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Schools:
Walton High School, Attended 1993 - 1997, Class of 1997
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Schools (Other):
UGA, Walton HS
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College/University:
University Of Georgia, Attended 1997 - 2001, Class of 2001, Bachelor's Degree
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Occupation:
Swashbuckler
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Hobbies and Interests:
drums, music, laughing, driving, stars, WAH4, Detroit sports, college football, adrenaline rushes.
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Favorite Books:
crime and punishment, catch 22, little women, the secret garden, invisible monsters, fistful of gitanes, the joy of sex, jonathan livingston seagull, psychotic reactions and carburetor dung, hammer of the gods, pride and prejudice
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Favorite Movies:
top gun, the big lebowski, dead poets society, pillow talk, his girl friday, dogma, 200 cigarettes, spellbound, winged migration, drumline, anything with John Cusack or Linda Fiorentino
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Favorite Music:
troubled hubble, patsy cline, joan jett, led zeppelin, communique, the adicts, roger miller, outkast, neutral milk hotel, clem snide, anything involving dave grohl
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Favorite TV Shows:
planets funniest animals, MXC!, american morning, adult swim, king of the hill, the simpsons, the daily show, all that cheesy vh1 crap, cheers
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Who I Want to Meet:
everyone. especially dave grohl.
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lot to me. I've had lots of friends move away
from Athens but I can honestly say I have
never been more sad to see one of my
bitches go. I know becks is kicking Detroit in
it's rapidly-recovering-urban-renewal-ass
but now I don't go to work everyday and
hang out with one of my best friends in the
world. I mean who else can I go out with for
"just ONE happy hour drink and wake up 12
hours later w/my head in an ashtray"? Who
else can I turn a 5 hour drive to Nashville
into a 8 hour drive AND still have a great
laugh with? Who's around to listen to my
absurdly unrealistic cynical take on
relationships? Watch crappy cheesy movies
with me?
I'm so sad by Becki's departure that I took a
shot of southern comfort and chased it with a
lime... I mean!!! THAT's pretty fucking sad.
They fucking rock!!!!
confirm that cigarette, drink, dance
thing; I was there, I saw it.
311. The other funny thing is that we share
cooties, despite the fact that we've never met.
Not last place, for sure. ;)
seems to be wearing flashy fantastic
pants. The kind that Richard would
looooove to borrow. We met freshman
year. She was a smoker, which made her
a bad-ass. I never streaked the quad
with her. I watched. And ohhh, did I
watch!
professionals in the music industry,
she gets to travel more than I do,
which makes her far more fortunate. I'm
envious. I wish I could fly to Detroit
for the weekend. Maybe if I was
friendly or outgoing? I'll have to ask
Becki what her secret is...I assume
it's the outgoing friendliness...
even if I never see her again, I will
remeber her fabulous laugh. It is the
most genuine and spontaneous sound I
have heard coming from anyone over the
age of eight. We'd all be better off
if we could be a little less self-
conscious. Thanks for reminding me of
that Becki.
is the only other girl I have ever known
that likes Led Zeppelin as much as I do.
I know because she sang along to the
entire Led Zeppelin II record with me
(except for the one slow song) without
even realizing it! That's about as cool
as someone can get in my book. Becki
makes me smile. She's so genuine and
beautiful and cool.
party just isn't as fun without her.
Becki is as tough and humorous as
she atually appears. I know it. They
know it. She knows it. Oh, and she's
definitely going to be the Sheila E on
the drumkit in no time...