RETIREMENT. FINALS WORDS. FORMER AOL PROFILE.

I am not sure what to put on my profile, but here is my start. I will describe me. I start with saying that I am wonderful person, good looking, I am talking real hott, simply amazing eyes that just make me tear up to see such beauty everyday in the mirror, and marvelous, coarse, firey red hair, this too just make me sigh with deep amazement at God's astounding handiwork. A deep bronze skin (only in summer), a great body that is ripped out like you wouldn't believe which bends slighty to the left from my hips, beautiful big hands, stunning beauty if I haven't mentioned that already, strawberry eye lashes with blond eyebrows to accompany the defining the carrot top color that sits 6 ft 3 inches above the ground on 173 lb base are just a few mere characterics I would like to point out. I know, I know, I sound breath-taking and I am. In summary, I am just flat out a drop dead gourgerous hottie. And, so humble to boot.  Believe me,  if there was more space on this would I go into the other things like personality traits, but I thought better to bring up my physical physique since all peoples get the joy of seeing me on a regular basis do. All the books in the world could not adequatly describe just how good looking I am and my personality, which is simply amazing.

THE BEST CHRISTMAS BREAK EVER!

This Christmas break was fun! I did stuff constantly, and the best part was no work and all play. I ice skated, worked out, played basketball, and played Madden for J-term since I didn't take any J-term class. It was wonderful!

5 FYI's on me! Or, just stories that I haven't told.

#1) This white Christmas that people want to have is just ridicolous. Except for one memory, when I lived under my parents' household, I have always had Christmas somewhere warmer than here with no snow like Dallas, TX or the Florida Keys. Hallejuah!

#2) When I was real young, a doctor predicted me to grow to the height of 6'5''. However, I have not quite reached it yet b/c I am 6'3'', but perhaps there is still a chance of growth so they maybe, just maybe I can dunk a basketball. Doubt it.

#3) My cousin that I disliked the most as a child was named Micah. He was 6 months older than me and would always called me dummy. My other cousin that I had was Micah's sister named Nicole. She was nice. So, when my mother gave birth to a brother, I asked them to send it back to God b/c He made a mistake. My Uncle Lou wrote me a letter explaining the joys of being the older brother and you can teach them things like catch. I wasn't buying it till the PS part on the back of the page, when it said, "Micah wishes he had a brother." That last line converted me as I had one up on my cousin Micah, and I was overjoyed to have a little brother. And, Uncle Lou was right, having a little brother rocks, especially when my cousin Micah doesn't.

#4) At age 12, my cousin Micah came up early to live with me for a whole month before his family came up from Dallas, TX. It was awesome. Micah and I did so much together it was incredible. I can remeber lying in bed one night and him and I agreed that I needed to make it to the NHL so that we could buy a great big boat to sail around the world in. We invisioned an ice rink being right on board. When Micah was older, he said he would come to Michigan to live with me. It seems interesting that a kid I couldn't stand eventually became my good buddy! And, how things have changed from such a goal. But, I guess I did have a childhood pact, but unforantley it didn't come true. At age 12, that was the peak of Micah / Sam as good buddies, then the cousin contact came to an end as jobs and other things drew us apart.

#5) There has been three times in my life where I was called to be disciplined by my grandfather Hillie. A good grandchild! To this day, my grandpa and I makes references to these times. And, my grandpa Hillie appreciates how I can remeber the only times that he came down hard on me.

The one time: all the cousins were ordered up around my grandpa's blue reclining chair. My grandpa talked to us about leaving the lights on in his barn. He said, "Everyone knows how to shut the lights on, but no one knows how to shut them off." Then, I pipped up and said, "But, grandpa, grandpa, I don't even know where the light switch is," because I always just waited for someone else to turn the lights on. My grandpa responed, "Good keep it that way!"

The second time, my grandpa again called the cousins and I to order around the blue reclinning chair. My grandpa was not real happy that we had been using the basement door and leaving it open. "That door needs to be locked and you are not suppose to be using it because I am sick and tired of closing it up all the time, in fact, did you guys just come in that basement door now!!!?" I quickly responed, "Grandpa, I will go check." Smart move because I didn't want to get "instructed" anymore and I stayed down there for the rest of the day because I didn't want to lay eyes on my grandfather. After a couple of hours, my grandpa began to wonder where I was. He asked my Aunt Sally where I had gone. She explained I was still in the basement because I knew when to stay away. My grandpa called me and I came. He asked me what I was doing down there. He was smilling b/c of how smart I was. And, I answered him, "I was drawing on the chalkboard." He told me to go outside.

My final story is when I was 12 years old and it was Christmas break. I was in the FL Keys with my extended family. One night at bed time as Micah, Scott, and I were sleeping in a shed with bunk beds in it, I was quite funny and mischevous. I was rhyming up a storm and my cousin Micah and I were laughing quite hard. My little brother Scott was at the age and has probably never got out of it, but finds poop, farts, and underwear the funniest things ever. Scott would pipe in between my rhymes and say, "He pooped!" And, it would be just him roaring with laughter. Eventually, my father told me to quit rhyming and be quiet. I told I would stop rhyming because I am going to make a riddile with my fiddle. Micah and I laughed. Then, we were quiet till my father left. Then, we started up again. So then,  Gram came out and instructed us to be quiet. Then, Aunt Sally came out later and told us to shut our mouths and was not real happy either. So, finnally we drew out the big gun, my grandfather. Grandpa was not too happy either and ordered out of the shed and unto the street. He said,  "if we weren't going to be quiet then we could sleep on the streets." He asked us, "How many times were you told to be quiet?" I answered quickly, "Three times." My cousin Micah and little brother Scott promised to be quiet so they could go and sleep in the shed called Hillie' Hilton. But, I refused because I didn't want to promise something that I couldn't keep. I was prepared to sleep in the street. My grandpa, after talking with me for like 40 minutes more, finally told me to be quiet and get your ass into your bed. I wasted no time. And, yes, we were finnaly were quiet. 

Hello fans!

I came back from Florida Keys. It was warm. I played tennis and volleyball religiously. And, I played basketball for the first time this semster. Still untalented as ever.   And, I went kayaking in the ocean for 9 miles with Dave Millay. Felt just like Columbus.  My Gram feed us real good too, perhaps too much at times. It was good to see my Grandpa and Gram.

The plan for the rest of Christmas break:. I will  have Christmas with my Dad, his wife, and my brother today. On Tuesday, I go to Wisconsin and see Ben for three days. Then, come back do my Mother's birthday (Christmas Eve) and have Christmas with her and my brother. Then, Christmas night I head down to Perry's house in Marcellus. Where, I leave at 3am for Missippi for Hurricane relief with Perry's church. Hopefully, I am helpful on the trip. Nick R is comming too.

MERRY CHRISTMAS! HAPPY NEW YEAR! HAPPY HOLIDAYS! TO U-ALL!

 Exams are over Houston! Let me tell you about life during this past week.... AMAZING!

I do believe that I had probably had the most fun this semster in this past week. My sleep hours plummneted down to roughly 3-4 hours a night. I did stuff way late into the night. It was wonderful! Studying for exams was admist doing freak'n sweet things. Like....

Dancing with the soccer girls in the Variety Show and taking 3rd place, beating out the CU Hip-Hop team!  Plus, I wore a sign for the show  that said "WARNING HOT" and kept it on all night long. Then, after Variety Show with my "Warning Hot" sign still on, we went to Applebee's! Of course, Jada and I had to listen to "Santa Baby." Jada and I have listened to that song religiously, singing or ad libbing to it every day. I appreciate the ad libbing by Jada, though it can be questionable.  And, then afterwards I went with the 50 other people that I went to Applebee's wiht to Lena's house. We played a huge game of mafia! However, bogus, racists, anti-red head semtism, I am not sure how to label it, but all I can say that the only two reds there were killed first. That ain't right! However, I had fun playing other games that were going on once I got murdered.

Back tracking to the day before the Variety Show, there was a rock'n "cheesy sweater party on Friday night. That afternoon, Ben, Adam, Dave, and I went to Salvation Army to purchase our sweaters. Dave took the show there. In addition to his sweater, Dave found some tights (really, there were 12 year old long johns). He went and tried them on and was walking around the store in them. It was soooo funny. There were no questions on how Dave was formed anywhere. Haha. I was in line at the time, and the black woman cashier's mouth just dropped open in shock and I was suprised too because who wears that kinda clothing in public. (Granted, Ben and I encouraged Dave's behavior). I attempted to explain to the cashier his behavior by saying, "o, its for a chessy sweater party." She laughed. And, laughed at my christmas sweater. It was an old woman's sweater with shoulder pads in it. Nasty!

Well, not to worry, Dave's roommate Otto set Dave on the right path and Dave did not show up in long johns to the party. The party was sweet! We sang songs. I got to do my amen, hallejuah, and praise the Lord regiment. There was like 50 awesome people there too. It was hott. Good food to boot.

And, the thing that I bragged on the most (hard to believe, I know, I am so humble at times) or I thought was funny was the fact that I had to work at GFS Marketplace that day. But, for the first three hours, I found it okay. Because, you are looking at the GFS cashier that sold the most M & M's at the store!!! Whoot! Whoot! There 2 day a month employee pull off something incredible. Two words: Wow!

Sunday night was Miller Library late night. Of course, I had no intentions of studying there, I went to go socialize and eat free food. Though, they always run out of things when I show up. However, it was sweet. I took an online quiz about how well do you know Jada. I scored pretty well. Which lead to JonnyV and I making a quiz about how well do you know us. We asked important questions like what is our greatest physical feature (unseen, butt, chest, and biceps). (Answer: butt). It was a sweet loud corner that I was a part of.

Not only did that happen, but Adam, Jada, and I did a secret mission to prank JonnyV's apartment that night @ 3am. This prank was probably the most ill devised and operated plan I have seen in action. We decided we were going to write on JonnyV's face with permant marker (figuring he would just roll himself out of bed for his exam and not notice it) and stick tampons to his celling. We walked in past roommate who did not care that three people just meandered on in. Then, I was quite loud and we all did some laughing. We accidently woke up the roomate that sleeps right below Jonny. Then, we had the problem of who was going to stick the tampon to the ceiling. Adam was chosen. We entered the room and me not seeing to well knocked over an article of rather large furinture which made a BOOM. And, JonnyV woke up. Adam threw the tampon right into Jonny's face and we ran. So, we went outside and "tee ped" his car. Out of control.

I had an exam @ 7:45 the next day. It went well. As did all of them, hopefully. That day, I went to my volleyball exam even though I didn't have too (exam was play volleyball). Then, later that night, I played volleyball for 2 hours. Then I went over to Perry's house to study. JonnyV, Jada, Lisa G, and Katie came too. I hungout with them all plus Eric and Andy. I studied hard with Ben and Jim for my Tuesday exam.

Tuesday rolled around early after late night again. I took huge nap of almost five hours to compesate for late nights.

Then, that night I went swing dancing with Sarah Owens, Carolyn, Brad, Mark, and Courtney. I never went swing dancing before, but it was fun. I did not have a clue, but luckly the instructor girl had a lot of patience. I would definatly do it again. It is unfornate that the guy has to lead b/c I just do three moves (the guy spin, the girl spin, and the basic step). I learned others sort of, but not real succesful quite yet (the cuddle, the titanic, etc). Then, I went over to Perry's house again to play games. It was hott. The men won in taboo! Competition was fierce. Then, at 2am I made my way back to the apartment to study for the first time that day for the final exams on Wednesday. I stayed up till 3am.

My head hurt that day I woke up. But, studying less and having fun more, seems to be paying off. I scored a 95 on my first hour exam today! How about that and I even showed up 15 minutes late for the exam. The prof didn't like he was quite as overjoyed as normal to see his favorite student.

Finnaly, my future Christmas plans are TRAVEL! I am going to the Florida Keys these next 9 days or so. Then, I have a week of unsure travel plans. Then, finanly for the last week of Christmas break, I will be going to Missippi for hurricane relief with Perry and Nick R. So, I will miss all my good buddies over break. And, I will be sad to see... Andy, Jada, and JonnyV graduate.