Wes the Mess

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plorare@tamu.edu — Mon, 05 May 2003 20:22:08 GMT

Australia -
Founded as a gigantic prison colony, Australia has
turned into a Mid-Level world power. Known for
its wildlife and culture.

Positives:

Reformed.

Culturally Admired.

Mid-Level Power.

Renouned Flora and Fauna.

Negatives:

Founded by Criminals.

Island Nation (Isolated).

Talk Funny.

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Bus!

plorare@tamu.edu — Thu, 10 Apr 2003 21:33:48 GMT

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plorare@tamu.edu — Thu, 27 Mar 2003 15:02:51 GMT

It's been a long time. I have decided that the best course of action right now is to sign up for medical testing to get some extra money so I can buy one of this spiffy econoline vans to live out of for a while. I've thought about taking out the seats in the back and putting in a nice couch and my yellow chair and maybe a coffee table. It'd be pretty rad. Burlap as wallpaper would be pretty cool as well. For anyone who hasn't heard of it, The Dharma Bums by Kerouac is one of the best books I've ever read. He talks a lot about Buddhist philosophy. In conclusion, I am a big hippie and will only cause trouble for the man.

plorare@tamu.edu — Fri, 21 Feb 2003 08:20:41 GMT

I haven't written in a while. I am also intoxicated. I've decided over the course of the past few days that I've had enough of this whole college thing. I'm going to go live with Nicole for a while as soon as this semester finishes out. I want things to be more interesting. I want to experience life, and I don't think A&M has a lot of that to offer. Katie is going to live in San Antonio to pursue her musical career. If she tours, I'll be on payroll as the muscle and tambourine department. It's pretty exciting. After I save up money living with Nicole I'm going to head off to Europe. I've heard from several people the old idea that once you're out of school life will be like some kind of sand-trap, keeping me in the same place the harder that I try to get out. First of all, I think this was started just to intimidate people into accepting their surroundings. Second, I don't care if I have to sell everything and live in poverty, I will live and be happy in my own way. I hope that this whole thing doesn't create a rift between my parents and I, but it's something that has to happen. I sure hope that this whole long-distance thing between Katie and I will work out... I really love her. BS to everything else. The only thing I'm taking with me are my clothes and the typewriter. Katie is taking our puppie, so I might pick one up along the way for company. Yeah. Well, anyone that would think it appropriate for me to crash on their respective couches in the near future should contact me. The end.

plorare@tamu.edu — Wed, 12 Feb 2003 23:15:06 GMT

This damn government has me all worked up. "You might want to think about buying large amounts of duct tape and plastic sheets," says MSNBC. What the damn hell. I might leave the country kind of soon. Look at this.

http://www.dc101.com/videos/rusty.mpg

Four day weekend

plorare@tamu.edu — Wed, 22 Jan 2003 06:19:48 GMT

We just got back from the weekend. Friday I couldn't leave because of all that duty business but Katie and I left bright and early saturday morning (11:56) and spent the afternoon with my family. My dad came grocery shopping with me, and didn't want me to take the RV on a road trip this spring break. His left toe points out like mine when he walks. My typewriter came in the mail there. It will bring a lot of joy to the quiet dorm room. From there we went to Clearlake and had dinner with Nicole for her birthday. The six of us got stoned and ate $117.28 worth of food at Katz's. Katie judges too quickly. I love Nicole, she always gives me a smile. We crashed at Nicole's and left for Galveston Sunday morning. It was bright and windy. I found a dark-colored sea shell that made me think of old age. We ate soy burgers and Chex mix. I spilled root beer into the grill. Later we smoked and sat on the beach. The moon reflecting off of the water made me think that maybe the idea of mankind was somehow inspired by the moon, just like how animals evolve to mock their predators. I think with controlling the tide and all, the moon exerts more power over the earth than any god I can think of. We slept well in the back of the Jimmy with two blankets and poor headroom. Monday we woke up at dawn and went seashell hunting, but Katie was sad so we went back and ended up napping with the car open. It was the best nap I've ever had. Sleeping with Katie is always very safe and clear-feeling. We drove around Galveston and stopped at a peace protest by the gothic-looking Galveston Weather Service building. There was a man in a green windbreaker reading an article about PSDS (post traumatic stress disorder). Then an older woman with glasses and brown hair started singing a song, while an elderly black man with patchy-white facial hair banged on a tambourine. Everyone got in a circle, and a little girl with her nose burned off from a fire smiled by her mom. It was a happy feeling. Then we ate at a Sonic and went putt-putt golfing. Katie paid for movie tickets to "A Guy Thing." It wasn't very good, but I liked being at the theater with her. We slept well again monday night, and didn't wake up until 10. We ate Pop-tarts for breakfast and headed to Houston to see the Children's Museum. It was weird there this time, the cashier asked for my ID since I didn't have any kids with me. Made the whole visit a little awkward. But Katie painted earrings on me and everything felt better. They had a bubble lab. The drive back to A&M wasn't too eventful, but when I got back my old roommate was completely moved out and my room was in shambles. My christmas tree was knocked over. Putting everything back together was cleansing. It'll be a lot nicer in there with my new roommate. Katie and I studied for a bit tonight, and I briefly had the idea that she was kidnapped. She was safe, and still smothered by my love. The end.

crazy week

plorare@tamu.edu — Thu, 16 Jan 2003 08:17:59 GMT

Yeah. I'm sleeping in Hotard tonight, being on duty and all. The book stores robbed me and now I am broke. I've been bumming food off of my friends. There was this horrible show on Comedy Central tonight, "Gary and [someone i forgot]." It was sad. Tomorrow I'm going to read a lot, and try to free up my weekend so I can go on a trip somewhere. Galveston probably. I still need to go home to talk to my dad about the winnebago. I talked to Leslie a few days ago. I think we're going to try to get an apartment together. It should prove to be a positive experience. I hope that Nicole stops being depressed and returns phone calls. She needs to meet Katie. Katie was funny tonight. Her motto is "I want everything everywhere immediately forever." It's endearing. I'm going to bed. The end.

Back to school

plorare@tamu.edu — Tue, 07 Jan 2003 20:36:34 GMT

Last night Luke, Dusty, and I spent the night on the roof of Hotard. It was cold, but I had a mummy bag. Office Space is on. Cliff said I reminded him of the main character. He decides to not go to work anymore because he doesn't like it. Good movie. RA Training is over. It's BS, man. Suicide Girls is an awesome porn site, for those of you who don't know of it. It comes highly recommended. Yeah. Katie comes tomorrow; we're going to spoon forever. The end.

Back at home

plorare@tamu.edu — Sun, 22 Dec 2002 06:56:01 GMT

I'm back at home for the Christmas break. I'd like to remind everyone that Christmas originates entirely from the pagan celebration of the winter solstice. Yeah. Last night I went drinking with John, Nate, and Brent. John played guitar, Brent talked on his cell phone to his long-time girlfriend Dana, and Nate got frustrated and bored. Just like the good old days. It's hard to say how much I miss those old days. The idea of being with Katie and reading all the time and planning a poorly planned trip to Canada is just so much more exciting. I already miss her a lot. We've been attached at the hip for a while now. Tonight I went to see Nate when he was hanging with his noisy friends. They proved not to do much besides be noisy. Katie kept trying to call on her dying phone in 15 second increments. It was endearing. I talked on the phone for a little over an hour with Leslie. She's good people. A two week old pit bull with a bladder infection was given to her for christmas. It has to pee every 6 minutes. Tomorrow I'm driving to Fort Worth to hang out with my grandparents.

P.S. Never try to open a Mickey's with a pocket knife

plorare@tamu.edu — Mon, 09 Dec 2002 06:12:05 GMT

I've been neglecting you guys, sorry about that. Let's start at Thanksgiving. I was going to stay with Nicole, but she had to take care of family stuff. I ended up eating an uncomfortable meal with my family and then drove to San Antonio to stay with Katie. She rocks. I love her forever. We saw Bowling for Columbine, which is really cool but might make you hate your country. Katie and I have made the tentative decision to take a year off school starting this summer and live in Vancouver. I think it is a fantastic idea. I hear people in Canada don't lock their doors. This weekend was really cool, Luke and Alexis and Katie came with me to the GLBT party. Katie was hit on by a lesbian. So was Luke, I think. I smoked a million cigarettes and hung out with Cliff. I should find a way to spend more time with that guy. He's good people. Man, sour punch straws are the food of the gods. It's funny when food gets stuck to my beard, reminds me of the guy that would pretend to be Santa at my day care when I was little. The end.

plorare@tamu.edu — Sat, 16 Nov 2002 23:17:26 GMT

It's a quiet Saturday. I'm reading about peasants in late imperialist Russia... depressing stuff. My weekend trip was cancelled due to complications. Modest Mouse is a good band. Jeff left for the weekend to see his family in Dallas, so Katie and I get to have some privacy in Hotard. It's the champagne of dorms, you know. The end.

plorare@tamu.edu — Mon, 11 Nov 2002 18:57:07 GMT

I haven't updated in a while. I went to the Renaissance Festival this weekend, and got to see the usual belly dancers and old unattractive women wearing chain-mail bikinis. Woo! Bert wrote me up this weekend, with his sandwich plan. Might get fired for that. If I do I'm quitting school and going vagrant for a while. Katie bought a SpongeBob poster for me to cheer me up. It's amazing how much character that one thing added to the room. I'm getting a new car this Wednesday. It's a '73 station wagon hearse. How exciting! I'll have to take it to the beach soon. The end.

plorare@tamu.edu — Sun, 03 Nov 2002 07:40:09 GMT

Saturday night. I slept until 2 today so I'm not tired yet. We watched High Fidelity, and I took embarrassing pictures with my shiny new polaroid. I love Katie. I do not like the people who make me sad, so I'm firing them from being in my life. Hooray! Super Mario is a good game, but frustrating. I explained to Jeff the concept of "the window of consciousness." My example was the time we were at Josh's and one of those windows passed by me, and I noticed a shoe leaving my hand and flying at Luke. It turned out to be funny. I'd like to try the game Hitman 2. Yeah. Games are fun. Katie used AOL and posed as me and told Kelli that she should give me a nickel for a piece of my sexy man-meat. I laughed. The end.

Halloween

plorare@tamu.edu — Fri, 01 Nov 2002 21:21:25 GMT

Last night I went trick or treating with Katie and Luke, and came back with a fat sack of candy. Luke and I gathered clothes that we own and went as vagrants. Katie was Lucille Ball. We were a dangerous trio. After candy I drank excessively, and Jon took advantage of me by rubbing his ass on me. I was violated, man. Katie ended up staying over, but had to sleep on the couch because Jeff is a conservative. They stayed up late talking about how "women need to be freed from their socialization station of vagina sadness." Good times. I love my friends. I'm going to get a Polaroid soon to take pictures. I purchased a PO box yesterday for the first time. I feel like an eskimo that has been presented with a cellular phone. I want for there to be magazines and newsletters for me to read every time I go to my box, so if any of you have good ideas of things I would appreciate, let me know. And stuff. Yeah. I'm listening to Bob Marley. It's soothing. Now if only I could get these damn fruit bats out of my room... The end.

plorare@tamu.edu — Wed, 30 Oct 2002 02:49:17 GMT

It's tuesday! Hmmm. I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich today. It was delicious. Yesterday at Half-Price books I bought a DVD of 1930's anti-drug movies. It's so fantastic. One part shows some teenagers dancing to swing music; it's scandalous! I picked a fight with Samantha today, because she's all acting smarter than me and saying things like "you clearly don't see other people's emotions" and things like that. It's ridiculous. Katie's off showering, we're going to watch Event Horizon and Rose Red tonight. It'll be all scary and then we can cuddle. Yay! I like her. She talks a lot of shit, though. Always making obscene comments about my mom. In the next few weeks, I'm going to take a road trip to the beach in a hearse that may catch on fire. It's an adventure! Remember kids, stay away from the devil's hemp!

Hotard From Hell

plorare@tamu.edu — Sun, 27 Oct 2002 09:53:43 GMT

What a crazy-ass day. Nate took a weekend off from being at UT to come visit me, so we've been screwing around a lot. We both woke up around 3pm, and started all the construction what have you for this haunted house shindig. (Here comes some drama, wear eye protection) In the late afternoon, Samantha came through to pick up some of her videotapes. I was under the impression that she was being very mature lately and everything would be cool. So first off I'm looking around my room for her Harry Potter tape, and I can't find out. After around five minutes of searching, I give up and tell her that I will just have to find some other way to get it to her. She responds, "No. Bert has it. I'm a bitch and I wanted you to feel bad." I kind of stand there dumbfounded and end up being called to do more dorm stuff. She goes off to see Bert and I keep doing things. While I'm moving a TV, I see her and her girlfriends on the way out. I say, "Have a safe trip home, and hit as many hobos as possible!" She doesn't really say anything, and I continue my business. When I come back to my room, I see a really big "FUCK YOU" written in Sharpie on my wall. I just shrug. Ex-girlfriends are crazy, man. Some people just refuse to change, I guess. I talked to Katie in San Antonio, who is having an awesome time with her friends and family there. She's good people. I miss her already. Nuts! I told her about talking with Nicole last night, and playing games all night long and watching the Godfather, and the whole Sam thing. Yeah. The haunted house went pretty spectacular. I wandered around and tried shrooms for the first time. Yay! ...or maybe I didn't do that, for those who would read this and be mad at me... It was so awesome. I roamed the halls and poked people that were all freaked out. Couldn't have asked for more! Then we had free pizza and I met Matt's friend Seth who is a really cool person. The end.

plorare@tamu.edu — Thu, 24 Oct 2002 05:59:29 GMT

It's Wednesday night. I am a little out of it. What a good time to update my journal. I feel lonely. Orange craisins taste good. I keep thinking about the peace corps. I'm going to Russia with that when I graduate. It makes me feel lonely again. Like this thing that I need to do that will cast everyone I love aside for a little while, with the knowledge that things won't be the same when I get back. Katie's writing a book. I hope I'm a good part. She said I wasn't attractive after I made a joke about raping squirrels. I thought it was pretty hilarious. Why am I always sad when I drink? I don't know. I broke the seal, and need to pee again. You people be happy. I'm seeing Nicole on Thanksgiving. I'm going to marry her one day [implied affection and not serious romantic feelings, for those concerned] I love everyone. But I'm still lonely right now. I'm going to lay down in the grass outside.

plorare@tamu.edu — Mon, 21 Oct 2002 19:55:06 GMT

So it's been a week since I last wrote. During the week (last week) I basically read all day long. It was no fun, but I learned a lot about Peter the Great. This weekend I saw The Ring, got the shit scared out of me, and was with Katy from Friday afternoon until this morning. It's pretty fantastic being with her. Last night Samantha called and she and I had a really nice 15 minute conversation. She's doing a lot better, I'm really proud of her. It's nice when everyone can be friends. I like Doritos. Yay for capitalism, and it giving me Doritos. Because cavemen never got to have Doritos. Poor saps. The end.

plorare@tamu.edu — Wed, 16 Oct 2002 21:25:56 GMT

Yesterday was an eventful tuesday. I finished reading three books on Russian history, came to the realization that Samantha doesn't really care about me beyond the fact that I made her feel good, then went to Josh's and smoked a lot with Katie, Luke, and Blake. It was nice and relaxing after all that thinking. This morning the alarm went off at the usual 10am so that I could get my Russian homework done before class and all that, but I slept in to lay with my Katie for a while longer. It was nice times. This afternoon Luke and I surprised ourselves and went to the logic class. Right. I have a mohawk now. It's interesting how different people are with me, I think I come off as a punk-ass kid. So funny. And I'm spent.

Crazy weekend!

plorare@tamu.edu — Mon, 14 Oct 2002 22:22:34 GMT

Man, what a nutty weekend. On Friday Katie, Luke, and I took a road trip to San Antonio. Luke spent most of the time catching up with his girlfriend that lives there. I met the following friends of Katie: Adriana, Thomas, Ben, Devon, Daniel, Edwin, Brandon, Clay, and Dustin. Whew. I think that's everyone. Oh yeah, and Mike the sex offender. Wes partook in great amounts of substance abuse, just to gain perspective of course, in a typical Katie weekend. Saturday we went to the zoo, where Devon threw an acorn at a spectacled bear. It was some exciting stuff. After that we went searching for the Botanical Gardens, got hungry, then stole from Mr. Gatti's. I spent most of that night just getting to know Katie's friends. They're some quality people, it wasn't hard to figure out what Katie sees in them. On Sunday we went to the Bob Marley Festival (my first one), and I must say that it was a fantastic experience. Hooray for sitting up on the rocks! Yeah. I learned a lot about katie this weekend. The funniest was watching her gossip with girlfriends. Who would have guessed! I feel like I know a lot more about her now, having gotten a taste of what her life was like. Too bad I don't find her attractive anymore... She's so inadequate... I'm so funny! Love you, Katie! The end.

plorare@tamu.edu — Wed, 09 Oct 2002 01:00:13 GMT

Hooray it's wednesday! I'm going to San Antonio this weekend, along with the fantastic zoo there and the Bob Marley fest. I'm so excited! Yeah. I took a long walk with Katie last night, and worked a lot of things out. Yeah. I'm an unintentional jerk sometimes. She's such a good person, I really want for me to not goof things up. You don't run across someone that you work so well with that often. Except for in outer space, I'm sure. Damn those aliens and their convenient relationships. On another happy note, Nicole called me today. Still missed her, but she left a message and sounded happy. Wes loves everyone!

plorare@tamu.edu — Sun, 06 Oct 2002 21:07:26 GMT

Yesterday was a good day. I woke up early and went thrifting with Katie, bought a spiffy $3 afghan for my chair, then ate dinner with her parents. They're good people in my book. Before I met them I was probably about as nervous as someone going into surgery. I got all gassy and such. Not just because I wanted to leave a good impression, but I knew that if it didn't go well that things with Katie and I would take a huge blow to the head. That would be no good, I really want things to work out with us. But the evening went fantastically well, and it left off with her mom giving me a large hug. Great times. After dinner we went to Wal-Mart (the most fantastic shopping place, ever) bought significant amounts of fruit, and scootered on home. I decided to stay in Hotard last night because I think I've been neglecting my roommate Jeff, but it was all cool when I talked to him before bed. I checked my email last night and there was a really sad note from Nicole. I need to talk to her and see what's up with that. She's a good person. Doesn't deserve to take shit all the time. Yeah. I love my friends. The end.

plorare@tamu.edu — Wed, 02 Oct 2002 23:12:44 GMT

Today I was such a waste. I went to one class and then came back home and slept until 5. Crazy stuff. After waking up, I went online and started talking to Sam. I think I made her a little happier. Good times. Katie and Alexis are coming over later to keep me company, woohoo! That should be better than the rest of the day. Bye!

plorare@tamu.edu — Tue, 01 Oct 2002 22:55:02 GMT

Today's a good day. I woke up with Katie in my arms at 11:07 (completely forgot it was Tuesday and missed a class) and stumbled off to Russian. After learning about the genitive case, Jeff and I went to Quizno's and had some fine dining. There's nothing better than a fine sandwich. Well, maybe sex. Or killing Nazis. Who's keeping track anyways? Living rocks. So if you're ever about to be die, remember I said that. And don't die. After Quizno's I went and learned more about the French Revolution (crazy stuff!) and as of now I am skipping a Staff Council meeting. Man, I'm a rebel without a cause. For those of you who might be interested in what crazy bullshit our government is doing, check out www.aclu.org and look at articles about national security or the patriot act. I'm so angry at those men. One day I'm going to get everyone I love and bring them with me to Canada, Where we'll sit around a campfire and be happy until the world blows itself away. The end.

plorare@tamu.edu — Sun, 29 Sep 2002 20:00:02 GMT

I just had one of those weekends that probably couldn't have gone much better short of Kevin Bacon being shot into space. It was really slow-paced; the game plan was sitting around and hanging out with family, friends, and the awesome Katie. When I was sitting on the couch watching a golf tournament with my dad in the house I used to live in, it occurred to me just how crazy it is to look past the small things in life. Sure, it's easy each day just to sit in anticipation of the great events that you've been led to believe to provide fulfillment in your life, but that's really no way to go. Define your own moments, smile when you see something funny, take a deep breath in a moving car, watch the clouds move... This is what being happy is about. Last night sitting on Jeff's supercouch with Katie (she rocks my world!), I couldn't help but to just smile. So in conclusion, for my huge listening audience, enjoy your life as much as you can every day you get the chance. Whew (deep breath)