For once I was on time for class. I asked Milks what we were supposed to read for the class that followed. It was 35 pages I hadn't read. Since I had yet to miss the class I weighed the option of skipping and going to read. I said the only kink in the plan was that I might run into Dr. Purcell on my way out. I threw my bag on my shoulder and headed out. And in walked the good doctor. As I had told Mike Smith I would I said,"I'm going to get some water." I exited, drank from the fountain and returned. I had heard chuckles from Mike and others upon leaving, now a good handful of people were laughing about it, including Dr. Purcell. He said something like, "It would have been better I hadn't seen him." Don't I know it? I tried to play it off. I said, "I don't mind skipping, but it would have been weird for you to see me leave." At the end of class I carried leftover handouts to him, he quipped,"Glad to have you in class today." I made a perfect score on the quiz we had, but then I lost 35 points because I hadn't read.

ONCE AGAIN

It's Saturday evening and a bunch of random acts of nothingness compile what will be remembered in my mind as Saturday, January 26, 2002. So, since you'll probably get a different account from Justin, I'll share the events that will indefinitly be known as

THE NIGHT CHASE, MILKS, SEAN, ANDY, AND JEFF HAD

You see, for our hopes were filled with high aspirations of numerous adventures and wonders, just waiting for the picking. It all started out when we left Sean's house, but then mid trip down his road on our way to Chipley we said, "Shall we go to Dothan?" This was one of the 1st of expectations for thrill that we ventured on. Then we went to the Hop-In to get gas. It was at this very point that we paid .97 cents for gas... Oh yes and there was much rejoicing. SEAN TANNER was then hungry so we decided to venture on over to the closest and world reknown Waffale House. There was a pretty cute waitress in there (I thought she was). Then she started cussing and she said she liked country music. It was at that point, I knew it would never go anywhere. So, after the wonderfully cooked meal that Sean purchased for the entire crew, we moseyed on over to the ol' Wal Mart. Then we came home. Yeah, I'm all worn out from all the excitment. I empathize with Justin now, we need girls.. haha (What's this we stuff). Anywho, I guess that's it for my weekend update. I just got done talking to a friend that I hadn't talked to since I graduated in 99. That was nice. Well, read on, and laugh hard, but especially at all the more funnier stuff that is posted by everyone else...

Grace and Peace

Jeffery Glen Watkins

I asked Jeff today if he wanted to read a poem about death. He said that he was in a good mood and didn't want to get bummed out. Then I rambled on(not unusual),"death,death,death,death, Grim Reaper, OooH, He;s gonna get you!!!" I'm not pondering death really, it's just an idea that came to me. So don't worry. This is of course, a work in progress. Here it is!

What if tonight
I went out like a light
What if I slept like a baby
And died like an old lady?
What if this was it?
Would I throw a fit?
What if tomorrow
Friends kept all they borrowed
And divided up my things
A feather of my wings
Could be given to each of them
I'll go out on a limb
And say the branch might break
Before I awake
And if your going to cry
There's some Kleenex by
The telephone
I will not die alone
You've all been friends to me
You've never left me lonely
And that's all that matters

So..... The Website is back in business and yes it seems all the more interesting now to write than ever before in my ENTIRE EXISTANCE! Just to comment on a few things... The story Justin was telling with me and the 4 or 5 year old (Read Down If You Don't Know What I'm Speaking About) is not totally true. She was 14 or 15 and had some wonderfully knitted mittens and I wanted to try them on. So I preceeded to make an offer about purchasing one of the precious items. She refused and said that I could only have them if I would shave my blue head... Well ladies and gentlemen, I am still combing my hair today. In another interesting and totally unrelated news, to clarify to the general public, I have no problems w/ Chase writting poems to girls. We have this little joke/seriousness thing going on where when Chase says "I can't explain myself right now", I saw "Chase, when I was a little boy, my mom told me...." I'll have to tell the story sometime...

Moving On... School is back into full swing and not even being a full week into the new semester I'm already thinking about my career as a bum; begging, panhandling, and trying to get on Welfare (Do you get Socail Security when you turn 65 if you're on welfare?) Never the less, we must continue on to that goal the God has set for us (that almost sounded reformed). Like, I had a quiz in New Testament 202 and I got a 50 on it. Reminescent of my days in highschool I guess. I'm just tired and I feel like all I do is read. This whole being studious thing kinda sux. I actually just started it like 2 semester's ago and I'm actually practicing it this semester. Yay, well I need to read an outline on Colissians and Philemon so I'm gonna dip for now, but not forever.

2 Pac and Jeff Watkins

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Here's a poem. I can't explain it right now, sorry Jeff. It's written to a girl I'm friends with. Just saying that to clear any confusion if it was about God.

I don't think
I don't think too straight
Will I sink?
Pulled down by this dead weight

If I keep you around
Will you not let me drown
Your holding up pretty well
I'll go to the bottom
And lay with the shells

Won't you hold me up
Since you are afloat
Won't you hold me up
Or teach me to float

Teach me to make it on my own
To not sink like a stone
When to survive you've got to be gone
I think I'm alive
But is that a lie
If I am alone

WELL, another sunday has gone by... I wonder what I'll remember about it, do you know? Anywho... I was all tired today and decided to 'hit the hay' (persay) but now I'm wide awake. I hate when that happens. Today was a good day. Didn't do a darn thing. Went to church, decided I'll probably never use my own free will to go back there, just cause, it wasn't all that special to me. Maybe I missed something. I'd go back if Justin asked me to go again. I just figure there is plenty of churches like that to goto in Graceville and why should I waste mine or Justin's gas to go there. Well, sleep has started to kick in so I'll go now. Sorry this one is so short, but what would you expect from a short guy.

w/ love and hatred

jeff

I would like to say HI, to the entirety of our seven person readership and the crew at our area Pic 'n Sav'. I had an alright time tonight. It was neither great nor horrible. I enjoyed great conversation, some that I took part in, and others I couldn't help but feel a part of because the people were so loud. The place was packed with high school preps, who have just as much right to be there but it wasn't the same. There is a such thing as too crowded, unless your the guy at the door. Someone spilled a drink on me right before we left. They were more upset about it than I was. It wasn't much and I didn't even feel it. I thought of the band name, Breaking Twenties, but then realized that it sounds like Matchbox 20. Could it still work? Or how about Broken Jackson or Breaking Jacksons? We're here at Justin's place now. Jeff was watching Trial and Error but now he's ready to leave. He said the movie is depressing him. Wonder what that could mean. Since he's my ride I'm going to go.

Oh Yeah, just so all the concerned parties at hand will know, my hair turned out quite nice and i feel wierd too... SO... BYE
Jeff