Dr. Ashlock and the Jesus Party

I am sitting in the library about to witness Isaac murder Barton. It will be interesting to see what method he will use. There really is no question to whether he will kill him. It is inevitable. I think I would personally enjoy watching Isaac crush him under a book shelf. Barton has been showing symptoms of a feral child for, oh about the past 3 or 4 hours and shows no signs of letting up. ADHD a little? A lot? Definitely the latter.

I apologize for the delay in writing. Blogging takes a lot of energy, and sometimes I don't have a lot of energy. This entry will be a little different. For one, I am not writing from the confines of The Enclave. I am in the library witnessing a zoo. I am not feeling the waves of creativeness that The Enclave gives me, but never the less I shall try.

I had a great experience Friday night. Trav, Barton, Feather, Ebibb, Jason, Chance, and Tyler went to a Jesus Party. A Jesus Party is a dance party thrown for the Special Ed Adults of Abilene. It's two hours of dancing and interacting with a group of people that is cut off from our society. It's also a ton of fun. I was groovin to YMCA and All the Single Ladies along with other songs. It really is a shame that our worlds are so separated. I think that since we have so little interaction with the mentally challenged that it has caused a attitude of fear and awkwardness. Not among them, mind you. They are quite the opposite; always smiling, introducing themselves to complete strangers, laughing and dancing without a care in the world. It really is a beautiful thing. For some reason though, we who are "mentally sound" are often scared to even talk to these wonderful people. It really is quite silly, because they would love for us to be their friends. It really hit me when I was slow-dancing with a woman named Raquel, who was probably at least twenty years older than me. Of course she doesn't really know how to dance, and her out fit wasn't in style, she wasn't wearing make-up, and yet she was having the time of her life. She didn't give a damn about what anybody else thought of her. I could see pure innocence in her face, and it made me wish that I could be so care free. I have been to Camp Barnabas for the past three summers. Camp Barnabas is a camp for handicapped children and adults. These places are similar in the fact that they share a great characteristic: Happiness. True, unfiltered happiness. (Excuse the sentence fragment). When I go to these places, I am consumed by love and happiness. I haven't even met these people and yet they welcome me with open arms like I've known them for years. I find it ironic that we seclude those who are slow with logic, but it is us who have sound minds who are "slow" when it comes to loving unconditionally. It really is tragic that our two worlds aren't more intertwined, because we can both greatly profit from one another.

Finals. Shoot me now. Shoot Barton and Fleet too :) Eh I guess it's not really all their fault. And in case you were fearing for Barton's life, he has not been murdered. In fact, we just got in a little study session for Life and Teachings. Finals are fickle. It's like they purposely put these blasted things at the very end of the semester on purpose. You get all excited about Christmas or Summer, and then they shoot you with stress-inducing tests that could decide whether you get kicked out of school and forced to live on the street where you will live off of Little Panda in the trash for the rest of your life. But I don't think anybody with power really cares about the way I feel about this.

On the brighter side, I unofficially officially got a job today! I will be a Transporter at Hendrick Hospital. I was born there! This means that I will drive ambulances to emergency sights and shoot up bad guys like Jason Statham. Isn't that exciting? Actually that was a lie. I will be transporting patients from room to room. It should be fun, I will get to interact with all kinds of people. I was warned to watch out for grumpy nurses who will take out their frustration on people like Transporters. Do you like how I capitalized Transporter instead of nurse? Another cool thing about the job is than I get to wear some sweet scrubs. They are brown and tan. I'm gonna make a pin that says 'Dr. Ashlock' on it so everyone will think I'm a surgeon or something. I'll get all sorts of privileges! And don't forget the hot receptionists... They love a man in scrubs with the title 'Dr.'It will be interesting because I've never had a job where I clock in and clock out. My past two jobs have been mowing and youth interning.

What is up with 24 hour quiet time in the dorms? I am not happy about this. I feel like I should be able to be loud. I mean who studies anyways?

So that's it for tonight folks. Have a merry night.

Skunks and Lynxs' and Unicorns, oh my!

Hello, and greetings from the Enclave.

I have always kind of had a knack for different pets. I have never owned a bizarre pet, but I think I would like to. The first strange pet I wanted to own was a ferret. Granted, ferrets aren't THAT strange, but you don't really run into them everyday. I think I had my parents going on the idea for a little while, but then they did some research and sealed that idea in a basket and floated it down the Nile. I say this because I hope that Pharoah's daughter will rescue it and it will become the Prince of Egypt and come back in future years. I'll let you decide if that analogy made sense. But apparently ferrets can be mean and they burrow into furniture. Minor setbacks in my opinion.
My next strange pet was, prepare yourself, a skunk. Now before you chunk your computer at a concrete wall out of disgust, hear me out. I did some research on these creatures, and it turns out that they make great pets! The trick is to find a breeder who has removed the skunk's scent glands, so you won't get sprayed. As far as socially goes, they are compared to cats, except way cooler. They are extremely friendly and love to play! They are affectionate and obedient. Skunks are also easy to maintain, and can be potty trained. Don't they sound adorable?? There are a couple drawbacks. The first is that you have to keep them inside or closely monitored outside, because if they escape, they can't find their way home. They don't have that instinctive compass that dogs and cats have. The second is that they are illegal to own as pets in Texas. The legality wouldn't stop me, it's just that it would be hard to find a breeder in Texas, so I would have to go out of state.
My current strange pet that I would love to own is a Lynx. Not only does 'Lynx' make a killer scrabble word, it would be extremely cool to have one! They are way more hardcore than your average house cat, but not likely to eat you and your children like a tiger. They are pretty small, for instance the Canadian Lynx weighs about 25 pounds, so it's not like it's gonna kill you. Shoot that's smaller than most dogs. And think of how many friends you would make! Everyone would want to be the Lynx Man's friend. Their are some drawbacks :( The first is that you couldn't have babies or toddlers for obvious reasons. The other is costs. The Lynx itself costs $3,000 up front, then their is their diet which is raw meat, insurance in case it attacks someone, a cage outside, and special veterinary care. BUT I think it would be an excellent investment!

If I had a huge ranch, I would buy a rhino, because rhinos are my favorite animal. I mean, what can kill a rhino? Especially when I put it's battle armor on. I think I would name the rhino Trevor. I also think it would be cool to own a mythical creature like a centaur or a unicorn

You know, unicorn's get a bad rep. The media always paints them as purple and pink creatures that 5-year-old girls ride off into the sunset. But if you really think about it, Unicorns are pretty legit. First off, a noble steed is not wimpy. A killer horn is not wimpy. Therefore a noble steed that gores your enemies to death with its horn is not wimpy. It's like the equation, If A = B, and B = C, then A = C. And why are unicorns always portrayed as white? I think that if they existed, they would be all sorts of colors. I would personally like a black unicorn. That would be more intimidating in battle. If you still doubt the awesomeness of unicorns, then go read "The Last Battle" by C.S. Lewis.

It's freezing outside. Factimus Prime. I'm going to go to sleep.

Goodnight!!

Oh, the weather outside is frightful

I don't know if you heard, but IT'S SNOWING!! I didn't believe it at first, but as soon as I walked outside I was mesmerized by sheet of fluffy little flakes swirling toward Earth. I love snow. My love for snow is conditional though. I love it until my shoes get wet and my toes start turning black and then I'm not such a big fan. I do love the delights snow brings in West Texas like cancelled classes.

This afternoon was frightful. It was -50 Kelvin, and I had to go run in it. If you don't already know, I hate running, so you can imagine my displeasure at running in these ghastly conditions. And then my shoes got wet! I hate it when my shoes get wet!

However cold it is outside, The Enclave is deliciously warm and cozy. I recently acquired a thick blanket that is made from my Mom's Great Great Aunt's and Great Great Grandmother's outfits. It's a hideous thing to look at (and a little creepy when I think that old ladies used to wear this), but it is warm so I guess that's all that matters. What is it about blankets? They are so wonderful for many different occasions. Scary movies, cold weather, girlfriends, tents... so many uses! Now they have Snuggies so you don't have to worry about your blanket ever falling off. It even has arm holes so you can read and cook in it! You might think that the deal couldn't get any sweeter, but Au Contrair my friend! Snuggies now come decorated with your favorite college team! So if anyone wants to get me an Oregon, Michigan, or Texas snuggie, I will be your snuggle buddy for a whole day. Now that's an offer that's hard to pass up.

I really hope classes are cancelled tomorrow :)

Ok, so I have a story in my head. It came to me a couple of nights ago and it is epic. I plan on writing it. I have been planning to write several books for several years and have yet to write a chapter, but this could be the one! I need your help though. The tentative title is "The Author."

It's about a guy who writes murder novels, but actually goes and plays them out in real life chapter by chapter. It's creepy. I was scaring myself when I first started thinking through the story. But this is when you come in. The killer's first name is Bob, but I need a good last name. So you should post comments with suggestions!

And one last thing, if you choose to leave a comment, write your name down so I can see who wrote it! That way I can repsond.

I guess that about wraps it up for tonight so until next time, adieu adieu to you and you and you and goodnight.

The Enclave

Good evening my fellow readers.

I am having one of those nights where I really don't feel like sleeping. I mean, sure I'm up at this time most nights, but usually on these nights I wish that I would have gone to bed 3 or 4 hours earlier. Not tonight. It's 2:56 and I'm wired. I think it has to do with my 4 hour nap this afternoon followed by my upside-down-quad shot-soy-Caramel Macchiato (I had to put soy in their because they were out of milk, so I am NOT gay :)). Yep that'll do it.

I bet some of you are wondering why I named this blog 'The Enclave.' The Enclave is the birth place of this blog. The Enclave is my sanctuary, my hideout, my underground nuclear missile silo, my foxhole, my lair. Actually it is the space underneath my bed. I tied some sheets around the open edges so I can have complete privacy. It's pretty legit down here. I bought a memory-foam pad to sleep on and I have a lamp for light. It may sound boring to you. You might think that it's just the space under my bed, and you would be correct from a literal standpoint. But to me it is so much more. It's a battlefield, it's a Christian Pub (more on this in future posts), it's a plan to uproot ACU's meal plan system. It's wherever and whatever I want it to be. Down here, my mind explodes into thousands of ideas. I love my mind. My mind is the reason why I'm hardly ever bored. If nothing is going on, I simply dive into the bizarre mysterious of my brain. I create stories and scenarios and play them out. I know this sounds like something a four-year-old might do. Most people don't build forts and play pretend when they're 18. But if you know me, deep down I am still a little kid. I'm proud of it to, and I hope I never become to 'mature' to use my imagination. I think another reason why I love The Enclave so much is because it is sneaky and secret. I love sneaky and secret :)

I named the Enclave before I actually knew what it meant. I thought it was a fancy word for cave. It is actually defined as any small, distinct area or group enclosed or isolated within a larger one. The name still makes since though. Kyle named my room 'The Wine Cellar,' which is a different story for a different time, a few weeks ago. Since the Enclave is a distinct area isolated within the larger Wine Cellar, The Enclave is indeed an enclave.

So tonight I am writing to you from the depths of The Enclave. I really don't have much else to say? OH!! If you read this, you should definitely become a follower! There's a little link you click, and then you get emails and stuff whenever I write more posts. And you should also leave comments por favor.

Goodnight and enjoy the last week of classes!!

Nathan

Thanksgiving and Grammatical errors

Dearest friends, I apologize for the delay in writing. This is meant to be a near daily blog.

I hope all you have been well over the Thanksgiving break. I have been doing quite well myself!

On Thanksgiving day, I had the privilege of accompanying the Churchill family to their feast in Llano, Texas. It was yummy, and I re-met some people that I hadn't seen in about five years. Afterwards, Jon, Mr. Churchill, and I headed down to College Station to watch the UT-ATM game. It was quite the experience! I had never seen so many Aggies in my life. The game ended up being a little closer than I would have liked, but never the less my horns came out on top. I did learn a few things about the Aggie tradition however.

1. The aggies have numerous chants. One that puzzles me is the B.T.H.O. 'whoever their playing.'

This of course stands for 'beat the hell out of....' What I don't get is why 'The' gets its own abbreviation, but 'of' does not. Both words are insignificant and neither one should have an abbreviation, but if one does, surely the other would as well? I guess not. Grammatical fail by ATM? I think so.

2. I had heard stories about the loyal 12 man of Aggie land. Stories that told how every fan stayed to the bitter end, no matter what the score was. I was disappointed (or was I sniggering inside?) when the loyal fans started fleeing the stadium with 2 minutes to go when ATM missed the field goal. It wasn't just the everyday ATM fans leaving, but even the students were leaving in droves. So much for loyalty haha.

So in conclusion I gathered this much:

1. ATM needs to check their grammar. Or better yet, come up with a cleverer phrase :)

2. The famed "12th man" isn't as loyal as made out to be. I would even go as far to say as a downright disappointment.

3. If Reveille got hit by a car, I don't think I would cry.

4. Thanksgiving is quite delicious, and God Bless Christopher Columbus and his Indian-killing comrades for bringing this tradition to us.

How Queer!

I woke up this morning for my 10:00 class at 9:52, giving me exactly eight minutes to actually wake up, put my contacts in, put my clothes on, chug some water, swish some Orajel mouthwash, pee, and walk briskly to class. And guess what?? I was on time. This is my morning ritual Monday through Friday. Well, I guess on Tuesdays and Thursdays I have a 9:30 class, so the timeframe is 30 minutes behind, but whose counting technicalities? I knew it, everyone is. I feel like this routine roughly describes my life. Disorganized and chaotic. I prefer this lifestyle most of the time. It keeps things interesting. Plus if I was too organized, then Travis might think I was actually a good roommate. We wouldn't want that now, would we? But sometimes by inability to be organized makes me want to jump out of a window. If I had a good memory, maybe being disorganized would be okay, but my memory is awful! Let me rephrase: My long-term memory is actually quite good, and I surprise myself with some of the things that I can remember. Case in point, when I was almost 3 years old, my dear little sister was born during an icestorm in Michigan. The image that stick out in my mind the clearest however, is the baked potato someone had dropped in front of the hospital. I distinctly remember looking down and wondering, "How queer!" Actually I probably didn't think of the word 'queer' because I was only 2 and most 2 year olds don't know the word queer. Anyways, my short-term memory is atrocious. Sometimes I feel like Dorie from Finding Nemo. If I added up all the time that I spent looking for items that I had JUST sat down, it would probably equal to my entire life. It can be quite infuriating.

So after class I obtained my final chapel credit! I'm glad that's over with. Afterwards I had a 12-piece nugget and a chicken sandwich from Chik-Fil-E. With Polynesian sauce. That stuff is delicious! I think the only condiment that I enjoy more is Arby sauce. I can drink that stuff. While I was eating, myself, Kelcie Broom, Macy Facy, and Keith discussed the scandal of being ripped off by meal plans. I find this matter irritating. Especially this week, because it is Thanksgiving and I will not be eating in the bean, which means that I will have 8 plans that I won't have used. That's alot of dough! Then there's the matter of not being refunded Bean Bucks. This is a downright scam. A Christian university is stealing from its students. You can sugar coat it all you want, but in the end the students are being screwed. As If tuition wasn't already out the door... I think I might e-mail a complaint, threatening to sue. I probably won't actually do this. But it is fun to think about, and I get satisfaction and imagining all these powerful executives being locked behind bars, and me being the hero who saved everyone from this scandal.

Kyle asked me if I would like to help him move today. Me being the great friend that I am agreed without question. Little did I know. I got to his house with Michael Holeman, and we go to his garage. There awaiting us is a couch, a chair, an entertainment system, and a 10,000 pound pinball machine. Yes, you read correctly, there was a pinball machine. And it was heavy. We got the couch and chair with little difficulty. We then moved on to the entertainment system. Fellas, this sucker was heavy. Not to mention long. We had to move this thing to the second floor. To do this, we had to ascend about 15 steps, and then make a right and ascend another 4 or 5 steps. The hallway was also about twice as narrow than a regular hallway. Somehow I got stuck being the guy who had to drag the monster up the stairs. The other two losers got to push from the bottom. After a monumental struggle, a couple holes in the wall, and a drenched shirt we were able to finally get this behemoth upstairs. At this point, Kyle's dear mother went to 7-11 and bought us Double Gulps. These were lifesavers. In fact, I don't know if we could have gotten the pinball machine up without em. So, this pinball machine. The pinball machine made the entertainment system look like a girl scout. This awful contraption was much heavier. I again got stuck as the guy pulling with my back, while Kyle and Michael and some other dude got to push again. We finally did end up getting it up there, but goodness it was not fun. It paid off though, because Kyle's family took us out to Abuelo's! By the way abuelo means grandfather in spanish. Yep I just translated that.

My day ended with about 3 hours of super smash brothers. I can't really think of a better way to end a day. That's a lie, I can actually think of hundreds of better ways, but none the less it was a great close to a hard days work.

Good night!

A good morning to you!

Hello my dear friends! Welcome to my blog. I hope you are as elated as I am about it.

I'm not quite sure why I'm starting a blog. It's 3:32 in the morning, I'm exhausted, so logically creating a blog is the only logical thing to do. Since I didn't really give any pre-thought to this baby or come up with a theme, I guess this will just be a collection of my thoughts and experiences. I plan on posting my mind on here as truthfully as I can, which may get a little weird at times. If you don't like it, you can stop reading! >:( But I know that everyone of yall have been dying to crawl into my inner and outer lobes, so now is your chance. As far as the structure and and layout of the blog, it will be boring until I figure out all of the crazy tricks to spice it up. Bare with me. Ha, I just thought of a joke! I won't type it out, but it has to do with the homonym of the words bear and bare.

So! Without further ado, let us begin!