Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Friday, July 08, 2005
Friday, June 03, 2005
So, last night I found myself in Nashville to see my friend Sarah's puppet show. Very strange, but very interesting. I think she should probably change her major though, because she will never make a living doing weird stuff like that. Anyway, I then walked outside and found myself face to face with this fire truck.
After that, Travis and I went down to Demombrean and walked into some bar where we stood out as the strangely over-dressed guys (we were pimping our suits). I see a marlboro guy passing out Zippo lighters (sweet) and walk over to get one from him and see a very attractive blonde who is also waiting in line. Turns out she is a digital media major (like myself) and from Virginia, in the middle of a cross-country road trip to California for an internship at Entertainment tonight. Not only that, but she is from Savannah GA!!! We sit around and talk for a good while, then she invites us to get in the limosine with them. So we do, and end up at Coyote Ugly, where Travis and I proceed to talk Nicole Hensley (her name) into getting on the bar and dancing with her sister Brooke.
Great night - although then her bitchy friends refused to take us back to my truck in the limo, so some guy that was also stranded due to the bitchy friend got us a ride back. So we drove home. The end. We grubbed on some Whitts BBQ at my place (its now four in the morning) and I drive him to his place, then call Whitney and crawl into bed with her, barefoot the whole time. I dreamed that I was getting Jelly Beans from some scary gas station, and when I tried to pay for them, nobody would listen to me, but as soon as I tried to leave, they chased me and tried to kill me for stealing the jelly beans.
Monday, May 23, 2005
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Monday, April 11, 2005
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Don's random ramblings
Is is the security of law school I’m attracted to? The power? The money? I’m sure it’s not fun. What keeps me from being able to let go and not constantly be searching for the security which would provide for me means to start a “family.” How do I know the difference in this fairy tale or that one? I’m spread too thin, so many waiting, wanting, calling, being there – it opens up so many avenues but you can only go down one at a time right, unless you just pull in real quick and turn around to go to the next one. In this neighborhood, how would you ever be able to decide which is the right road to go all the way down, or the right career, or the right girl, or the right decision, the right phrase, the right word . . . the right spelling?