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Name: Zach
Location: Lubbock, Texas, United States
Birthday: 6/30/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: I enjoy jesus, writing, reading, and attempting to make something of my life...
Expertise: Macking, pirating tactics, and being cool
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
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AIM:  zc11
Member Since:
12/5/2004
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| Sometimes it is really hard to "love one another." i consider myself a fairly nice guy, but i really wouldnt mind throwing a punch every now and then...
Ignorance angers me... | | |
| There are times in life when you just need to sit back and look at what you have accomplished and reflect on your impact to the world as a whole...
Fortunately, that is not one of those times for me...and even if it was, i havent done anything great of note yet...but when i do, i will be sure to let everyone know...
But anyway, i started thinking about some exciting stuff the other day...like how totally ghetto pville can be...so here is a list of 3 ways that plainview would be different if i were mayor:
1. there would be a real coffee shop
2. There would be a place (other than the kettle) for you to hang out with the opposite sex at odd hours in the night
3. basketball courts for the general public
Well, i only made it three so i could your input and add to the list...what would you change about this booming metropolis we live in?
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| Well, its been forever since i have written...all my writing genes are now poured into school, and that is no fun...alright, well, that is most definitely a lie...i am just uber lazy and would rather read the words other people have written than try to come up with fun stuff to write myself...
I get to go to san antonio for labor day weekend...well, i have to be back for church, but still, it will be fun to get out of pville...we are going to have some guy bonding and time and stay at josh's house...i think that is pretty neat...i heard his mom makes some mean enchiladas...and though the caf is better this year, home cooked meals sound like a small piece of heaven to me...
Also, if i get the ok, my boot comes off next week...then i will no longer be a gimp and i will be dunking on nate-on bridges before long...
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| We definitely had a UFC match last night in the dorm...and it really
was like ultimate fighting because the participants didnt do anything
cool and it was a waste of time to watch it...
Let me try and explain...lubenow and bevis, the sadists that they are, decided
to go to walmart at 2 last night and bought four new fish for josh's
bowl...let me digress for a moment to explain to you, dear reader, why
they had to buy more fish for lubenow's bowl...josue, being the
kind-hearted person that he is, bought an oscar fish two days ago and
stuck it in his bowl...come to find out, mr samaki (which is swahili
for fish...vincent named him) need a filter that moved air through the
water to stay alive...
Unfortuantely, lubenow did not purchase the aforementioned
filter...even when samaki started dying from asphyxiation, lubenow did
nothing and samaki died...needless to say, vincent was crushed that the
fish he named was allowed to suffocate to death...then, to make matters
worse, while josh had a short ceremony for samaki, he then missed when
he tried to toss samaki into the toilet...samaki's guts spilled onto
the bathroom floor, and josh just laughed...
Now, to go back to the original story, josh and bevis decided to
purchase some fish that could actually survive in his bowl without a
water filtration system...they seemed like nice guys, going and filling
an empty bowl with fish...however, the fish that were purchased were
all betas...three boys, one girl...they decided it would be fun to see
the males tear each other fin from fin (instead of limb from limb...ha
ha, get it) to win over the female...
They even went as far as to try to take bets on which fish would
survive and sat around the tank screaming and cheering for the fish to
kill each other...while there were a few bites here and there, the fish
are largely ignoring each other and seem to have outwitted the sadistic
white boys...
Did josh stop there? oh no, of course not...with them not
fighting, he started to shoot pellets from his pellet gun, into the
fish bowl...
Yes, he is a very troubled individual...
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| As i leave the snow capped mountains of new mexico behind (ok, maybe not snow capped, but i thought it sounded really cool), i will be bracing myself for a return to college life...it will be my last year of staying up way too late playing halo and making late night allsups runs...it will also be my last year of living with wilbert in our room with pink and lime green shag carpet and old school nintendos that barely ever work...
Life at wayland sure has been interesting...however, i also go into this next year with a little bit of sadness, because two of my roomies decided to abandon wilbert and myself...i would like to take a moment to express my gratitude to those two wayward comrades...
Matty-- though you go to sleep at 9 all the girls think youre fine..and for that, you get my props...you also love jesus more than i ever thought was possible...i salute you, mattybiertidoey...
Joe-- though you unicefed my food at an alarming rate, i will no longer have a roomie with which who i can debate...you play the tuba like a stud and are a passionate man...i salute you, jose luis perez jr...the mexican...
However, a possible travesty of enormous proportions was avoided when wilbert and i discovered that our new roomies would be none other than scrawn dawg and the wisest of them all, senor rauch...
While they cannot replace the unique qualities of matty or the mexican, i foresee many good times up in our club...
Also, in case any of you ladies are wondering, matty, joe, squirmy worm, and dustin are all single and ready to mingle..i got their digits if you want them... | | |
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