Howdy all.  I am not going to be continuing my Xanga site :(

But I have a MySpace account.  Myspace is kinda like Xanga but better in pretty much every way.  You can search my site at Myspace.com.  Look for me through the search tool,  you should be able to find me with my email address Flybynfz@yahoo.com

Ok, so it's been more than a week.  I've been busy lately.  Work and school, and airsoft of course.  Last weekend was one of the biggest airsoft events we've ever had so far and it was AWESOME!  Got a crap load of kills with my trusty M733 Commando, WHEW HOO!  I gave up on trying to repair my broken Beretta, so I went out and got a Glock 26C.  Basically it is a fully automatic pistol with an incredible rate of fire.  You could empty an entire magazine into someone's chest in under 2 seconds.  Let's see, 22 rounds in the magazine divided by 2 seconds...10 rounds per second.  Yeah, ouch for you Mr. Target.  Man, look at me, I've drifted off talking about airsoft...So how was all of your guy's's weekend?  Really?  Wow, how wonderful...anyway, I can't wait till the next airsoft game starts up.  Next month we'll be playing with real military vehicles in a Black Hawk Down scenario.  It is gonna be AWESOME!!!!! 

So you are all prolly wondering what happened to Dude aren't you?  You really wanna know what happened after Gwenni tore his heart out and used it as a throw pillow on her couch of Heartbreak?!    Well....it is 1:39am and I'm tired so I'll get around to it later.  Speaking of later, LATER!

Wassup peeps!  Eric and I are studying up for our motorcycle permits.  Yeah we don't have motorcycles to ride but I think it would be kewl to be able to ride one LEGALLY.  I'm going to make it a point to get out to the range and pop a few caps from ma nine at least once a week.  I'm having that weird recurring dream again where I'm shooting at a bad guy and can't hit him.  I'm good with firearms but as with any activity, I need to practice to keep my mojo up.  I've been having some trouble figuring out where my story about Dude should go.  I'm starting to digress from the point.  I suppose my story really has no point.  It is merely there to demonstrate the effects of love on someone.  Ok, here is the 2nd installment of Dude.

In our last episode of Dude, Dude was about to have a massive psycotic breakdown from the day's ill events.  He was about to go postal before Gwenni, the hot singer from No Doubt (his GF), called him.............

All of the sudden, all of the problems in Dude's world had gone away.  The icy sub zero rage of the whether that had threatened to turn him into the world's largest fishsticks-flavored popsicle had lifted.  His Goodwill sweater now seemed to be too warm to wear.  All the memories Dude had with Gwenni flashed through his head...Long walks on the beach, airsoft, star gazing, making out at the drive-ins, airsoft, and long talks on the phone about trivial stuff.  He couldn't even remember what some of their conversations were about that dragged on into the wee hours of the morning.  As long as he was able to hear her voice at the other end of the line and tell himself "she is my girl," made the small talk more than worth it.  "I want to break up."  Gwenni said.  Dude snapped out of his daze.  He couldn't believe what he heard.  Gwenni spoke again.  "I'm on tour all the time and just can't handle knowing you are so far away.  So I think it is best that we separate."  With that said, Gwenni hung up.  Dude's heart was beating so hard his ears hurt.  The sub zero cold came flooding back and chilled him to his spine.  And to think, all the things he had given her.  The funion ring that he had given her because he couldn't afford to buy her a real ring (hey, there was an airsoft game that weekend ok?!  lay off!), the macaroni and glue picture he made of them, and that ball of his very own belly button lint.  All he had was Gwenni, and now she was gone.

Stay tuned to see what happens in next week's episode of Dude.

Oh man, long time no update.  Well my friends, not much has happened in the past month or so.  We had a badass airsoft game and i got no pictures of it darnit.  But it was fun.  I am signing up for the Army ROTC so when I graduate, I'll be a commissioned officer YAY!  That is pretty much it.  So I got some positive feedback on a comment made awhile ago.  Just a motivational quote.  "If you stay anchored to the past, your ship will never see new horizons."  I have a few more cool quotes that I totally just make up.  Unfortunately they are all earned through personal experience.  Here's another one.  One I will explain in a series of stories, so stay tuned.  Hey!  I got nothing else to write about so the stories will force me to keep updating so there!

 ----"Love, the only thing that could drive you to insanity yet save you from it."  -Ron----

How's that for a catch 22.  I will update with a series of stories to explain the quote (even though it is self explanatory).  Totally made up, yet so true.  Here is the story of, Dude.

Episode 1: DUDE GETS STEWED

---It was a cold, windy day at school and Dude trudged uphill with barefeet in the snow to get to class.  BARE FEET?!  Yes. bare feet.  Dude was poor because he spent all his money on airsoft stuff.  Dude, nearing the top, realized that he forgot his calculator in the car which he needed for a class that he sucked at anyway and went back to his car to get it.  "Dude!!!"  Dude exclaimed as he peered into his locked car at his calculator...sitting next to his car keys.  Dude, realizing how whack his predicament was, refrained from an outburst of foul language as he convinced himself that nothing else could possibly go wrong.  Dude was wrong.  But not as wrong as the books he brought for the wrong class that day.  "Oh, snap!"  Dude exclaimed as he realized he brought his archaeology book to school for the Statistics class he had that day.  A steady vibration near his right loin snapped him out of his building rage.  He reached down and plucked the flip phone from his pants (acutally a potato sack with leg holes cut out because Dude couldn't afford real pants (yeah, spent his money on airsoft stuff)).  The rage dropped away from Ro...from Dude as he realized who it was calling him.  It was his girlfriend, for the purpose of this story, we'll call her Gwen Stefani.  "Gwen baby!"  Ron greeted over the phone as he leaned back against his cardboard driver side door (yes, cardboard because Ro...because Dude couldn't afford a metal one).  All of the sudden, the problems of Dude's world had vanished.  The Goodwill sweater that Dude was wearing to fend off the sub zero temperatures now seemed too warm to wear as his love for Gwenni warmed his burly body.  "Yep," Dude thought "nothing else can possibly go wrong."  But Dude was wrong...Stay tuned to next week's episode...

-What did Gwenni say to Dude?  Will Dude's day get worse?  Will Dude be able to afford real pants?  Why do the stains on Dude's Goodwill sweater smell like a blend of mayonnaise and rotten fishsticks?  We'll find out in...

Episode 2: DUDE, WHAT'S THAT SMELL?!

I'm back!  Ugh, tired as hell from driving so much.  I'm glad Eric came with me to drive the other half of the trip.  Five hours of stop and go traffic can really get on the o'l nerves.  We had a blast down south!  Sam's graduation was awesome and he is glad to be done with basic.  Sam was one of six honormen (top six) of his graduating company.  Congrats Sam.  Here are some pictures of our trip.

Eric and I at a Travelodge our first night in San D.  It took us each at least eight trys to get mid-air jump pictures.  Man those beds were soft.

The first picture is of Sam and Linda (mom) day before graduation.  The next is of Sam, Eric and myself the day before graduation when Sam was allowed to escort us around base.  And the third is of Sam and Sherry the day Sam graduated.  Sam in uniform, rawr, haha jk, or am I, haha, no I am...maybe.

And of course we go shooting the day after Sam graduation.  The first picture is of Sam with a Smith and Wesson .44 Cal revolver.  Was the most powerful handgun in the world until the .50 Cal revolver was created.  The next picture is of me with a .30 Carbine.  It is a WW2 to Korean War era semi-auto rifle.  The last picture (which is kind of dark) is of Sam sighting in a scoped 5.56 Mini-14.

Man, I am almost done with my Christmas shopping.  Ugh.  So little time, so little money, so many people!  I found that as I get older, Christmas becomes a whole lot less fun and a whole lot more frustrating.  Well, I must get my holly-jolly ass to work.  I will see you all later, and if I do not upate before Christmas again, Merry Christmas all!