if I could do it all over, I wouldn't change a thing.

~Gotta get the whole family together one more time.

Get one last awesome family photo. Bring it in, guys, and thanks for everything.

~Class? Are you serious?

I'm already too cool for school, not to mention my flippin' head's about to make a mess all over this town from the awesome just itchin' to get out. School? Sorry Artie, but no thank you.

~Get the ole' gang together

Well, If you're gunna go out, go out with a bang, right? Carpe diem? No way! Not when you're this awesome: CARPE NOCTUM!!

~I've got some 'splainin' to do...

There are a few people I need to apologize to. Didn't give them enough time, attention, etc. Maybe I should do that now in my life... never know when you're leg might swing a little too close to the bucket... and you kick it.

B's Bucket List:

~Take Grandma to where our family is from in Italy

~See Ireland

~Stay the night in a Scottish Castle (Try to see Nessie)

~Play a game of curling

~Win a game of curling

~See a professional rugby match between each match-up of the following teams: New Zealand All Blacks, Ireland, and England
~Eat all of my favorite foods in one meal:
Toasted Ravioli, Cheese Sticks, Jalapeno Poppers, Steak, Pizza, Cheesecake, Cannoli, et al.
~Jump out of a plane
~Go back to Philmont Scout Ranch
~Score a try in rugby



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~~Thought for the Day~~

:talking about a video game:
Roommate: "Don't be a f***in' hero."
Me: Why not?
Roommate: "You know what happens to heroes? They f***in' die!"

Until next time, stay awesome.

~B

It's a Bird! It's a Plane! Nope, it's just B.

Lots of people would fly if they could have any power. I've never been in a plane. My feet don't leave ground for more than a few minutes at a time. I've never flown, but I'm sure I will before too long. However, I like staying on the ground at the time being. In fact, I can't really be on water for very long either. We went deep-sea fishing when I was younger while on vacation. Once we got out far enough that I couldn't see land anymore... up came breakfast, dinner from the night before, lunch from the day before, the lining and enzymes in my stomach, the motion sickness medicine I had taken that morning, really-- everything.

No, not flight. Not for me.

X-ray vision? Well, At least I could make a good living as a radiologist working at home! Then again, radiation poisoning for myself and all my loved ones never really was for me. Also, I'm a religious man, and being able to see through clothing would simply be a temptation straight from the devil.

Nope, skip the x-rays on me.

Super strength... interesting, very interesting. Great appeal, especially if I look buff, too! I don't know about this one, though. I like rugby a whole hell of a lot. In fact, rugby is probably my favorite thing about Kirksville... not that rugby isn't anywhere else, but I'm not associated with a team anywhere else. Point is, when someone makes me angry, or I get full of adrenaline or too aggressive, I really just wanna tear the other team apart; if I could literally tear them apart... that might be a problem. I don't think our hospital has the technology to put people back together like jigsaw puzzles.

Appealing, but alas, not the power for me.

Mind reading, perhaps? I'd probably take mind reading, but only under a few conditions. There are some people who, I don't have any interest in what goes on in their heads. It would have to be one of those things I could turn off, or have to concentrate to use. If I don't get those rights, forget it. I don't want to know what everyone thinks.

How would I use this power in everyday life, though? I mean, if I was a spy or something, this would be perfect, but I'm not. I'm in Kirksville. Well, first off, I'd take a look and see if I can figure out what the hell my girlfriend is thinking. I know her better than most people, I think, but I swear I have no idea how she works. Next I'd see what's up with my roommates, because I honestly think sometimes that they have the mindset of a toddler. After this, I'd likely use my power to see into the people I work with.

I work in-home with mentally disabled citizens from the area. Some of them talk and function in social settings pretty well, and often communicate their feelings. Some others are without speech, which makes them hard to understand from time to time. I'd like to know if they understand and comprehend everything I'm saying to them, or if I'm wasting my breath. I'd like to find out if they really do like everything we think they do, and what makes them tick.

I guess I have to refine my power. Not only would I want to read minds at will, but be able to communicate telepathically. to read what they are thinking, and respond in their heads. I could really do some good. :)

On the other hand, with wanting to join the armed forces of the United States, I could do quite a bit there as well. I'm not going to get into an argument over whether what I'd be doing would be "good" or "bad," but I could effectively and silently communicate with my troops and (spy on?) the enemy as well. Telepathy and mind communication would be awesome.

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~~Thought for the Day~~

"I understand that they made antiperspirant deodorant for underarms, but that's not the grossest part of the body. When is someone going to invent ass-deodorant? Like, some roll-on, anti-wetness, fresh all day long ass deodorant?"

~(Wishes to remain Anonymous)



Until next time, stay awesome.

~B