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Name: Nathan
Country: United States
State: Kentucky
Metro: Ashland
Birthday: 5/10/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: 1. God first and foremost.
2. My mirror.
Expertise: I play a pretty mean tic-tac-toe
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Member Since:
10/4/2005
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| Well folks the unstoppable vortex that is Morehead has kept me away from you, my dear readers, as I knew it might. How shall I hope to catch you up to speed? Well I just got done living in the woods for twenty years, living off of only bread my mother gave me and the animals I killed with my bare hands. Fortunately an escaped convict (It was strange, she looked different ever night...) helped reunite me with my mother, and we are very happy. After that was done I tried my luck at being a charmingly deceptive pedophile, but my hair line just wasn't receding far enough yet.
So I just got done watching The Bicycle Thief. It's an old Italian movie from 1949 for those of you who aren't in the know, and man I just can't help but be overwhelmed at just how heart-wrenching that was. If you haven't seen it, make it a priority. People are still going to be watching and studying it long after we're dead. (Weird to think about, right?) But it also makes me really excited for the next show which opens next semester entitled Napolli Millionara (I THINK I spelled it right.) We totally get to do Italian accents and all that awesome stuff. It's gonna be hardcore. Here's to hoping Nathan gets a part!
Lastly, I want to close with some amazing news. I've been taking a poetry class, and yesterday I decided to send some of my stuff out to a magazine on a whim via email. 24 hours later I got a response from Children, Churches, and Daddies Magazine that they want two of my poems! (Strange title I know. They aren't religious or family oriented in anyway.) But yeah they talked like they are really excited about my stuff and the two pieces are coming out next February and March! The poems are called "How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Indifference" and "Hills of My Childhood." They're going to be on their website next week some time. I'll keep you posted.
Nathan Wellman: New poetic voice of my generation? Who knows? haha. I'm pretty pumped.
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| Last Friday I went to King's Island with the ol' Rose HIll boys (plus Kye). We had many different additions and subtractions to our group as the day went on, but through it all our motley crew stayed together. We conquered the Diamondback first thing, and after that we made our way through almost every ride in the park. (Curse those long firehawk lines! We did rock Delirium- excuse me: Giant Frisbee- three times though!) I think each of us learned something very important that day. I learned that The Crypt is a sad, shell of a ride without Angelina Jolie juicing it up. Young Drew learned how to score babes, thanks to the teachings of David. Ryan learned that bringing a backpack to a theme park automatically makes him the most popular man in the group. David learned that soaking 80's babes is always a good idea. Kye learned that going to a park hungover after two hours of sleep is a bad idea. And Kyle learned that... um... heck, I don't know. We were just glad he kept his clothes on all day.
After those manly, testosterone-filled escapades were done with, I travelled the surprisingly long trip up to Kent to see ol' Mary. I arrived to find her cute as a button as always, and she was happy to see me even though I forgot her present from Hawaii at home. I saw Annie Get Your Gun for the first time, and really enjoyed it mostly. (This is saying a lot, as Golden Age musicals aren't really my faves.) Those assistant props were nothings short of mind-bending. I showed her the wonder that was Jurassic Park and K-PAX. She screamed as I had never seen anyone scream all throughout the first, and then we enjoyed a spirited debate about the ending of the latter.
Today we watched Funny People, which I really loved. It was very funny, and yet very deep at the same time. Way to go, Mr. Apatow. All in all it was a swell vacation away from Ashland. Now I shall return to my hard work here, which consists of beating Resident Evil 5, finishing my books, and reading leisurely.
Boy, I don't know how I survive.
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| Final Entry!
Well folks, I'm chilling out at the Atlanta airport- a good thousand miles or so away from the rest of my family for a blessed change- and waiting on a flight. Hawaii was a really good time. Here's my final account.
I visited a Luau and gorged myself on hog and other things while watching scantly clad men and women goof around onstage. There was one crazy guy though whom I secretly suspect sold his soul to the devil, judging by the madness of his torch throwery. I was slightly frightened.
The next day we ran around the city of Hilo, where I bought the super disturbing new Chuck Palahniuk book "Pygmy." (I've been going through books like a fat kid goes through candy on Halloween these last few weeks.) Quite possibly his craziest one yet. Maybe my favorite??? Hmm... After that we took a helicopter tour of a big volcano, and I saw a bunch of lava, but not before my loving mother took the twenty-year old manager guy, plucked out his eyeballs and made him eat them until they were nothing but so much jelly. It was an unpleasant picture.
Yesterday I kayaked like two miles. The first time I rode up with Tyler, which was ultimately a really stupid idea. Then we did some snorkelling, and I went to Britain for about a minute or two. Beautfiul fish. On the way back I was in the boat with Dad while Tyler was with mom. An epic race ensued, in which our hero narrowly avoided defeat by the most miniscule of margins. The glory was great at the end of the day, however.
My first little twenty minute flight to Honolulu was nice. I sat beside a hot Australian mom and her adorabe little kid. She was really nice and she had the cool trademark accent. Neat. Unfortunately, on the 7-8 hour flight to Atlanta I was wedged between two aged men who slept so much I half suspected they were dead. One of them had a constitution that would have made Santa Claus feel good about himself. (He was agreeable enough, though.)
I'll be back in ol' A-Town this afternoon, so be excited! I expect fireworks of some kind to ignite in rapturous joy when I return!
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| Entry 4 (Whoa?!?! Where did Entry 3 go? Somehow this is myspace's fault...)
Well I must definitely say that the Big Island (which I am capitalizing for some reason) is a lot different from good ol' Kauaii. While still beautiful, it's a much less forgiving land. Think Kokiri Forest vs. Death Mountain. I mean, the sand is black for crying out loud! As one who has been called an emo kid from time to time, I have to admit I thought that was kind of cool. Truly this was not a land to be trifled with.
But trifle we did. For after arriving at our smelly one bedroom condo, mom went to the mattresses with the system-
Oh crap guys.. There is a freaking gecko right on my chair that is MISSING A FRONT LEG! Freaking. Awesome.
Anyways... mom took on the Wyndham administration and vanquished them as throroughly as she crushed Ballash 2 years ago. Now we are in a comfortable two bedroom condo that smells like roses. Or something.
I toured a Coffee plantation and learned where little coffee beans come from. (Surprisingly this has nothing to do with "when a man loves a woman..." You lied to me dad!!!) There were some cool dogs there, one of whom looked like a tiger. A good time.
I watched the new Potter movie and I was actually very pleased with it. Sure, burning down the Burrow was a bit mistifying, but I could probably hazard a guess as to why this was done. The only thing that kept that movie from being truly great is the studio's reluctance to let these become PG-13 movies. If they just sucked it up and crossed that line that last scene could have been ten times more intense. In fact, that's probably been the major problem with a lot of these later movies. One of the huge, truly horrifying moments of the book will happen, but it's underplayed for the sake of all the five year olds watching. Mark my words: if they don't step it up a rating for the Book 7 movies, it will be dumb. Let's all cross our fingers that they'll figure this out as well.
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| Entry 2
Okay folks. The Antarctica joke has run it's course. I'm in Hawaii. Surprised? If you are, don't feel bad. I can be pretty tricky.
These last few days have been very eventful. I tried the whole surfing thing out, and of course I was amazing (until the dismounting part). It was a lot of fun. We "rocked the the free world" as our instructor said. AFter that we hiked a little bit on this trail and on the way back we gave this tripped out chick named Sadie a ride. Gives the term hitchHIKING a new meaning. Tee hee. (Groan.)
I did a ziplining tour, which was an interesting combination of extreme and relaxing. (Relaxtreme?) There were a lot of Dr. Seuss tree growing about, and that was cool.
Yesterday we took a boating tour, and a toothless old man named Dale guided us aboard a boat dubbed The "UFO" along Kuaiu coast while singing Gilligan's Island. I wasn't completely reassured. Good times were had by all and I saw a few more sea turtles.
Today we toured a very beautiful garden. I really did feel like I was in another world. (Also: some of Jurassic Park was filmed there.) There was even a tree there that grew Miracleberries. These things, when eaten, actually change your taste buds to make everything you eat taste sweet! I am not making this crap up! I ate all kinds of crap that technically isn't even edible b/c it's supposed to be so sour, and it was freaking delicious? What the devil kind of diabolical experiments are they performing on this godforsaken rock? I suspect alien involvement.
After that I rubbed a mermaid's back side for luck and called it a day. Then we ate a place called Postcard Cafe or something. It's one of those smarmy vegan restaurants that charge out the ying yang. No exaggeration friends: a basket of bread was two bucks. And they didn't even have butter! It was freaking HUMUS! And then we bought a chocolate volcano for twelve bucks, wrongly assuming that it would be gigantic. That thing was about the size of a strawberry shortcake roll. It was silly. And then we almost got in a fight with some guy who was chasing us around trying to tell dad how to drive. I flipped him the bird that flies the skies of everywhere in america as we drove away. He was kind of a hippie-douche sorta guy.
Kauai was a beautiful place, and though Pierce Brosnan eluded my efforts to capture him (he lives here), it was still a worthwile visit. We're heading to the big island tomorrow! Stay tuned, folks!
PS: Angels in America is some brilliantly crazy stuff. The world was made out of Angel Splooj? I don't know whether to laugh or be kind of grossed out. Kudos to you Tony Kushner for thinking outside the box, sir. Eager to finish it.
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