This weekend has been weird. I got moved in to my new room yesterday, but Chris, my new room mate has not yet returned from his gig that he left for on friday. I hope he likes what I did to the place and doesn't freak out. This room is alot bigger than my last one. I have room to hook up my surround sound, and I have room to do more decerative activities. I do not, however, have a phone, so you can't call me... sorry. I think I will get one and bring it back the next time I go home. I'm going to try to get home for fall break in a few weeks. I don't know how that will end up working out, but there is a guy in my RechTech class that is actually going to High Point for furniture market. Now I haven't really talked to him about anything yet, but maybe with my silver tongue I might be able to make a deal with him... say... transportation for a place to stay... Now we will discuss today's activities. I went to Midtown church at Rocket Town with Matt, Jon, Jeneil, and some other guy who's name I didn't catch. I think that's the church where I'll stay cause it's just that good. After church, Jon, Matt, and I went to the Tai restauraunt for lunch. It was cheap, but pretty good. I think I'm going to lay off of the curry though. I'm just going to hurry up and sum up my day and go to bed... Matt and I had a jam session... I went along with my Phi Mu Alpha brothers to a serority initiation and we serenaded them with songs, because it's a singing fraternity... we went out to eat with those girls but I was cheap and didn't buy any food... cause I'm poor... and then I came back here and watched a movie with some guys on my hall and NOW I am writing to you. I'm sick though, and I have an eigh o'clock class tomorrow, so I think I'm going to go ahead and go to bed. Peace out!

Umm... well... sorry about not posting anything new this week... It's been pretty long and detailed and I just plain got behind in lots of stuff. I'll try to clue you in as best as possible though. To summarize, it's all been a blur. Honestly I don't know how much shorter a day could last. Do ya remember when you were young and a day seemed like a week, and a week seemed like a year? Now a day has gotten down to an hour for me and a week to a day. I'm turning twenty in 6 months. Who would have thunk it! Now I suppose English class shall be our next topic of discussion. This week was pretty nice. Our primary goal was to edit our papers in groups and then finish them. It can't really get any easier than that for me, but I don't really like editing other folk's papers. Maybe this is just from my musical outlook, but I think that if you feel something different or get the writer's point after reading his/her paper, then the paper has served it's purpose and does not need to be changed (I really hope that made sense cause I'm not about to explain it to you, or maybe it does make sense but I can't grasp it due to my exhaustion which will be explained shortly). In my home life, this week has been really hectic. First off, tomorrow.... er... (1:09am) today I am moving out of this room and in to another. I like Joel, he's a great guy, but this is a single room and a double just opened up down the hall, so giddyup (don't check the spelling on that). Speaking of which, Joel is currently in Deleware doing a concert with his company. Mtv might be there, so keep your eyes out for him (if you know what he looks like, if not... sorry). Other exciting news for this week is that Andy and Kevin, my two highschool homeboys are sitting right next to me as I write, but probably not as you read. They came to visit me this weekend and thus far, things have been a blast. I can't say that the whole time has been riviting because I made them come to my eight o'clock class after we stayed up till one, but my goal was merely to show them what college life is really like. In frat news (which must be limited) today was "Avoid a Brother Friday". It's a game played so that our brothers can learn our (the pledges) names. I got caught eight times and lost like a bazillion points, but Matt didn't get caught by anyone! This is partly due to the fact that I saved him from being detected so... you owe me buddy! Today... "Doggon it Matt, put your pants back on!" ... sorry about that, Matt is walking around with his pants off and it is grossly distracting. Let me demonstrate... here it is as plane as I can say it ( l ) that's supposed to look like what just blinded me (a butt). But anyways I did my first recording session tonight and it ended at one. You can't hear the CD though cause we're not done yet. Tonight was just me doing lead and rhythm guitar and lead and harmony vocals. Monday night I will just be spectating as we add mandolin, a cello, and a djembe (African drum). I could best compare the fun I will have to a young child going to his first carnival... (I'm loosing my mind) Now, before I go to bed, I'm going to involve myself in a ritualistic playing of cards, belching, and flatulants. (now I'm never going to get a date because all the girls now know that I fart). Speaking of dates, I received my most recent carepackage from my loving family which contained in it some secrets that I am using for my date with Kallie... I well tell you about that later, but I don't want to give anything away now. Till later ya'll.

Everything is not well in the land of Nathan. I have been very irrisponsible lately. Yesterday started out well, but it never ended. I worked out pretty much all day long. At 10 i woke up after being up till 2 a.m. and I went to work out at the gym. Then I went rock wall climbing and played raquet ball with Daren. After that I went and met up with Matt. We took to throwing frizby and then decided... "Hey let's go find the new Curb Cafe." Well, we did and fortunately for us, they were giving away free food so we ate. Matt then contributed some interesting information. He said that he knew two really cute girls that told him that they would go rock climbing any ol time. I pondered on this for a quick .10 seconds before I made the conclusion that it would be a grand idea. Well, as luck would have it, they were not on campus. See, normal people with cars tend to leave campus on the weekends. It is us without vehicular transportation that must stay and endure the lack of activites. I must admit that it does bring about my creativity though... We went rock climbing anyways, and then we played... yes... you guessed it... raquet ball. Unfortunately we missed dinner and by the time we were done it was dark. Well, later that night, Jon and I got together in the Beaman lobby between the basketball court and that other part of the building and we played worship songs. It was good times. After that we went to his dorm and watched friends. Let's see... Matt was there, and Joel my roommate... the other Nathan who we call Nate in order to clear up confusion when both of us are in the room... of course there was Jon, and then there was Jeneice and Jessica. We watched friends for a little bit, and at around one o'clock, we decided that it would be a good idea to walk to a pizza parlors called Mafiaoza's. The pizza was very good but we didn't get back till 3 stinkin a.m. Needless to say, I am very tired today (that rhymes). And along with a 5 page religion paper that I found out is due tomorrow, I have a headache. The up part is that that guy who said he'd buy me two double stack cheeseburgers from Wendy's for eating the cicada, is on his way now to get those tastey morsals for me... life will get better... as soon as i finish this paper and my laundry. Later.

Well chillins, I know you're all excited to know what I've done on this glorious day. I've got lots of good news so put on your biggest smile and roast a farm animal cause here we go. First I must start at the night of last (did you like that old english placement of night and last?... never mind). Last night after the auction and after my manly workout... and after running a mile... and after playing video games with Daren, I went down stairs to find out how much money we made from the date auction (I mention all of these events in order to support my argument that I was quite dissalusioned at this time ((12a.m.)) so you will understand why). Well, as I found out, we made $1,162 bucks. If I wasn't there we would have only made $1,154. But anyways, as I was walking back to my room, I overheard some guys talking about a cicada (big loud noisy bugs that live in trees) that was on the celing. Well I thought it would only be fair to help that poor little cicada out of the building so I knocked it down and and picked it up. Well, here's where the adventure started... Some guy said "Hey! He's like the crocodile hunter. I bet he's even going to eat it." Having heard this comment, my natural reaction was to jokingly act like I was about to eat it. This was a mistake. All of the sudden, what seemed like all of the guys in my dorm, came down to the lobby. I looked left! I looked right! The bids kept getting higher and higher. One guy set up a camera (PDA) and another bought a pepsi and put it in my had while yet another gave me a bag of goldfish. I had no other choice but to eat this poor cicada which I had captured to save a few minutes prior. My tactic was to swash some Pepsi in my mouth to give it flavor and then I shoved the little guy in. I then proceeded to bite him in half and swallow. Well unfortunately, his wings got stuck to the side of my throat so I had to make a quick grab for the Pepsi and chug it down. I then made 10+ new friends, $10, a free Pepsi, a bag of Goldfish, and two Double Stack Cheeseburgers. I think it was worth it. Now for today! Good news as far as math is concerned. I DIDN'T FAIL! That was great, and then I did nothing for the rest of the day until 5 when I had to go to my computer fundamentals class. After the class... I went back to the dorm and cooked me up some Ramen Noodles. Whence upon the clock doth showed the hour of 9, I went to be invited into Phi Mu Alpha Sinfonia as a probationary member... It was really neat. We went into the (censored) where it was dark and all of the members had (censored) and they were (censored) and then we said (censored) and were pinned. I have to wear this pen with everything for the next six weeks, but hey... if Mr. Rogers had to do it, well then so can I. We then went to the Sunset Grill where I had nachos. Now I am writing my journal, and will now be signing off of my longest journal yet. On a humerous ending note. If you are a girl, and you like me, ask me out and i'll give you a dollar. I have ten new dollars now that I can spend so I'm not bluffing. Goodnight.

Well the votes are in and it's decided. I got bought for eight dollars. That was a let down, not because it was just eight dollars, but because the guy before me got bought for 20 and the guy after me got bought for 30. Oh well... But HEY! Not to worry little tiger, the lady that bought me is quite attractive. Her name... is Kallie. I suppose I will be calling her shortly as soon as I get a plan for a good date... That's something I CAN do. I guess I just don't have the personality type to be sold on stage, but I could sit here for a long time thinking about all the reasons why I went for only 8 bucks, but instead, I think I will just let my confidence mend. On another up note; the other guy that I did his bio got sold for lots of cash. I felt good that maybe, just maybe I had a hand in that. Now I am in my room staring at my lava lamp as it blurbs and blobs all around. It's quite soothing along with some Further Seems Forever and some Cheez-its. I'm trying to cut back on cola cuz my kidneys kept bothering me today... I think that means something bad. But I really could use a coke right about now, and they ARE right in front of me... calling me... beckoning. I could also really go for a hot tub about now... You know what? I think I'm going to go to the Beam (that's what cool people call the Beaman Student Life Center) and work out and then play some raquet ball. That would be nice... and then I'll come back here and go to bed. When I wake up, I'll go to work, then I'll go to math class to receive a failing grade... then I'll go and do something else. This is my current plan, God willing. Well... I'm going to the gym now to get a quick pick-me-up by picking something heavy up... if that makes sense at all... Later.

How about this. Today is Tuesday again. I must say that it's better than Monday, but it's still up hill from here until the weekend. Not that I don't have plenty to keep me busy. First of all, I guess I'll discuss with you a bit about the Male...ur... I mean Dating Auction. My bio is written, my song is in, and now I have to make a t-shirt. I made one last night but I didn't like it so I threw it away. Also yesterday Anna came over and I showed her all the cloths I had and she gave me a few fasion tips for the big bid. Thanks Anna! Now I am waiting, but while I wait I'll tell you about my math test today. I did horrible. I just hate math plane and simple. When I got there I felt confident, but as I looked over each problem I just lost everything. I've got to get some tutoring or something if I want to pass, that's how bad it is. As for last night, I went to Phi Mu Alpha's rush. It's not affiliated with this school so it's really the only frat that I can afford on my college budget. We played educational board games and ate ice cream. Thus far it left a good impression with me. I think I will put my bid in, but we'll see. Another pass time which a few guys in my hall have picked up is talking in German and/or writting messages in German. You know what? I'm feeling a bit zesty right now. I think I'm going to write one of my secrets on the internet for all to see, only it will be in German... and here it is! Der erste Brief der Namen der Mädchen, die ich in der Vergangenheit gemocht und nie etwas darüber gesagt habe, ist kbba! Isn't that a shame that you don't speak German like me. I bet you didn't know that I could did you? Well...ist nicht dass eine Scham. Ich wette jetzt Sie wünschten, dass Sie mich als ein Kandidat für Ihren folgenden Freund nicht ignorierten. Heh, my little secrets... all of my precious little secrets that can only be seen by Germans... and the CIA. Well... until tomorrow, I must go now to study so that my rech tech quiz doesn't turn out like my math test.

TGIF again! It is here, but as soon as it comes, it goes once more. I can't really talk about English today because I didn't have that class. The only class I did have was RecTech at 8 o'clock (8 a.m. classes are the bane of my existance), and then I had to work for four hours. The work wasn't that bad. All I really did was more data base creation and then I went down into the studio and sat fore a few minutes before my shift was over. Once through with work, I decided to take advantage of the studio song writing rooms and... write songs in them. I got this new song that I'm working on right now that I'm liking a lot. Now it's just a matter of completing it! Ya see, I am very critical of my writings. I enjoy most all of the music that I write, but when it comes to the words, they really have to be perfect to bring out the song. For the most part though, today wasn't very interesting. I didn't really do too much because I've been so tired. This is, of course, purely my fault too. It is a result of staying up untill one in the morning and then waking up at 7 somethin. I'm going to have to disciplin myself into a better sleeping pattern because I don't think I can keep this up too long. What else should I talk about tonight. I know this might come as a suprise to many of you (or the only one of you who reads this, whoever you are), but I really don't know what else I can say. OH YEAH! Matt and I are doin this sociological study on AIM! The problem is that most people don't talk to us. Instead, they expect us to talk to them. Well we have discovered a solution to this problem. It's a little low, but we write things on our away messages that inspire conversation from people like "Gone to visit my new girlfriend." or "I'm tired of all your lies!" This hypothesis has been tested and it works. Whenever I come back, I have at least three messages of conserned people. There are some people (I mention no names) on my buddy list that make me quite angry though. They never talk to me even if I talk to them first. I can only think of three reasons for this: A.) They're mad at me and they aren't grown up enough to tell me to my face. B.) They take friendships for granted and don't feel like they owe anyone anything. or C.) I'm horribly mistaken and all of my ignored conversations are just coincidence. Now regularly I wouldn't write this in my public journal, but I am fairly confident that it will not be viewed by the perpetrator.(This segment was added for the enjoyment of my readers who have an adiction to drama. You will know if you are addicted to such things if: A.) You watch soap operas religiously B.) You carelessly throw yourself into relationships just to get hurt (I hope not) or C.) You are the kind of guy/girl who talks back at the tv or movie screen in tense situations) Well that's all I have for tonight folks. Hope you enjoyed the laughter (was there laughter?... I think so, but I'm not going back to check.), the crying (I know there wasn't crying unless you got stabbed in the face by a blunt object while reading my journal), and the anger (I guess I'm not really that angry about it, I'm more disappointed). This is Nathan signing out, wishing all the little boys and girls out there in "Reading My Journal Land" a pleasant evening. May I recoment you not eating the sausage in the caf for breakfast? It is rarely cooked all the way. And now... an ending note of inspiration: "Fall seven times, stand up eight." -Japanese Proverb. You said it Japanese guy... speaking of which, I could kill for some Habachi right about now!

Ok everybody, here's the scoup. English class today was fairly interesting. See, we got to talk a lot about literacy and our history. The emphasis was on how literacy affected African American slaves in early America. We were to read two articles for the discussion. One artical was written by Fredrick Douglass, and the other was written by Malcolm X. Now I know what you're thinking. "Wo there Nathan, those guys contrast greatly!" This is not a suprising response, but a misconception it still is. These men were both arguing for freedom and their obstacle was education. The were by no means unintelligent, but because they were not educated at first, they could not communicate their intelligent ideas. This was the point I argued. As for me however, I am still struggling from "Rosco" and his cursed presence. My body is ever soar, but I must prepare myself for next weeks Pembroke Male... I mean... Date Auction (we aren't allowed to call it the male auction this year for reasons unknown). I, Nathan, have successfully been initiated into this act of selling myself into bondage. It should be quite interesting though. I get to pick an intro song, and a slogun. I was thinking more on the lines of the Navy for a slogun. If you are familiar with all those dramatic Navy commercials which say that you're life is going to be one amaizing story if you join (Yeah right! What about the poor guys that joined and have to scrub toilets for four years? I bet they're thrilled with their decision!) then you know their slogun. Accelorate Your Life: NAVY. This is supposed to make you join the Navy... And being that our Navy is presently the greatest sea power in the world, I suppose the slogun holds some weight. Therefore, I will simply switch out Navy and add my name... which will look something like this. Accelorate Your Life: NATHAN. I figure my creativity points will atleast boost my price from the beginning five to say... 20, maybe even $30. This is called marketing people. After all, I am a music BUSINESS major. Right now I must face a different problem though. It is 11:37 prime maridian (p.m. to the lay person) and I have an eight o'clock class tomorrow. Also Joel, my room mate, is trying to sleep behind me. All the lights in the room are presently off. All except for the big blinding white light from my computer screen. He's trying to get to sleep for cryin out loud and I'm over here bangin away on the keyboard. Out of respect and compassion for him, I am afraid that I must leave you with this note: "Men are like a deck of cards. You'll find the occasional king, but most are jacks."
-Laura Swenson
Ha ha Laura, I'm sure many women agree with you, only you didn't take into consideration that somwhere out there (Pembroke 226, brown hair, brown eyes, 5'11", nice smile, name starts with N, ends in athan) is an Ace of Spades! Boo YA!

Today in class, we watched Bridget Jone's Diary to go along with an exerpt we were to read from the book as an example of different styles of writing. All I gotta say is that I think Bridget liked to write the f-word a lot. After that, we had to write a list of things that we think we do to define ourselves in writing (that's a mouth full!!!). I can't think of things that we don't do to define ourselves in our writing except for plagerising (don't even tell me I spelled that wrong cause I know I did). Other than that, I still have to get to that 5 page paper. The rough draft is due Monday, but the cream in my coffee is that the paper is double spaced, so it's more like 2 1/2 pages instead of 5. That's not too shabby!... hold on... I gotta go to the bathroom ... ok I'm back. Where was I. Oh yeah, I was right about to move on to a different subject. Today I've been the opposite of not working hard (that means working hard). I tell you what! I started back working out, and my poor big muscles are killin me! If you aren't familiar with the workout process, there is a little guy that lives in your muscles. His name is lactic acid, but for educational purposes, we will call him Rosco. You see, Rosco moves in to your muscles when you don't use them very much. He's a lazy kind of guy who likes things to be easy-going and predictable, and he likes a soft bed (your muscles). Well, when you go to the gym to work out, and you do all of those repedative exercises with your muscles, this wakes Rosco up. As anyone who is rudly awoke is, Rosco is also very upset. You will feel the results of Rosco soon after you work out. For instance: I went and jogged two miles the other day. My legs had not worked for a while, making them a perfect habitat for Rosco. That night i went to bed out of pure exhaustion. When I awoke to my alarm the next morning, and hopped off the second bunk, I soon found out that Rosco had sabatoged my legs and they proved most useless for landing on a very distant ground, as my face soon found out. I know that now you might be in despair since I have told you this, but Rosco doesn't have to be a permanent resident. You can kick him out if you keep working out! Rosco will go away! That concludes our educational segment for the day. I must now go play raquet ball. Same place, same time! Ta!

Hey everbody. If you're just now joining us, my name is Nathan and I will be your writer today. This is what's going on in my life right... NOW! I just got out of English class and boy oh boy am I tired... er... uh actually I just thought that would sound nice right there. I'm really not tired at all. The discussion today was over our new essay. I'm actually kinda looking forward to writing it simply because it isn't going to be formal. This means that I can basically write like I am now: With no respect for English grammer or phonix wut so evur (what is this guy talking about). Ha! ok so now where do we go? Well I could fill you in on my weekend. Time flew this weekend. I still have "TGIF" ringing in my ears from Friday, which is pretty distracting when one is trying to devote their full attention to their Monday professors. I think it's because Joel, my roommate, convinced me to try to sleep in till 12 on Saturday, after we had that huge poker tournament at Maddox (which I got booted out of the first round). I did sleep in the next morning though, and I will never do it again. For those of you who might still be trying to figure me out (I suggest giving up now) I must inform you that I had a morning job this summer. I had to be at work at 6 a.m., so sleeping in wasn't much of an option for me. To get back on track, I was pretty much tired all day saturday because of pure sloth. I ended up taking a two hour nap six hours later. That night things kinda picked up. I went over to Drake's (real name is not given to protect Jon, I mean, the individual's identity) and watched Red Dragon and Silence of the Lambs that Anthony Hopkins needs a hug man) After that, I went back to my room, picked up my guitar, and went to the quad for a bit of quiet time. That is one of my favorite things to do. I just like going out at night and looking at the stars as I lightly play some worship music on my guitar. (Oh no! they might actually think I have a sensative side now, I'd better change the subject). How bout them Cowboys huh? Anyways, as I was sitting out there, all of the Heron Hall girls came out in blankets and stuff at 2 a.m. I thought it was innitiation or something, but no, they were just having a fire drill. At least, that's what I heard. Sunday I was up in time to go to church. After church was lunch, and after lunch was a walk which I shall always remember. I walked down music row, then... I walked to target. (I'm a moron)I really needed some poker chips. Fortuanately for me I met some Belmont girls over there and they gave me a lift back. To Valery and Julia, thank you ever so much. Well folks, till we meet again. Ta ta!

Ok, here's the new news. I found out today that I had to include more of topics which relate directly to my English class. I think that I might be able to still talk about regular goings ons in my life though. So if you were reading my journal faithfully (which I strongly doubt anyone is) then fret ye not little lamb, I will cradle your needs, give you your fix, quench your thirst etc. I suppose I could start this journal off by discussing the subject of the day in English. We have been covering a theme lately on different takes on technology. Today we specifically talked about Plato's p.o.v. Ya see, he wasn't too crazy about advances in technology, and it might suprise you to know (but not my fellow English bro's and sis's) that Plato opposed writing. YES! He opposed writing. He thought that it would make people's memories go bad. I guess I can see his point. I don't remember anything from high school. I put it all on my final tests and there it still remains. On a related, or maybe not so related subject, I did a great deal of homework today. Fortunately it was a nice day outside so I could go out and do it because I ususally don't if it is raining. Outside is the only place where I can concentrate. I also got an opportunity to do a bit of a jam session tonight as well. I went in front of the mansion and just sat and played for a good long time, trying to write songs. I did get two verses written, but not much else. I'm not even sure if they're that good. I'll just have to wait untill morning to see how I like them. That's usually how I have to criticize my music because while I'm writing it I'm a mood for writing, not for critiquing. I have to sleep that off and look at it with a fresh mind so that I can know for sure if I like it or not. Needless to say, I have lots of songs that have not made it past that process. They sit in a notebook waiting for me to decide what to do with them... Well, i'm out for the night. Sorry it wasn't as funny this time. I'll try to do something stupid tomorrow to make you all laugh. Till then. Peace Yo!

Well everybody, today was a new day in Nashville. Not too much to talk about though because mostly there was just work... yep... lots of work. I ate lunch and dinner alone just to get thinkin. Lots of stuff has been on my mind lately, but that's just for me. It seems ironic, and almost mood setting though with all the rain we've been having. Anyways, I'm the kind of guy who values personal space and quiet time. When I'm met with, say... women trouble, I like to be alone to sort things out and reflect (Wow, I'm getting too deep for public viewing, I'm going to adjust the ballast and resurface now). The "up" part of the day was really good. It's funny how the past few days have been similar in that they all have really good ups, but really bad downs. Here's what happened. I went to the open mic night at Neely after long consideration and I signed up for performace. I was met with many suprises though. First off, it cost $5 bucks, but a t-shirt and a cd of the performance came with it. I, however, decided to splurge and payed $10 to get the dvd of the performace and a t-shirt. Not that I have the money or anything. I mean, after all, I am at college. I can't afford to brush my teeth (sarcasm). But anyways, then I found out that there were already too many people signed up, but the guy snuck me in anyways (not knowing that I can't write a song under 5 minutes). Whoever you are buddy, rock on! ... As the saga continues, I went behind the curtain next to the stage to wait for my turn. I was labeled to go first, and I started to get a little nervous, not because I was going to be in front of lots of people cause I do that all the time, but because the majority of them were musicians and musicians, as we all know, are critical of music (yes, you noticed that this was a run-on sentence... now celebrate your keen eye by going out and buying your favorit drink ((non alcoholic please)). Well, I went first and tripped on the stage and chipped a tooth... nah I'm just kidding (you should see your face... relax). I ended up getting bumped to second which is my favorite place. Well, let's go ahead and draw this story to a close shall we? I went, and the guy that introduced me told all the ladies that I was single (WHAT! I didn't tell him to... err um... yeah... ) and then I went to playin. The cool thing was, everybody loved my songs, or at least they cheered like they did. I played Summer Time, which was one of my better ones, and that song about my friend that's a girl (you say girlfriend and I'll mame your feet!) called Goodbyes and Farewells. I left happy, but regretably, still single. The performance was unique though in that it was the first one where I was recorded live on CD and DVD, and it had cool stage lights. I guess I'm better than I thought I was... but I've still got much to learn. Later that night I was privilaged to be invited to a Bible study in the bell tower (yes IN the tower, isn't that stellar?). I got to meet lots of new folks, and I think an opportunity has opened for me to lead worship there. After that I just went to the quad and played till about 10:30. Now I'm going to bed cause that's the responsible thing to do. Peace Yo!

Hi, this is my first real entry. Just for people on the outside, I'm doing this for english class. Therefore, I will attempt to break my AIM habbit of using no format or gramer, and I will type as I should. I guess I'll start off by telling a bit about myself. My name is Nathan. I'm 5'11" and have short, brown, and somewhat flowing hair. To match the hair, I have brown eyes which do not require glasses. I hail from High Point North Carolina and weigh a whopping #$@ lbs. The guys generally call me Nate, Nate- Dawg, Nizate, one guy calls me NATO, or my last name (which i'll keep from the eyes of complete strangers by posting it on a public website). The girls... well the girls don't call me at all. I'm still working on that, but I have narrowed it down to bad breath, or my redundant monotonous speach. My background I will keep short and sweet. I'm a Christain and was raised in a Christian home. I was a decent student during grade school, but I'd like to think that I was a better musician. I've been on four great mission trips: one to Mexico, three to Guatemala, and one to Ghana West Africa. I was also the youth praise director in my church for two years, but I enjoyed the playing more than the directing. That's all there is to know about my past and who I am for now. Anything else you will have to learn from close encounters. Sorry, that's just the way it goes. I guess I could start data entry with a pondering though. I think I might do open mic night at Kennedy this Wednesday. The best song I wrote (oh yeah, I write, sing, and play songs on the guitar) so far was for this girl I knew in my hometown. I never gave it to her though. Not because I was chicken, but because I didn't want to make her feel weird. But a song is a song for me. It is the way I vent if I don't have anyone to talk to. Anyways, the song is called Goodbyes and Farewells and I'm really thinking about getting up there in front of all those people and playing it. The only thing is I'm kinda tempermental about my music. I don't usually play it for just anyone because I have a hard time with criticism. But I'm in Nashville. I suppose I'll have to break that habbit if I plan on getting anywhere in the music industry. Speaking of taking criticism; here is where I will throw in a random quote that will usually be a regular occurance in my journal.
"One should never criticize his own work except in a fresh and hopeful mood. The self-criticism of a tired mind is suicide."
-Charles Horton Cooley, Life and the Student (quoteland.com)