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It’s hard to believe that this time last year I was still at Northwest waiting for graduation to come around. Now its a year later and I’m waiting for these next two semesters plus a summer internship to come around and be done so that I can graduate with my Bachelor’s Degree. Can you believe it? This time next year I’ll be a college graduate with a degree that I can actually do something with!

Because my new minor is Political Science I am constantly around the Frat guys and their female counter parts..I guess you could call them the sorority girls since that is what they are…Anyway! They really are just a tight knit community and all the closeness and sharing and blah blah blah makes me sick. However, I have never wanted to be apart of something more! I want to be a Greek so bad I’d do anything! 

Um I just confessed that online didn’t I?

Dammit!

SO there’s this guy that’s in some of my classes with me who is convinced that he is going to be a great actor. I mean don’t get me wrong my dreams of being a singer are still going strong (thanks A.G. you blowhard S.O.B.) anyway, so this guy is a Broadcast Journalism major (yeah I’m going into detail because I don’t care have I ever?) Anyway, so we were talking about what he wants to do with his life and the fact that he is moving to L.A. in two years when he graduates UNA. Good for you!

However, and this is true even with my dreams and stuff, the odds are stacked against you greatly! I mean yeah, I know it is going to be a lot and I do mean a LOT of hard work. But, anyway this guy I am assuming (because I love doing that) is that he thinks that he is just moving out there and instantly going to kick ass. 

Again I’m all for people pursuing their dreams. But, let’s cut the shit here and be real about how much work it is you have to be hardcore dedicated. 

None of this bothers me as much as what happens next. 

He starts saying stuff like it’s stupid to actually like journalism and writing and stuff. This part stops me in my fucking tracks guys. Like seriously? Just because you think you are meant for more doesn’t mean that what the rest of us are doing isn’t just as good. I am a singer/songwriter and very mediocre about it I get that. I admit that. But, that sure as Hell isn’t going to stop me from what I’m doing degree and career wise. I don’t knock other people’s majors thinking it’s stupid. I was talking to this other guy yesterday and his major is Molecular Genetics..I had to look up what the fuck it even was! However, he talked about it so passionately that it was just so good that he was passionate about it :). Anyway I have to go to Communication Theory now.

Peace out Mothertruckers,

Will W. 

Yeah I now it’s been five days since I’ve posted but, you will get the Hell over it!

I’ve been extremely busy the past few days at school and I’m ready to just blow my fucking head off. And, it’s just the second full week of school! Damn! But, on the bright side I finally have internet at my apartment and, it is slowly starting to get cooler outside. Very slowly. Now here I am home from work and in bed being lazy and writing this. I’m so very tired. Nothing exciting happened this week except every time I open my mouth in my Communication Theory class I feel like a dumbass. Unlike the preppy smart frat guys who sit on my row who just know everything and it pisses me off!

Oh well, I’m dealing with the cards I’ve been dealt. However, sometimes I wonder what it would be like if things were different. What if my parents never divorced? What if I hadn’t failed Nursing School? What if I had never gone to Memphis in the first place? Would I still be the same way I am today?

I highly doubt it. 

At the same time though, I couldn’t imagine myself any other way. I wish a lot that I was different; but then I wouldn’t be me. 

Well that’s all for now I have a headache and I’m going to bed.

Peace out mothertruckers!

Will W. 

Well, not real sure what to say for this post. Things happen, sometimes they don’t work out like you think they should. That sucks ass doesn’t it? I think so. I mean you really will learn who your friends are during the event of things. 

In the event of being completely broke my bank account is drier than fields during a drought (I’m from the south) and, that is very bad. I’m rambling, I don’t really know what to say mostly everyone who reads this already knows stuff that’s been going on…

I’m off to COM Theory.

Peace out mothertruckers,

Will W.

Damn not having internet at my apartment sucks! Thankfully it’s getting installed September 4th Like a boss!

So my weekend was typical senior in college and living alone. Working. More working, and more working. I worked a double Saturday and continued working Sunday until I came to my apartment and passed the fuck out. 

However, I figured out something today that made me happy in my pants. The loan money that was not used to pay for tuition and stuff will come in my UNA mail box soon in the form of a big ass check! And, that is what I’m gonna use to pay my rent for however long it will cover it. That way I can use my money I make at work to pay for other things like utilities and internet. See! I have a plan! In your face assholes who thought I couldn’t do this!!

And with that talk of independence,  I have to call my mom and ask her how to cook…

Peace out mothertruckers 

Will W. 

Second day, and I have experienced the syllabus reading of my COM Theory class…holy shitballs you guys. I have never wanted to cry more about a class and I was in fucking nursing school.

However, because my COM Theory teacher quoted Spider-man, I feel I have an instant connection with this elderly woman. She gave a pep talk to beat all pep talks and I was astounded by her words.

So I ran into K.B. this morning. And she was completely wasted. Like totally wasted, it was a hot mess. So as I helped her stumble along to her class (good luck with that by the way), she dropped pearls of wisdom into the universe which began with this

Will, grow some balls!

She then proceeded to talk about other ramblings that had no interest to me whatsoever. However, because she was intoxicated well above her limit, it seemed like the right thing to do to just listen. She kept talking about changing your life if you’re not happy and so on and so forth. It’s interesting how people who are drunk can show the most courageous facts about life isn’t it? I think so, but, hey I’m just a guy and according to K.B. guys suck. Which I mean we do, I’m not denying that at all. We don’t think (I sure as hell don’t), we don’t consider others when making decisions, and we sure as shit don’t apologize for stuff.

However, my dear female readers, don’t think that you are all perfect and stuff because that is a damn lie!! You all jump to conclusions and naturally assume stuff just because a guy does harmless things like check on you and stuff. Hell, from now on how about we just all be dicks to you would that make you all feel better? Wait don’t answer that.

But, no matter how much we would like to think something will always stay the same. Most of the time it doesn’t. Maybe that’s my issue this fall, is accepting that things aren’t the same as they were, relationships specifically…

Anywhore I have government scandals to learn about.

Peace out, mother truckers,

Will W.

Hello everyone! Welcome to Fall 2012 semester. Supposedly it’s the last semester before the Mayans come back in their spaceship to beam us up and such or whatever it is that the world is going to end.

I’ve missed all of my followers and it is actually kinda great to be back in school. Where do I begin to catch you all up? Well, I moved three times this summer and finally now, I am in my own apartment that’s right by myself also. 

I started job hunting again because let’s face it, Olive Garden is not fulfilling my financial needs. And, with that, I have a initial  finally for the UNA universe.

Where in the Hell does C.B. get off thinking that he can talk down to my friend and me when we apply for jobs. I’m sorry, but, you are in Florence, AL and you work at the fucking Wine Cellar. Big deal! Anywho, he is one of those guys that just makes your life seem worthless because he has all his shit going on. Oh yeah you know the kind, physically in shape, great clothes, nice car, everyone loves him, good grades, all that bullshit. 

Me I work my ass off for tip money and struggle to have good grades, while still struggling to fit in my favorite pair of jeans that are getting tighter and tighter each day. (Who is starting P90X again? I am) 

Memphis world is about the same. My girlfriend and bestie are roommates now so that’s pretty cool. Still at DSU of course they will kick our righteous asses at football again this year I can already tell. 

Well, that’s all there is for this day. I will be back later. I missed you all soooo damn much!

Peace out mothertruckers,

Will W.