It's June. What better way is there to start this month out? Being the dedicated person that I am, here I am with an entry. I'll start with it's beautiful out. It's a Sunday, but it doesn't feel like a Sunday. I haven't had a Sunday feel like a Sunday since I was living in Ohio.

There's never a slower day than a Sunday summer day. Time crawls and even the sun seems lazy about getting across the sky. Today doesn't feel much like that. I woke trying to remind myself what day it was. I thought it might be a Saturday. It took some calculating until I came to the conclusion that it was not Saturday but Sunday.

But you know what? Today is starting to shape up to be a Sunday like old times. It has a bit of a nostalgic feel about it. Nostalgia can't ever truly evoke the real feeling though--but can only be a reminder. That is what this is, because this Sunday doesn't seem that slow. It's slow but not Sunday summer slow. It's not like I remember.

What I hate about Sundays is that the next is Monday, so I don't necessarily hate Sundays. I think that it's unfortunate that Sundays had to be the day before Monday. That's why a Sunday can never be a Friday or Saturday. Sunday is that off-shoot weekend. Sunday is the day of rest. Sunday is leading to Monday and Monday starts the week. Nobody wants that. Why can't it be that all the weekdays are abolished but Friday, which Friday isn't much of a weekday anyway but a rebellious, black sheep of the family, and all we'll have on our calendars is Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Sunday would appreciate that. I would appreciate that.

What about work? Why do we even have it? That's the answer I want. I don't understand it. I got it in an argument with my dad about it once. He didn't want to hear. No work! No work! NO WORK?! My mentioning immediately made be a vagrant no-good hippie. I'm just saying that work doesn't make a lot of sense to me. Think about it! Why do we work? The jobs that people have carry no importance at all in their lives, except as a source of income. If we didn't have work, then, we would have no need for income.

I'm not saying that there won't be labor. I know that--but I'm talking about work. Work is something separate from labor. Work is an entity all on its own. Work is what you do for money. Labor is what you do to sustain life. So what I'm saying is: Why can't we all go back to living in tribes? There's no work. You have to hunt, you have to gather. You have to weave and built huts. Think about it though...aren't those all things that a lot of people do for fun? What did you do as a kid? Build forts? Tramp about in the woods?

Work is evil. It's no good. It's a waste of time. We should all go back to living semi-nomadic lives in small tribes that live off that land. We should all get to choose our own names, and we should be able to have sex outdoors whenever we want. That's all I'm saying. My proposal isn't any more preposterous than some others that I've heard. We would all be a lot better of. People might not think so, but I'm telling you that we would.

The Indians had it all worked out, then, we came over with our jobs and fucked it all up. We should have came over, saw what they were doing and said "You can take this job and shove it!". There upon, our ancestors should have shed their pilgrim clothes and took up the loin cloth to lounge outside a wigwam or inside it with pipe in hand. I'm not saying cannabis is the answer to any of our problems! All I'm saying is that we all would be better off without work. Think about it..

I have a tendency to be hateful. Believe when I say that I don't mean to. It comes out, like the Hulk. A lot of times I don't realize it when I'm being hateful. If I had to theorize as to why I did this, then, I would say that it's a family observation that has rubbed off. I try and not be hateful once I realize that I'm being that way. I am successful probably as often as I'm not. I'm not all that bad.

I'm a laid back person for the most part. There are a few things that I'm anal about. I want to be at the movies well before the time that the movie starts. I have to have a good seat in the theater, and I have a specific row and section in mind. It can get stormy if I'm forced to sit where I don't want to and miss previews or (please! no!) the beginning of the movie. I don't like it when people touch my computer screen. I hate the smudges that it leaves. I don't touch my computer screen, except to wipe those smudges off. I'm anal about my comic books. Yes--I have comic books. I insist that any person that reads them or browses them is extremely gentle. A lot of people don't understand this last one. If I had to explain, I would say that I love comic books.

The other day...it was Thursday (I remember), I went and saw the newest of the Indiana Jones movies. It was the fourth, for all that have been living under a rock. Growing up, I was never a BIG Indiana Jones fan. I contribute this to the fact that I had never seen any of the movies until I was 16. I loved the movies after I saw them. I still want to be Indiana Jones, even more so after seeing this last film. This last one was good. It was better than Temple of Doom--but what isn't? Indy is older--sure. But the movie was done in good taste. I liked seeing this last installment (leave it alone George Lucas), and I liked this side of Indy. It was a good wrap-up that I wish the Star Wars prequels could've been the same.

It started off well this year, and I kept writing here. When did it take the bad turn? I can't remember but that's the way. All you remember is looking around and thinking, maybe saying that I'm not where I'm supposed to be and how did I get turned around? Sure--there's an idea at what point this may have occurred but an actual pin-pointed exact locale is impossible to extract. This is of course all my opinion. This is of course my musings.

A lot has transpired since my last entry, but that's the way that it always goes. Every time a journal is kept or a diary (same things, different names) and there's an entry much later than the last, it always seems to start with A Lot Has Happened Since... But a lot has, maybe that's why there's writing again. This is probably the first chance that I've had to make an entry. That's a lie. There's been other chances. I didn't make the attempt. But now, now is different in that I am making that attempt and writing now, so here it is.

I'm not doing ROTC. I got the forms, I printed them, I looked over them and I even started filling them out. At some point a realization dawned on me that I didn't want to do it. I don't know when this realization struck. I can think of a few steps leading up to that realization but the actual epiphany--no. All I know is that I knew that I no longer wanted to do it. It probably had something to do with the fact that I didn't want to be in army at all from the start. There's nothing about it that I want to be a part of, except serving my country. The big doubt was whether or not I would be doing that in the army. Whatever the monetary benefits, I decided that they weren't worth it. Not after the realization took hold--nothing is worth doing that which you don't want.

School went on. It always does--it being part of life and life waiting for no one and all that jazz. The song thus played on. The dancers danced and I was carried a long until classes ended. I left you while in the middle of waltz and while gone was swept up into the mambo. The pace was mind bending. I lived. I always do, so why should this time have been any different from times before, even though each time I'm thinking that I'm not going to survive this shit--whatever the shit might be at the time. But I did. The shit has been swept from my shoes.

Finals were finally over. My expectations were low. Fortunately, plans had been made previously to be gone of this place before grades were released. I spent the next week in Panama City Beach, on the beach--and it was sunny. Sunny is being used here as the word that I want to use for wonderful, great, etc. It was sunny. That should suffice. So sunny that not even the sand gnats that chased me into the car for the last two nights and that ate me alive during the day could detract from the sunniness that illuminated my life while there. I had a time of my life. I love it there--absolutely. Nothing short of a hurricane could silence my soul's love for that place, and even then I believe that my soul would shake it off and ride the waves to the tops of a palm tree, which is where my limbs would cling to for dear life while my mouth exclaimed that this was truly a once in a life time experience and I was glad I came to see it.

Upon my return home to Georgia, I checked my grades to learn (joy of joys) that I had made Bs and As. I was happy, relieved, etc. I was expecting Bs but Cs too boot and certainly no As. I had lost sight of As, in fact, I had made the attempt to forget of their existence. So much so that like that commercial for those cars where the H, is it a H? is leaving--for what ever reason, for I can't remember why (nor the specific letter or car company)--but I too had forgotten the letter A, erased it...so that my vocabulary was shortened to everything devoid of an A. Imagine the complications of communicating with me. Anyway, it was good news to learn that I could acknowledge the existence of the letter A again when I learned of the grades I had gotten.

Also the good news was that I have been accepted to the University of GEORGIA. I had to do the all caps for the reasons that 1) no one ever reads this and therefor 2) those that might stumble upon it and surely scroll down, instead of reading it in all its long and drawn-out brilliance--those people will possibly see the all caps, stop and see that I have been accepted to the UNIVERSITY OF GEORGIA. There...there it is again for good measure. Am I excited? Yes. Am I nervous? Yes.

I am at this time making the attempt not to get too excited--like before with trying not to get my hopes up. I still have to get up there, and that includes paying for it and everything else. There's so much to do, even after I've already done so much (like get my e-mail address, register for housing, etc.) I've already filled out so many forms that I've forgotten some that I've filled out. So I'm trying not to get too excited, even though I am excited and have every right to be. Lets face it and I'll say it: I deserve this. To the naysayers I say FUCK YOU. Also, I would like to include one of those hands held to the ears while the fingers are waggled and the tongue is stuck out with the added noise that goes something like PLLUUURP! Ha ha! To everyone else, THANK YOU! Thank you for your faith and encouragement in me, even when I may have faltered in having it in myself. I am overwhelmingly thankful, and for these people that this thanks is extended, well--you know who you are: Thank you.

So here I am on the threshold of making out good after these passed years of schooling. I've come a long ways and had some setbacks. Did I ever think that I would be here? I had--yes, imagined it. I had hoped but to be here and almost there. It is nothing short of amazing to have come this far. My life has been nothing but a fantastic--if not at times tragic journey that is still in its beginnings, and here I am about to close out a chapter and set off to start a new one. I can not even fathom as to how the next should begin, and I cannot but help and imagine that the readers of this book--me, would be ever surprised to see that the protagonist has come this far.

Like I said--I had always hoped but to get here is beyond belief in a lot of ways. To think that I am months away from attending a major university known nationally is amazing. I think that most people would've hoped that I would make it to college but doubt that most would believe that I would get the opportunity such as UGA.  So few people do and most that do are privileged. Lets face it, my lineage isn't the best and there's no silver spoon here. My parents have worked hard for everything they've got and it ain't much to look at at times. They're no fancy airs being put on here, and for their first son to make good and get into a state university is great.

I feel that my story is a real American one. It's not one of those bullshit stories that are sold to the masses in paperback to elevate politicians and make us believe they're rags to riches--no. Mine is a real story of people making good and doing well with what they've been given, and it could easily be a story of another boy to young man in another country. But it's mine here in America and it's one of those things that makes America great and that's the possibilities it offers, which some countries don't.

So I am happy, because I feel that I am getting something that I've earned and deserve--which people don't always get. I am thankful. I feel blessed. It is a host of feelings that can't easily be described. I feel good, which is good. And I hope that my experiences at UGA will continue to make me feel this way and will help me grow and be a better person. That's a tall order for any place/thing/person but I think that UGA can pay the tab. Here's to hoping anyway--because hell that's all we've got sometimes and I don't feel bad hoping. I'm thinking that it's all going to be good. I mean life is what you make it

I've been bored these past few days. There's been not much to do. I worked on school work. I paid a couple bills. I started the FASFA. I rented a couple movies.

Yesterday I went over to Chris' dad's farm. We walked around. We climbed a chimney. We climbed a tree. We climbed a couple fences. We sat in a boat and floated on the pond. All-in-all, it was good to get out of the house.

I'm tired of being couped up in this house. If only there was something to do, somewhere to go. Nope. I can't think of anything. I'm stir crazy. I need a diversion, even after yesterday.

I read today that Ryan Perrilloux, one of LSU's QBs, was suspended. I knew that he was a trouble-maker, because it was mentioned in a couple games that I watched last season. A lot of LSU Tigers were mentioned as having problems with the law. BIG surprise! Yet they go on to win the championship, and they definitely didn't belong there and Ohio State didn't either.

Perrilloux has been in trouble for trying to enter a casino with a false I.D., a bar fight and most recently missing class, practices and team meetings. The last bunch is what caused his suspension. Coach Miles didn't appreciate that QB thinking he was too good to put in an effort and thus suspension. Good for Coach Miles, but I still don't care for your LSU Tigers.

Come on! LSU got beat by both UK and Arkansas and still made the championship game. Ohio State got beat at home by Illinois. I'm overjoyed that the NCAA has been in talks about a playoff system. The BCS system is broke. It never worked. A lot of teams this year were cheated (Georgia! USC!), a lot were there that didn't belong (Hawaii! Illinois!) and it made for a poor reception by the fans and that's why there's been talk of replacing it.

The playoff system has its opponents, like everything does. There are fears that a playoff system would hurt the status-quo. To that I say: If your team can't compete, it can't compete. Stop dragging down college football because you want to hold on to the glory days of a bygone era--when your conference's teams mattered. We can only be nostalgic for so long.