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Name: Lucas T.
Metro: Kingsport
Birthday: 4/3/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Laying down beats rhythyms and diddles on my trapset, frisbee golf, pumping iron, silly noises
Expertise: Tossing a mean heizer, piddling, indecisiveness
Industry: Education/Research
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AIM:  Drummerkid202
Member Since:
2/27/2005
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| Coming up on that one year-without-an-update mark. Time to change that.
I'm still in school but I should graduate in May of '09 with a BA in Sociology and a minor or two. I could do it sooner than that but who wants to graduate in December? I think it would be depressing and I wouldn't know what to do with myself for the next semester. I would probably hang out with the same college friends and do the same things while working full-time in a factory or something. Might as well just spread out my remaining hours over 3 semesters and relax.
Speaking of factories, for a month this summer I labored in huge, sweaty warehouses filled with rat traps, bird feeders, and other outdoorsy stuff you buy at Lowe's and Wal-Mart and so on. Think about that next time you drop by the store to pick up garden stakes or M330 style mouse traps. I got tips on how to survive and not get my ass raped if I ever go to jail among many other jewels of blue-collar advice.
I moved into a new apartment by myself right in the middle of Fort Sanders right next to campus. I live about 2 blocks from Fuck Matthew and very close to all of my other friends. I ride my bike home drunk often and my car stays parked more than ever before. I love it. But have no pictures. Picture a Euro-style apartment with a partition splitting it, slightly larger than a hotel room. That's it.
A couple of close friends are studying abroad right now and I'm more than a little jealous. I had planned to study in Latin America next spring and I actually got into some good leftist language schools in Guatemala and Salvador but I would have received no school credit and lost all scholarships. It really pisses me off how universities are set up to allow no time off for students. It's like they want to push you through your program as quickly as possible, throw as many loops at you as possible to keep you there, and squeeze large amounts of money out of you before you practically have to yank your diploma from their fingers so you can get the hell out.
The Guatemalan language school is postponed until next summer but there's still lots of resistance from the parents. It does have an insanely high murder rate and its fair share of 'desaparecidos' if you know what that means, but come on. How many chances do you get to study Spanish at a leftist language school in one of the most indigenously populated and non-capitalistic countries in the Latin America?
It's not like my fair skin, blue eyes, and brown hair would make me stand out there or anything.
About a month ago I picked myself up a round-trip ticket to London where a certain saucy son of a bitch is studying right now. We're in the process of planning a little 10 day tour of Europe that will begin as soon as I finish my last final. I'm ready to get the hell out of this country, if not just for 10 days.
Sociology and social justice work are really starting to envelop me and affect how I look at and move through the world. I guess this is a good sign since I'll be a senior in the program next semester. I'm loving the opportunity to play the role of idealistic college student before the world steps up its efforts to crush my spirit, marginalize, and numb me. I'm glad to know that I likely won't end up sitting in a cubicle day in and day out but there's always that nagging fear that I'll end up sleeping in a gutter one day that about every student of social science deals with.
I'm doing economic justice work at UT right now and working some with the labor union for UT workers. I'm very interested in the labor movement and it's looking likely right now that I'll be a union organizer in the next few years. I know a few of you friends who keep in contact over Xanga are in the working world already and I want to encourage you to check out your local labor union if there is one for your type of work. Putting your personal politics aside, unions are there to make your life better. So many people put up with shit at work, get paid shit, pretend it doesn't happen, and lead miserable lives. The South is anything but accepting of labor unions and a lot of businesses campaign here are fiercely against them, spread misinformation, and pull illegal tactics that you wouldn't believe.
Shit I started preaching. No one gets on xanga to be preached at. No one gets on xanga period.
Lastly, I found myself a lady back when school started. Her name is Alex and she likes to dance as much as I do, almost.
That's a shitty picture but the only one I have. She actually doesn't have a body, just a head and it's on top of my shoulder there. There are more pictures of me with my arm around her friends than there are of us together. I hope she hasn't realized this.
Don't expect another update for at least a year if ever.
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| EhhhhIIII guess it's time to pull out the old update and let the few xanga friends-in-other-cities know what's been happening since...October 28th apparently.
NOT A LOT.
I think I'm leading a pretty normal life for a college student right now. No job (thank God), some brew drinking on the weekends and quite often between, lots of studying and Sociologyizing, some Spanish speaking, you know, a toke-a-here, a toke-a-there,. And the women down here....mmm. Too many voluptuous curves and tantalizing tooshes to speak of. Lots of fornicating, gluttonous living, and Guitar Hero playing have been going on lately. It's pretty safe to say that little Lucas who started his xanga blog to post pics of "me and my pals" back about 2 years ago has pretty much been turned upside down in college.
I can't stress how happy I am about what I've chosen to study and will hopefully one day make a career out of. The deeper I get into Sociology the more it interests me. I feel privileged to be working in such a young science, where I can actually make an impact on its future direction and make a decent contribution to it before I die. Spanish doesn't come so naturally to me but I'm still working on mastering it and trying to be patient. No puedo esperar hasta que pueda ayudarles y hablar a los españoles en la comunidad y el mundo un día. I still suck and that had 2 or 3 errors in it. Traveling abroad is an excellent possibility next year. Let's just say the Carribean air is mighty crisp in the Winter (we'll see). I'm a little bit disappointed about the number of times that I've gotten to see Tri-Cities people each time I come back home that I used to be around so often . For a lot of those old friends that number has equaled zero. Huge bummer, but I guess having an actual social life here and parting from the ETSU scene go hand in hand.
Oh, and the more that I study and learn and attempt to better myself, the more I come to realize that I don't know shit. Cliche, but that's what's been happening.
Had a little lady for a while; it lasted a little less than 2 months. This wild stallion still has some romping and neighing to do before he settles down.
Christmas break should be nice. There is a lot of catching up and relaxing and eating to do.
Finals tomorrow, smooth closings are overrated. I might as well leave you with a picture taken at a classy Christmas Cocktail party last weekend. Two ladies were trying to look elegant and I was trying to represent my threads.
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| Ghosts and goblins and witches...
Wooooooooo-oooo-oo-oooooo spoooooooky
I mean, it was no Johnson City costume party but there were lots of scantily clad-dressed slutty looking girls, an abundance of brew ha-has, and more communist brotherhood than you could possibly imagine. Check out that left bicep frat tat, it got my Frappa-sigma-cappuccino brother 2 pieces of fine ass last night and a dick right up the butt. Frat boys just have all the fun.
It just burns so bad I can't hardly stand it!
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| Add My Morning Jacket to that concert season list.
Tennessee Theater, November 10.
Mm mm. I'll have some more of that Jim James please.
How about that Florida game? I got so sick of seeing all of the sad Sams and mopey Marthas after it ended. Big fucking deal, it's football. Your team losing by one point is just as good of a reason to get down and have some brews after the game as winning. I didn't let it get to me, and I got to witness a few African-American fellows engage in some word play and throw down outside of a gas station. One of the young men's heads smacked the pavement about 5 feet from where we stood after he slipped. See what good things can come your way when you don't let a loss keep you from roaming the town after a game?
If you ever get a chance to watch a band out of Nashville called Corleone, take it. They played a house party last night and even the frattest of fratties was out on the floor laying down some hippy dance moves. I never thought a group of strung-out looking hippies could groove so damn well.
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| Ahh, the sweet smell of concert season.
Ziggy Marley: November 18 @ The Orange Peel. To encounter the seed of Bob Marley and his music is a privelege most people will never enjoy. Imogen Heap may play two nights before him, but who gives a fuck about them? Ziggy wins. Save the gas moeny for Saturday night.
Old Crow Medicine Show: October 26 @ Tennessee Theatre in Knoxville. Any self-respecting Tennessean should have heard of these boys by now and should also be liquored up nice and good before the show.
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