Man what a week... Well for the Biology class trip we got to go to St Lukes Hospital and see open heart surgery which was AWESOME. The anestheisologist got squirted with blood it was so cool. Ah well the trip is over thank god. I missed Deidra so much. I got home early Friday and got to see her which was awesome and it felt good just to be arund her. She always seems to pep me up even when I'm havin a bad day. Anyways this post is about my girlfriend, because she is beautiful and awesome even if she doesn't think she is

I love you
Ryan

"Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge: it is those who know little, not those who know much, who so positively assert that this or that problem will never be solved by science." --Charles Darwin

Well... I had a great weekend, Friday me and my girlfriend went to see a play called "Amadeus" which was very well done and fantastic. Then saturday I watched the NFL draft and HOUSTON IS MENTALLY RETARDED, YOU PASSED ON REGGIE BUSH for Mario Williams, don't get me wrong Mario is great, but Reggie Bush, ah well just means the Saints are gonna be great, with Deuce MCcalister and Drew Breeze, oh and Don't forget Mckenzy, ah well It's all about the Cowboys this season tho great trades this time. Now if only the cubs will get their act together, gotta hand it to Matt Murton tho pulling up the slack because derek lee is hurt, But the CUBS WILL WIN THE CENTRAL MARK MY WORDS. Ah well it's all about sports on this post Cubs play tonight btw gonna sweep the pirates.

Later all
Ryan

Maj. T.J. "King" Kong

Survival kit contents check. In them you'll find: one .45 caliber automatic; two boxes of ammunition; four days concentrated emergency raisons; one drug issue containing: antibiotics, morphine, vitamin pills, pep pills, sleeping pills, tranquilizer pills; one miniature combination Russian phrase book and bible; one hundred dollars in rubles; one hundred dollars in gold; nine packs of chewing gum; one issue of prophylactics; three lipsticks; three pair a nylon stockings. Shoot, a fellah could have a pretty good weekend in Vegas with all that stuff.

Wazzzuppppppp Everybody. hope ya'lls week has been goin good. mine has been ok, been workin my ass off and finally get this friday off to spend with my girlfriend which is awesome cause i've missed her like crazy. Anyways this friday were goin to see "Amadeus" a play which is performed by Tyler Junior college so hopefully it will be a great show. it doesn't matter if it is or not It will just be fine because I'm with the one I love.

Anyways take it easy eveyrbody
Love you baby

Ryan

Lead me, follow me, or get out of my way.
- General George Patton Jr

Well.. this past Saturday was Prom, My last big Event before graduation and my entrance into college, ah so close I can taste it. But anyways back to Prom, It was great, my girlfriend looked fantastic and gorgeous. We went and ate at shoguns, and the weirdest thing occured, Chris a buddy of mine and their group were all sitting at the table we were at so it was pretty cool. After dinner we went to starbucks and got a iced coffee which owns btw. And then wandered through books a million for a while and met this guy who was a rocker he was like all into these bands and made me look like a chump on my whole music knowledge. Then we went to Prom and waited for a hour to get in cause of Molitar, Prom was great half the people their were drunk so was a very interesting show, but I guess the best thing about Prom would Be I got to spend it with the person I love and that made it all the worthwhile.

I bid the farwell
Ryan

Here is the Poem that won me first place in the District Poetry Competition. I am now advancing to regionals.

Intro: Ah, Yes. Marriage, what a fantastic Idea...to the bride, but to the groom it's nothing but pressure, pressure due to trying to fit in that circle of trust. But to the groom it isn't about that it's about trying to find that special someone to spend the rest of your life with... "Marriage by Greg Corso"

Should I get married? Should I be Good?
Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustaus hood?
Don't take her to movies but to cemeteries
tell all about werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinets
then desire her and kiss her and all the preliminaries
and she going just so far and I understanding why
not getting angry saying You must feel! It's beautiful to feel!
Instead take her in my arms lean against an old crooked tombstone
and woo her the entire night the constellations in the sky--

When she introduces me to her parents
back straightened, hair finally combed, strangled by a tie,
should I sit knees together on their 3rd degree sofa
and not ask Where's the bathroom?
How else to feel other than I am,
often thinking Flash Gordon soap--
O how terrible it must be for a young man
seated before a family and the family thinking
We never saw him before! He wants our Mary Lou!
After tea and homemade cookies they ask What do you do for a living?
Should I tell them? Would they like me then?
Say All right get married, we're losing a daughter
but we're gaining a son--
And should I then ask Where's the bathroom?

O God, and the wedding! All her family and her friends
and only a handful of mine all scroungy and bearded
just waiting to get at the drinks and food--
And the priest! He looking at me if I masturbated
asking me Do you take this woman for your lawful wedded wife?
And I trembling what to say say Pie Glue!
I kiss the bride all those corny men slapping me on the back
She's all yours, boy! Ha-ha-ha!
And in their eyes you could see some obscene honeymoon going on--

then all that absurd rice and clanky cans and shoes
Niagara Falls! Hordes of us! Husbands! Wives! Flowers! Chocolates!
All streaming into cozy hotels
All going to do the same thing tonight
The indifferent clerk he knowing what was going to happen
The lobby zombies they knowing what
The whistling elevator man he knowing
The winking bellboy knowing
Everybody knowing! I'd be almost inclined not to do anything!
Stay up all night! Stare that hotel clerk in the eye!
Screaming: I deny honeymoon! I deny honeymoon!
running rampant into those almost climatic suites
yelling Radio belly! Cat shovel!
O I'd live in Niagara forever! in a dark cave beneath the Falls
I'd sit there the Mad Honeymooner devising ways to break marriages, a scourge of bigamy a saint of divorce--

But I should get married I should be good
How nice it'd be to come home to her
and sit by the fireplace and she in the kitchen
aproned young and lovely wanting by baby
and so happy about me she burns the roast beef
and comes crying to me and I get up from my big papa chair
saying Christmas teeth! Radiant brains! Apple deaf!
God what a husband I'd make! Yes, I should get married!
So much to do! like sneaking into Mr Jones' house late at night
and cover his golf clubs with 1920 Norwegian books
Like hanging a picture of Rimbaud on the lawnmower
like pasting Tannu Tuva postage stamps all over the picket fence
like when Mrs Kindhead comes to collect for the Community Chest
grab her and tell her There are unfavorable omens in the sky!
And when the mayor comes to get my vote tell him
When are you going to stop people killing whales!
And when the milkman comes leave him a note in the bottle
Penguin dust, bring me penguin dust, I want penguin dust--

Yet if I should get married and it's Connecticut and snow
and she gives birth to a child and I am sleepless, worn,
up for nights, head bowed against a quiet window, the past behind me,
finding myself in the most common of situations a trembling man
knowledged with responsibility not twig-smear not Roman coin soup--
O what would that be like!
Surely I'd give it for a nipple a rubber Tacitus
For a rattle bag of broken Bach records
Tack Della Francesca all over its crib
Sew the Greek alphabet on its bib
And build for its playpen a roofless Parthenon

No, I doubt I'd be that kind of father
not rural not snow no quiet window
but hot smelly New York City
seven flights up, roaches and rats in the walls
a fat Reichian wife screeching over potatoes Get a job!
And five nose running brats in love with Batman
And the neighbors all toothless and dry haired
like those hag masses of the 18th century
all wanting to come in and watch TV
The landlord wants his rent
Grocery store Blue Cross Gas & Electric Knights of Columbus
Impossible to lie back and dream Telephone snow, ghost parking--
No! I should not get married and I should never get married!
But--imagine if I were to marry a beautiful sophisticated woman
tall and pale wearing an elegant black dress and long black gloves
holding a cigarette holder in one hand and highball in the other
and we lived high up a penthouse with a huge window
from which we could see all of New York and even farther on clearer days
No I can't imagine myself married to that pleasant prison dream--

O but what about love? I forget love
not that I am incapable of love
it's just that I see love as odd as wearing shoes--
I never wanted to marry a girl who was like my mother
And Ingrid Bergman was always impossible
And there maybe a girl now but she's already married
And I don't like men and--
but there's got to be somebody!
Because what if I'm 60 years old and not married,
all alone in furnished room with pee stains on my underwear
and everybody else is married! All in the universe married but me!

Ah, yet well I know that were a woman possible as I am possible
then marriage would be possible--
Like SHE in her lonely alien gaud waiting her Egyptian lover
so I wait--bereft of 2,000 years and the bath of life.

Corso Owns