Back in action

Hello all! I'm back and am truthfully informing you that I was not in fact kidnapped by any anonymous person. I apologize to any readers who actually are still checking my site and have only found old posts and nothing new. ( a tear runs down my cheek) Now to move on to some current thoughts.

I have become a bald man and...... I LOVE IT! That's right. Readers because of my lack of computer equipment I have not been able to post a picture of me the author. I had long, beautiful locks that shined like the sun and gave me cool super powers. Well part of that is true. Anyways I don't know what came over me but I started to walk into my room one night and asked the local barber on staff (Caswell Staff) to give me the ol' clean shaven look. While I'm not Mr. Clean bald, my hair is significantly shorter. It's great. My showers take less time, my hair dries faster, and the ladies love to run their hands over my new found head stuble.

On another note tommrow is the big Caswell Golf Tournament. I'm really looking forward to it. I'm gonna get Nathan (www.wilmingsloan.blogspot.com) to take some wicked sweet pictures of me smacking the dents off of that little white ball! Poor ball. It should be lots of fun. My team consists of Kyle, Kelly, Brandon, and Myself. While you most likely don't know these people if you did you would understand the excitement that is swelling inside of me.

Speaking of swelling Charlie and the Cholate Factory is now out in theatres and I am excited and afraid to see it. ( the blueberry girl, she swelled up, get it?) Excited because Johnny Depp is Willy Wonka and scared for the same reason. Willy Wonka was kinda freaky when Gene Wilder did it and that was the fun loving wonka, the wonka who had curly hair and a comforting smile. Depps Wonka looks kinda deranged with cropped black hair and a freakish expression that oddly reminds me of The Crow. I wonder if anyone dies?

There are only three weeks left here at Caswell. I don't really know what to say about that except "SWAMP BUCKETS" ! I don't know. I will miss Caswell like a drunkard misses his sugar momma. With out being drunk and eating sugar of course. I believe in my first post back to you my beloved readers I will leave you with a bit of wisdom passed down to me through a dream.

"You can lead a horse to water, but don't kill it because then it won't do anything but lay in the water dead and not do.... anything!"