Hello Little Kiddies!

Hi!!! Welcome to my blogger! It's brand new spankin new today!

Cristin nailed me and told me I had nothing cool to talk about in my last post and it was lame cuz she had covered our entire Memphis trip, she said I was just rambling on trying to make my story of running out of gas sound cooler. Well, today I thought I would just sit here like everyone else and talk a little about nothing.

Hmmm...maybe I should start off by showing the world Ashley Mill’s true colors and expose her for her talk in the car earlier….Too much indigo girls in high school possibly? It's true, a freak of nature who obviously thinks her driveway is a race track. Go speed racer Go! I woke up to Ashley at my door this morning, she came with a grumpy look on her face and a broken front light on Jamins car. Jamin was not a happy camper. Gosh I felt so sorry for her!!

Basically I'm stalling because I am sick and tired of working out. And I know that's what's in store for me today. That treadmill is out there calling my name, but my legs are begging me to stay. My heart is torn.

If I can just make it through another 4 or 5 miles I will be happy cuz all I have to do is study!!! That's right, study, study, and more studying. Seems like that is all I ever do all day – everyday. Until I go to class at the end of my day, and take a test over what I've been studying, which is night time. When people usually start to wine down, eat dinner, and watch their favorite tv shows.....the night is still young and I'm just beginning. Every Tuesday I miss Meet The Barkers and Every Thursday I miss My Name Is Earl and The Office. I don’t get to watch them with the rest of the world, thank the Lord for Tivo. I just don't know if I can keep this schooling up. Like Jack Nicholson would say, 'all work and no play makes walt a dull boy'

So that’s why I decided to plan an extravagant trip to the beach this weekend!! Or why the Gunnells were nice enough to invite me along to Destin. I cannot tell you how ready I am. Sure I might be a little white, fat, and greezy, much resembling the features of a beached whale....but hey I'm ready for the Gunnells clan to see me in all my glory! This will be the first trip I’ve ever taken with them.

Listen I think we skipped down a little too fast. Did I tell everyone that I made a 95 on my first Business Law test!!!! That's right!! Let's see, I made the presidents list last semester with straight A's! And off to a grand start this time around too! I’m not normally known for my bragging, mostly cuz I never have anything to brag about, but hey I rock! So I figured out a path to making good grades…. basically all one has to do is get away from all of their distracting friends in auburn, and actually study. Also I want to give a nice big huge great grand wonderful shout out to my sista Charity! You are doing awesome!!! Hahaha are me and church mouse really doing this awesome in school? I just can’t get over it, what is this world coming too?!

this time you get more than you paid for.

Hello Friends. Today is Wednesday. A great day. A great, glorious, fantastical day. At this point you might be asking yourself…. ‘why walt? what makes today so special?’

Today I am going to tell you of a tale…a tale of one man…a journey…a legend…

Let me prepare you….This entry is much better than any favorite aunt…breathing…and far better than any random thought you silly clowns come up with on your own. Let me pave the way with my brilliance.

Here you won’t find any heartwarming news about friends and family. Cool links or pictures. Important news or sweet internet video game cheat codes. Today, I decided to use my blog for what it was first intended for… a random rant. That’s right kids, that’s why today is so special.

This epic begins at Old Towne Drive in Nashville, TN. After a weekend filled with Memphis, The Peabody, Ducks Marching Down Red Carpets, Rooftops, Graceland, Elvis, Airplanes, Automobiles, Beale Street, B.B Kings, Maggie Moo’s, Parents, Aidens, Ash and Jamin, Weddings, Etc. Etc. But you’ve already heard of all of these episodes in Cristin’s blog. So let me take you back. Back to the beginning of this very paragraph,

This epic begins at Old Towne Drive in Nashville, TN. You see this is where my Princess lives. Cristin Gunnells. The love of this knights heart. Having a test to return back to yesterday by 6:00 p.m., I had to leave her and return to Faulkner University, in my hometown…monkey town…Montgomery, Alabama.

So I mounted my dragon, cut on some Blink182, and onto 65 south I went. I left Nashville with a quarter of a tank of gas, trying to stretch my every penny, as it gets expensive traveling back and fourth on the weekends. Using my friend, mapquest, I am able to show a photo of some sweet, very lame graphics. I was able to take an overhead shot of my travels.















Now at the beginning of this blog I made a promise to you that I would show you the way using my brilliance. It was in Cullman where I decided I would try to make it and fill up with gas, and it was there on a stretch in the middle of no where, where my Black Maxima with Burnt Orange Insides would slowly shut off due to the empty tank of gas. That’s right…it’s Brilliance. I slowly and safely veered off to the side of the interstate in cullman, and sat miles from the next exit.

I sat there for no more than 3 min. screaming, wishing I had taken heed to my girlfriends warnings of filling up, when I noticed that I had T minus 3 1/2 hours before the clock strikes 6 and the tests are passed out. So I got out of my car, locked my doors, and I started my hike. As 18 wheelers, cars, vans, and otis spunkmire vehicles sped past me, I decided I would call a few people on my cell phone to pass the time. That’s when I saw I had only 1 bar of battery power left. Yup, I’m screwed. I needed that last bit of battery juice incase things took an even more horrible turn for the worst.

I walked about 1 ½ miles when a state trooper pulled over to my rescue. He gave a chuckle when I explained what I was doing on the side of 65 and he told me to hop in the back. So I jumped in and he drove me 2 more miles to the next gas station. On the way, I sat there feeling guilty…feeling guilty for the ways of my past. Case and point, my first encounter with the law. The time we were on a soccer trip with a bunch of other players and their family’s, and I went across the street and prank called 911 – only 30 min later to have 2 officers show up at my hotel room and give me a talk about why we don’t prank call those who help you. Or the time I got pulled over and talked to for shining a laser pointer in a cops eye driving down the road beside me. That officer explained to me how I would get myself shot. Or that one time I got in trouble for driving recklessly back in Birmingham behind winn dixie trying to go rat hunting…for all those times back in high school I’ve been unlawfully searched…or the time I got caught dropping eggs off an overpass nailing the cars passing below on the interstate....etc….etc…

As we pulled up to the cheveron…next to a family on a roadtrip, out stretching their legs, I wondered why they were staring at me. As the cop got out of his side of the car and walked around to let me out…the dad pulled his 3 year old daughter a little closer to him.

The rest of this story is just for me. It includes an old lady over charging me for my gas can by 7 bucks, slicing my thumb open so that it is gushing blood, having the wind blow gas all over my left leg and the side of my car, then getting my open wounded thumb soaked in the gas, and having the closest thing to a migraine I’ve ever had.

The children’s book would be called, Thomas Malone and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. It would probably only be sold in paperback.

Let this all be a lesson for you, when the little lever hits the ‘E’ it stands for the word ‘empty’ for a reason. so fill up. I guess everyone has to run out of gas at least once in their life huh?

Sometimes I wish I knew how to quit you.

Dear Blog,

It's been 15 minutes since I last wrote to you. It's crazy, but I already feel as though I am falling madly in love with you. I need you. More than Jake Gyllenhall needs Heath Ledger. I've come to realize that we're all each other has on this dang brokeback mountain.

I will forever hold you close,

WALT

Greetings From Torino!!

that's how i'd start this paragraph if i had been at the olympics. or visited torino. but i am not at the olympics. nor was in torino. i am home in montgomery. and although i know that going to torino would have meant getting to watch the games live, i opted to stay home. because i have tivo. and because i don't really watch the olympics...instead i was sad that my name is earl and the office missed out that week.

hi! My name is Walt and welcome to my first, highly anticipated, yet likely to disappoint, blog.

i basically am doing this for 1 reason, and 1 reason only, so that i can comment on my older sisters blog, and to do that I have to become a member. I think....

so since I have nothing else to do in my spare time, i became a member and had my very own blog up and running in just 3 easy steps. And look at me now! Wow - i really seem to be outdoing myself these days, first i joined facebook and now this? – watch out internet world….i am about to take this blog.com site to the next level with all my mass viewings....but this is how i like to do things. I love being the very first to do everything, I'm glad I was the first to figure out what a blog is and be the veryfirst to do it. for now on everyone is jumping on my bandwagon. got it? i'm awesome at finding out great secrets like this. For example, keep your eye out on a little unknown band called, coldplay. I think they just might make it someday...i'm so cool.

byebye!