My first novel. But half the length of ed's or rob's.

Just got back from the BBG... I mean Falls Creek. Edward, Bryan, Whitney and I rode together to catch a worship service and some nightime activities. For those who don't know what Falls Creek is, it is a baptist youth encampment near Davis, OK. It is the largest Baptist youth camp in the world. Approx. 40,000+ youth and adults arrive every summer for camp. It's quite a scene. I have been either a camper or a worker at the camp for 13 years now. This summer is the first summer I haven't either been a camper nor employed there. I miss the place quite a bit. By the way, BBG is common non-Baptist terminology that stands for Baptist Breeding Grounds. I guess people have heard stories about all of the supposed "sex" that happens behind the cabins. I can't speak for people who have heard those stories but I've had some pretty good times behind some of those afformentioned cabins. . . . Ah...... anyway. I had a great time seeing some old friends that I've worked with over the past years or so. Seen some of the sites. Every year something is different. This year the tabernacle, which has stood in the same place since around 1918, is no longer. There is now an ampitheatre, where they now have the worship service (or, church). I was pretty impressed with it. Looked pretty good. The area where it was built looks so different than it did last year. It blew me away.

For those that care, the website for Falls Creek is http://www.fallscreekok.org/home.asp . There is a webcam showing the center of the falls creek grounds. What is seen is the volleyball courts and some parking spaces. Fun stuff.

Enough about The Creek.
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I haven't done this before on my blog. And there is a good reason for it. I've not really said much at all about my personal life on here. And as much as I'd like to say that everything is great and peachy. But it's hardly ever that. I struggle every day. Just like all of us. A lot of times I try to avoid my problems because I either don't want to deal with it or deal with the fact that I HAVE to deal with it.
I'm a non-confrontational guy. If something happens to me, I run. Spiritual problem? Again, I run. Emotional problem.... relationship problem..... etc. It's always the same: I run. Why do I run? Is it because I'm aware of my own shortcomings and I dont' trust myself to fix it? Or is it simply that I don't rely on God to control my life? I know the latter is true. And I definitely don't trust myself to fix anything, no matter the problem. I can't stand the fact knowing that I don't do everything to let God do everything. Does that make sense? I'll move on.

Relationships. I have no knowledge.

I think I'm at the age now where I want to settle down, get married, get a big house, and a nice job. I guess that means I'm growing up. I don't know. I'm freakin' out knowing that I'm 24 and not having much to show for it except for the fact that I've graduated college. But what now? But what about this whole gettin' married thing? Forget that, what about finding a girl who knows I'm alive first! That might be a good starting point. The other day I was talking to someone and this person asked me what am I looking for in a female. I said that I have simple needs. 1st and foremost, I'm looking for a christian. No exceptions. Everything else is a plus. It would be nice if she was attractive. But, if it's the girl God has for me then I'm not worried about if she'll be attractive to me. And, of course, she have to be attracted to me. That kinda limits the number of potential canidates already. In other words, "Not a lot of people think Kent is a sexy beast.'' (Imagine Chris Rock's voice saying that, I know ed gets that).

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm ready to start my life. I'm ready to find somebody. I'm ready to start a career.

Am I ready, Lord? I don't know Your plans for me. And not knowing is the toughest thing. That's what faith is, I suppose. Prepare me. Prepare me for her, whoever she is. Prepare me for the future, whatever that entails. Prepare me for that day when you call me home, whenever that is. Prepare me, Lord. Prepare me.

1 Peter 1:13

Answer every question with a question. But why?

Well, the wheels are turning now for grad school. I went to the graduate school office today and talked to someone about enrolling. She was very nice and it put me into a pretty good mood about the whole grad school thing. Found out the my advisor in none other than who I considered as my favorite teacher through college: Dr. Susan Payne. So that made me feel even better about everything. Now I just need to fill out some papers and meet with Dr. Payne to fill out a schedule and everything should be moving smoothly. SHOULD be.

The other day Megan came down and spent some time with Ed and I. Good times. Unfortunately, I couldn't spend as much time as I wanted because of a family event. But on the other hand, I enjoyed seeing family I haven't seen in a while. Although, most of the people there I had no idea who they were. Who would crash a family reunion anyway? Free food? Maybe. There was fried chicken and cherry pie present. Who could pass that up? I had a good time though. And as for you, Megan, you don't come to Ada enough to see me. . . I mean us. Coooo!

Anyway, one of my favorite shirts has this picture of George from Seinfeld on it. The caption under it says, "The Timeless Art Of Seduction." Seinfeld is awesome.

Well, I'm out of stuff to say now, so I'm going to go back to doing nothing.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Chicken fried ice cream.... yum.

It's over! I just took my intermediate level math test for teacher certification. It really wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be. True, several of the questions I had absolutely no idea what was going on. Here is an example of such a problem:
You have two 6-sided dice. What is the chance that you will roll a total of 9 on the next roll?
How the heck do you figure that out???????
Well, I later found out that the answer is 1/9, or a one and nine chance. Aren't you glad you know that now? You can thank me later.
Anyway, I'm so glad that it's over. I can breathe somewhat easy again. Last night I didn't go to sleep until about 5:30 a.m. I tried to sleep, but I just couldn't. My nerves were on end... as opposed to my nerves being on beginning. Stupid, I know. So, I woke up this morning about 11 a.m. So, utilizing my excellent math skills here, I got about 5 1/2 hours of the sleep. Not exactly good the day you are taking a pretty important test. Anyway, I guess I was doing pretty good until I got to the classroom I was taking the test. Apparently, I got there late. Which I wasn't late in the first place. The test is suppose to start at 1 p.m. and I got there about 12:45... plenty of time. But the door was locked. So here I am.... knocking on the door while everybody is looking at me through the peep-hole thing. The lady who was reading the instructions to the rest of the people just kept on reading...... while I was still at the door knocking. I thought she wasn't going to let me in! I wouldn't have been so pissed. $100 spent to just knock on a door. Not cool. But I guess she found a stopping point and decided to open the door for me. So, that was a little embarrassing. Not interesting, but embarrassing.

Texas sucks. I hope they lose in the college world series tonight.

That's all I got. Until next time, vaya con Dios.

Algebra: the root of all evil.

Well, I just finished reviewing all of the Algebra 1 book. Now it is on to Algebra 2. If and when I complete that book, I will move on to Geometry and just the first part of Calculus.

I haven't taken a math class since a couple of years ago. I remember a lot of the stuff I've reviewed so far but I've forgotten a lot more. I'm really going to be pushing it to be what I consider fully prepared to take this test this Saturday. I'm really starting to stress out, too. So, why am I wanting to take the math test, you may ask? Well, I've always been pretty good at math in high school and in college. I don't necessarily hate it like some people do. Also, I think it would get me a job a lot easier at a school. Most coaches do the history teaching thing. While that in itself isn't "bad", it just seems like it is the "easiest" thing to teach. Not that there is anything wrong with that. A person's teaching preference is their business and nobody else's.

In other news, I plan on getting a new cell phone on Thursday. It has the picture and video function. It has a speaker phone thing. I will be a step closer to being cool, I think. So, in other words, I will be spending money on a phone to which I won't get to use because nobody ever calls me. So, it will be money spent wisely. Then again, the main reason why I'm getting a new phone is because the dang "6" key on my cell won't work. It drives me crazy!

Anyways, still single. That hasn't changed in a good while. This weeks relationship forecast for the next year isn't looking promising. Forecasters say there is a 0-5% chance of Kent getting a girlfriend. I'm the Sahara desert of relationships.

Anyways, onward and upward. Until next time, yaya con Dios.

Are you kidding? This post is a goblin!

Here recently, I've been looking into graduation studies. I figure that if I'm going to be in education, I'm going to need a master degree anyway. I always here from current teachers that I should get started while I do not have a job. That way I won't be involved with a career and school at the same time. It makes sense, I guess. So, pretty soon I'm going to apply (however I do that) to be admitted into the graduate program. I'm sure that won't be a problem. I'm thinking about Sports Administration. From what I hear, the money in education is in administration. Is there such a thing as "money" in education in Oklahoma?

Well, speaking of education, I have to take the intermediate math test on June 25. Upon passing the test, I will be able to get a teaching license that will enable me to teach intermediate level math (such as Algebra I and II, Geometry... etc.). Sounds like a lot of fun does it not? It's going to suck taking this test. Any $100 test that takes 4 hours to take is not on my "Top 5" things to do. So, any prayers for me in that regard will be greatly appreciated.

Do I have any other news? I organized all the music on my iPod yesterday. That took a while. Uh, I ate and slept some. Oh, and uh, watched some T.V. Maybe a movie or two. Made fun of Edward a few times. You know, just like every other day.

Alright, that's all I have.

One Baptist signing off. Until next time, vaya con Dios!

One of life's questions

Just wondering something here...
If life hands you tomatoes, are you suppose to make ketchup?
Why is it called a soap opera when nobody sings?
Why does jello have a smell when you add the powder in the water, but when it "gels" the scent virtually disappears?
Can a unborn baby fart or burp?
If a baseball player hits a home run over the fence, but then dies before he can run around the bases, does the home run count?
If a General is a higher ranking officer than a Major, then why is a major illness worse than a general illness?
Why don't they make Root Beer flavored ice cream?
Wouldn't it be better than root beer floats?
Why is there never a full English dinner or tea but there is always a full English breakfast?What is the point in saying "may I ask" and then follow it up with a question?
Is it possible to be allergic to water?

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WalMart shirts and condoms

Some people like to go to Abercrombie and Finch and some like to go the Old Navy to buy shirts. I like to go to WalMart.
Not that there's anything wrong with that. My clothing preference is my own business.
I went to WalMart yesterday to buy a 5-quart "thing" of oil and after picking up the aformentioned item I strolled by the high quality selections of WalMart clothes. I thought to myself, "Hey, I don't have enough Faded Glory shirts."
So what did I do? I bought two of WalMart's finest. I was pleased with my newest purchase.
But why when I say that I get quite a bit of clothing from Sam's store that people give me the 'I think I'm better than you' look. Why is everbody so down on WalMart clothes? Just because of the affordable prices? Just because you can get a live lobster, condoms, a 50 lb. bag of cat food, and underwear all in the same store? This is multi-item discrimination!

I'm not ashamed of my shirt. That's all. No big deal.

Until next time. Vaya con Dios.

This one's for darrell boys, this one's for darrell

In response to my good friend Darrell's recent blog post, I have decided to post my reflections on events of the past commonly referred to as "Kentgate".
Darrell and I have something in common... well, a lot in common as it turns out but we didn't realize that until recently. "Kentgate" started long before we knew each other. But we both knew somebody that we eventually dated. Darrell before I.
But then an event took place that forever was stamped into the minds of many.
It was a softball game. A UCM softball game. Darrell was working with the intramurals at ECU and happened to be working the particular game I was involved in. By this time I knew only of Darrell, I never personally met the guy. Why did I want to meet the guy anyway? It was my girlfriends ex. For some reason I HAD to not like him. I guess that's commonplace when you are dating a girl who just got out of a relationship that didn't end on the best of terms. The next guy isn't suppose to like the ex. Anyway, back to the story. There was another guy named Dewayne (Darrell also goes by Dewayne) at the softball game. I said something to Dewayne and Darrell thought I was talking about him. That set off an unfortunate set of events that involved a confrontation at the UCM with some of his friends.
Darrell, if you're reading this, I just want to say that I am very sorry about everything that took place years ago. You say you take all or most of the blame for everything but I'm not going to let you. I've said some stuff about you to people that never should have been said, and I appoligize. It was an immature thing to do and I have no excuse for it. To think it all started over a girl?! Crazy! I'm glad we can look back on it now and laugh. I want to thank you for being a good man and being the first to reach out a hand of frienship. In fact, I hated the fact that you were the first one to do it. I felt bad about everything and wanted to offer some kind of branch of peace but never did it. I guess I'm too shy for my own good. I guess I have some thanks to give to Ed too. He is also Darrell's friend and I think was the one who encouraged him to make amends between us. So, Ed, I gotta give it to ya. Good job.

Oh and uh........ boomer.

I'll tell ya that right now. Coo.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.

You say it's your birthday??????

Well, the old man is getting older this Saturday. Am I really turning 24? That seems impossible. I don't FEEL old. Do I look old? I feel like 20. 20 sounds good. I think I'll stay there. I don't drink, so it doesn't really matter. Wait. I take everything back. I will stay at the wonderfull age of 21. 21 will allow me to get into some places that otherwise I couldn't enter. No, I'm not talking about strip clubs. That's what my fake I'd would be for. Just kidding. Anyway, back to my birthday. I have no idea what I want. Not that I NEED anything. I just want to have a good time on my birthday. I've never really had a really good time on my previous birthdays. I always feel kinda depressed for some reason. Besides, as you get older, it seems like you get fewer and fewer presents. And the presents you get from your extended family seem to come in a "combo" setting. "Combo" presents are presents that a bunch of people tag their name to the card you get with the present taking partial credit for getting the present. It's like taking credit for the Big Salad when you didn't even buy it. I know Ed got that (suprise, it's a Seinfeld reference).

Anyway, enough about me.

I'm 24, I'm old, I'll get over it.

Until next time, vaya con Dios.