First day of classes. It was like one of those cliche movies that you see on tv. I made a complete fool of myself. First I tried going out the emergency exit in our hall. Most of the time the alarm is off. So, thinking that the alarm was off, I pushed the door open. Then, unexpectantly, the emergency alarm went. I played it off and just walled away. As I came back from breakfast, I could still hear the buzzer going off. Then, like two seconds later, I totally ate concrete. As I was look back at the emergency exit, I kinda didn't see the curb. Luckily the asphalt broke my fall. And now for the grand finale. Physics class. The teacher was showing us a powerpoint about the class. At the beginning he had said that he often changes classrooms and that some of the info on the powerpoint may not be correct. As usual I was listening. So I look up and I see "Physics Rm. 339". I look down at my schedule and it says room 336. I was like, "Ooops, wrong class". Upon entering the hall, I realize that I was in the right class. So I turned around a sulked back into class. Man, was my face red.

Oh, here's the number to the phone in my room, 1-936-468-4299. You gotta dial the 1.

Its a Saturday night and there's nothing to do. This is not how I thought things would be. But at least I've met some new people. Me and the guys hung out today. Oh, and my roommate finally showed up today. He seems like a nice kid.

Alls well, Mom and Dad.

Peace out.

So today was my first official day at SFA. And you know what I did? Not much actally. I woke up, saw my advisor, got my Financial Aid, registered for my classes, ate lunch, took a nap, school some punks in basketball, hung out with Steven, went back to the dorm, took a shower, ate, then hung out with Will.

Currently I dont have a roommate. Since he lives in Lufkin, which is like 20 minutes from here, he's going to move in tomorrow. He seems like a cool guy.

Dude, Nick, guess what my mom bought me? Chewy Dipps!!!

I'm pretty lonely, being that I don't have a roommate. Call me yall, 832-248-7037. I've got a phone but I haven't set it up yet so just call me on my cell.

Peace out from Nac-town.

So right now I'm in the process of cleaning my room. And guess what I found, my Valentines brownies. Here's the story. There was this girl named Heather that worked at Pappadeaux a while back. She was pretty good looking. Anyway, she was always flirting with me. She would grab my ass and bite my ears, and she would do it in front of our guests which I thought was weird. So Valentines day rolls around and she asks me what am I getting her. I replied by saying that I hadn't really planned on anything. Then like friggin' Harry Houdini, she pulls out this brownie cake that she had bought for me. The next day I bought her a stuffed teddy bear. Fastforward to like 2 weeks later. I ask her out on a date and you know what she says? " I can't go out with you, I'm engaged." Say what?! I learned my lesson.

Well I must go and take defensive driving. Stupid cops.

Leaving on Thursday.

Im leaving next week. I'm so excited to get away from my parents and actually live life as a young adult. No more curfew.

I wanna give a big shout out to my good friend Sean. My little protege is all grown up and going off to A&M. I wish you the best of luck. Oh and one more thing: Wrap it up. Twice to be on the safe side.

"Don't you want your kids to grow up and be just like me?"

It feels weird not have to do a thing these days. No work, no school, no nothing. Its awkward not going to work everday. Speaking of work, here's what happened on my last day at the 'Deaux. I had just finished clocking out when 2 of the cooks tackled me to the ground. I really dont remember what happened after that but when I came to, I was covered in flour, corn meal, and fish juice. I guess its like hazing, but instead of getting it at the beginning, you get it at the end.

Times are changing.

I will be gone next week

So today is the last day of my summer classes. I'm so glad. Now I don't have to keep waking up at seven o'clock in the morning everday.

"And a banana Cognac, biotch"

Shout out to Dave Chappelle. If you haven't already heard, he signed a $50 million deal with Comedy Central for another 2 season. I guess now he really is rich, bitches.

Ok, ok, here's what really been bothering me. The other day I saw this commercial on TV. Its a pill for women that allows them to have only 4 periods a year. Four. The only flaw I see is that when they do have their periods, its gonna be one hell of a period. I'm talking about mood swings that would put Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde to shame.

"To understand Killer's death, you have to understand Killer the dog. Killer's mother had three legs, and he was ashamed of this. He was adopted by this guy. He raised Rottweilers for fights. And he was good! Killer was good! And then one day... Killer had to fight his own brother, Nibbles. He said, "Naw, man! I can't fight Nibbles!" But they made him do it anyway. And Killer killed Nibbles. So he quit. He called up all his dog friends and started a dangerous pot addiction. And that's how he ended up here."

Yeah I listen to Enya, what are you gonna do about it?

Hey what's up yall. Sorry I haven't been posting. Too much school and work make Brandon really tired. Here's what been going on:

1. Um, I'm going off to Steven F. Austin in the fall. Me and my homeboy Steven "LG" Grice are gonna be livin' in up in Nacadoches

2. I will no longer be working at Pappadeaux (at least while I'm at school). I'll probably be back on weekends and over the holidays.

When I hear about other waiters at work tell Dan (the boss) that their leaving, he always tries and gets them to stay. Not me. I tell him that I'm leaving and he was all like "Sorry to hear that". That wasn't the answer was expecting to hear. I was hoping to hear an "Aww" or at least a "You can't leave now, we need you". Maybe a little begging or groveling. Oh well.........

Yo, I think that someone is trying to put Pappadeaux out of business here's what happened yesterday. Someone shot up all the window's with an Airsoft gun or something. And then, yesterday afternoon, someone set a fire in the mens bathroom. Crazy shizznit.

3. R.I.P. the old boy, Rick James. The crazy thing about this is that the day he died (Friday), I was wearing my Rick James t-shirt. But at the time I didn't know he was dead. So then I get a call from a friend and he tells me what happened. That's when I realize that my shirt just went up in value.

I think that's gonna be it for today. Vaya con Dios.