Glen Doth Know

This is what my mom emailed me. Is it just me, or do all girls, even my mom apparently, act the same on the "internet" Haha, she's a pharmacist and wow, she responds to these things seriously and have the same answers as a highschool girl. Intreaguing.

I love you mom.

1. What is your full name? Wendy Lee Wolf Bradford

2. What color pants are you wearing? Jeans and fleece

3. What are you listening to right now? silence

4. What was the last thing you ate? Potatoes, steak, brocolli, Milk and some left over dressing.

5. Do you wish on stars? Absolutely


6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Yellow or green

7. How is the weather right now? 40's, cool damp, rained this morning during church
8. Who did you last talk to on the phone? Another mom about getting a foreign exchange student.

9. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Yep!

10. Favorite drink? water, hot tea/decalf. For pop- Dr Pepper or Root beer.
11. Favorite sport to play: Tennis


12. Hair color? Still the red that God blessed me with with poorly covered silver hairs.

13. Do you wear contacts? yes.
14. Siblings? Younger Brother in Texas and Sister in St Louis.

15. Favorite month? April-Spring bulbs time and August-hot summer beach time and usually a good vacation.

16. Favorite food? lately Good n Plenty candy and Chex mix.

17. What was the last movie you saw? War of the Worlds by Stephen Speilberg- CD owned by the 12 year old neighbor boy.

18. Favorite day of the year? The day we go on vacation.


19. What do you do to vent anger? Yell at Mark or the kids probably. Usually aerobics and Tennis beats me out of it tho.

20. What was your favorite toy as a child? roller skates, bike, totempole game, Nellie Bly game at Grandmas


21. Summer or winter? Summer.


22. Hugs or kisses? Yes

23. Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate, preferably dark


24. Do you want your friends to e-mail you back? Sure!

25. Who is most likely to respond? Hmmmm... not sure

26. Who is least likely to respond? someone who changed email addresses.

27. When was the last time you cried? Probably at church, movies, some sappy email.

29. Who is the friend you have had the longest? My sister and cousin.

30. What did you do last night? Shopping with Glen and Maddie. Laundry, Took Julie and friend to movie. Talked to Glen since he is home for Christmas.


31. What are you afraid of? Heights


32. Plain, buttered or salted popcorn? prefer plain
33. Favorite car? no preference as long as it drives and has heat.


34. Favorite flower? dafodil

35. Number of keys on your key ring? 1- car key


36. Type of job? Consultant Pharmacist

37. Favorite day of the week? Sat or Sun

38. What did you do for your last birthday? dont remember- went out to eat probably

39. How many states have you lived in? 3,IL,IN,TX

3 How many cities have you lived in? 8.

41. What do you collect? nothing really

Have you ever?

There's this song that whenever it plays, it burns my soul and I feel like I can't escape. I am crushed. It's on right now. Bummer. Damnit. Oh well. It was good, wasn't it? I like to make myself believe things that aren't true a majority of the time. That way, I don't have to face life. "Sugar we're goin' down" is what it's called. And I wish it would die, but it's a good song, just burns the soul. I guess the whole morality of goodness was not really as good as it sounded because up till that point, I had never been hurt deeply before. But 20 years from now, when this damn song comes on, burning rage will fill me. This isn't always bad, because last time I was able to do superhuman weight lifting, which was tight. Ryan, remember when I did like a million ablique things on that machine? It was the song's power over me. I submit. I'm a slave. I need to cope with tragedy a lot less and move on to more better a lot more. ;-)

Phew, it's finally over.

A thought is this, I enjoy my family. I enjoy pretty much everything in life. The only scar I have is this song, a bowling incident. Alright, time to recap on the most influential things in my life. In other words, these are the things that if I remember them late at night, i'm screwed cause I start raging with passion and I can't sleep for a few hours.

1. Sugar we're going down swingin -First womanfriend, GAH!
2. Bowling incident, aka bowling as hard as I could down to the railing
3. Crashing my dad's convertable
4. Things with Jacob Carnick, he is gone now.

Noticably, it's the things that are in slow motion and you know you can't avoid after you have started that drive me crazy. It's sort of like those problems on tests that you know the answers and fill in the wrong bubble. Damn, I hate that shit.

There are things that have always been good to me though.
Except for today, Weight lifting has been good for me, I dry heaved a few times today, haha, and then I was fine, talk about weird. Matt Ridenour is always good, same with the Mcgann Man who's going to hawaii, making the girls say aiii ;-), Jim Barrett, all 3 great guys, Ryan Smith, definately. I have met a lot of great people basically. These are only 4 and I am sure that in an hour I will remember more, but as for now, i'm back to autocad

Turkey Day has finally come within sight. As far as I am concerned. Life to me can be a lot like walking on top of a small sphere. You can only see a few steps ahead of you, but you know that they lead to further steps. I can only think a few days in advance. I am ready to hang out with my family and eat and be merry. I hope that I can live up to their usual expectations. In fact, I think that I might go as far as to say that life is all about buildng up and maintaing expectations from various influential people in one's life. The sooner that a person masters that ability, the more 'successful' they will become.

Keep it real. I think I might finally be going to 112 this weekend. I have tried to get there before, but neither did I have the maturity nor the balls. Now, I know that I can handle anything that comes at me out of one of those situations and I might even venture to say that I would be the surprise hot guy that all the girls want to dance with. Boastful I know, but who would not kill to be with an engineer with personal skills like communication and fascination with crazy dancing skills, who can pay the bills, make the kills, do the deeds and please your needs? Exactly. I have always been open to crazy ideas. I finished that 106 matlab paper strip re-assembly tonight. Thank GOD!

How many times does it take to lick a tootsie roll before you get to the center? According to Calc three and volume equations and assuming that your saliva has the average consistincy and acidity of the average human being and you are licking at a decreasing rate due to the diminishing returns theory of economics, the approximate lick ticket is currently ranging at 509.4 licks to get to the center.

alright, so IU was fun, saturday morning i woke up in this girls dorm room, cool. sunday morning woke up in some guys dorm room, didnt ever know him, in fact, unless one of my friends tells him, he wont even know i was there because i slept on his floor, but i thought that i was in my friends room, guess not, other than that, the professional baseball player that i met was pretty tight and so was his gf's house. going to IU was worth my while, saw lots of friends, met many new people, very cool, beth, too bad u weren't there, could have gotten your eagle on..

Bill bradford, i met Sarah from BS, she knows you?

guthry, do you honestly need to act like that? everyone else is cool and you always give off ... interesting vibes, as if u dont care. rock on

danny, jordan, peter, me, and tanner; mr. CPtime, barrett? u made this awesome. we shall freestyle again in the future, tell that guy from room 18 201 that i slept on his floor, i totally missed your room and didnt even know it! i'm rockin! time to watch harry potter. the new one! beatiful beautler and them crazy kali's friends and everyone else that i didnt mention, i'm too lazy and i need a shower! so, peace out homeskillets.

Here I go again, off to IU, but first, a recap of last night!
Bascially, my roomate's ex-girlfriend still doesnt know that the relationship is over. So, she hated me since I was born. I had no chance for her to like me. For her, you have to play her game or she doesn't like you. I basically don't play mind games. I put up with her since my roomate was her boyfriend and I was nice to her even though she insisted on being mean to me. As of last night, I told her what's up and then she shows up at my room and tries to punch my face in? Doesn't she have anything better to do? I guess not. I have to get away from that room. She has probably persuaded her roomate to hate me because apparently her roomate doesn't like me cause I introduced myself to her with a hug. I don't understand when people don't like me. I am a friendly guy? Right? But hey, I can't win them all, even if I am awesome. I am sure all people don't like Michael Jordan, or various other awesome people like me, but whatever. Be like Mike? = Be like Glen! That's right folks. Have fun. I'll catch up, hopefully this weekend is not like the last weekend. Let's just say that I could not seem to stop being violated by girls. It was ridiculous. Some tried to take me home, some wouldn't stop dancing with me. Crazy. Anne, this isn't you, you were cool and so were your friends. Whas crackin'?

wow, I just heard a few tidbits of tiddly bitness. Check it, I'm doing math in Shreve with omar *"Does it mean something that my name isn't capatilized, are you trying to be descrimint....." and wow. I hear some people commenting about MY NAME in reference to (LENKA) yeah. apparently she's been trashing me behind my back, sad, i am going to have to front on this one because i haven't trashed her at all and she's the one who seriously trashed me in the first place by doing waht she did, as far as i was concerned, it was over, but the battle is yet to begin i guess, i'm hearing stuff from her DG friends, from people i dont know, from everyone? what the hell! why can't things just end. It's amazing how little I care but at the same time I dont want to hit on some girl and have her be like "oh, ur glen.." and walk away.!!! cause i'm the one, the only, the shit, the abomination of desicrations (nonsense) THE GLEN BRADFORD! Eat it. Hey omar! (Omar) -there u go

I am going to offer you ladies the greatest opportunity in the world. Here goes nothing.

In my head, I know I don't, but let's make this concrete with an experience. This is where you come in. I need you around for one week in the role of a bad girlfriend to renew my glee in being single that I had once. but it's the idea that counts!

My requirements of you:
-You are attractive. Sorry, but if this is to work out for me, you have to be a pretty girl who is nice to look at but a total bitch otherwise.
-Be very needy. Call me several times a day, checking where I am, who I'm with, etc.
-Have poor or no manners. When we go out, I want you to not use your napkin, tip poorly or not at all, never open doors, that sort of thing.
-It would be nice if you have politically conservative leanings so we can get into fun arguments
-Stare at other boys when we're out together. Bonus points for flirting with them.
-Don't listen when I talk, and interrupt me when you can.
-Insist on driving us everywhere, but proceed to get so drunk that I have to drive your car or call a taxi.
-Wear ugly clothes, or at least clothing inappropriate for every occasion.
-Have wildly inaccurate information and unfounded opinions. It is your mission that you are right about everything.
-Steal something of mine. I will set out one designated thing that you must steal from my house. You will steal this and nothing else.
-Don't be too upset when I end things after a week (and part of this deal is that I am the one to break things off). You know what you're getting into and do not form any untoward bond.

After the week is up we can either be friends and laugh about this, or we can pretend that we've never met and ignore each other if we happen to meet in a public place.

What do you get out of it?

At least 5 nights out (you pay your half, sorry. I am not rich). One stolen item (of my choosing). A good story to tell people later. Satisfaction that you are also single. A chance to vent your spleen. A dissatisfying tryst for both of us.

You'd be a fool to pass up this opportunity!

here we gooooo!!!! here we go, one more time everybody's feeling fine here we goo now, yess yess here we go, glen bradford's got the flow, he's going one more time everyone knows that girls mine here i go now! I spread fun like peanut butter and jelly all over those two nice slices of bread and then I sandwitch them together, note: This takes another person, and we make great fun, as you know, ryan. my name is haffun, so, do u wanna have fun? Matt ridenour, dude.. just want to say that i can't wait to spend time with you again. You and curt and doug and I should have a re-union or something.

i love my family
i love my friends at purdue
i love my friends at home
i love those who hate me
i love finishing projects
i love dancing
i love girls
did i mention i love girls
i love girls that ignore me
i love girls that love talking to me
i love girls that hate me
i love girls.. pretty much undeniably
emily bradford, why haven't i talked to you. you are my couzin! what the shit. i'm callin you asap.
bill, thanks for your help man
not you guthrie, ur a weird one kid

Bevis and butthead: Welcome to the petrified forest. You may wonder, how can wood get so hard, well the wood became hard before two million years ago. -i just heard a gunshot through my window! oh no!

looking forward to: breakfast with dad tomorrow at 9. Dad, I think that I love you more than anyone. You and I have one of the purest relationships. I still feel guilty about the time I made fun of you for studdering or whatever. If I could take anything back in my life, it would be hurting you that one time. I am glad that we both are men and understand the thin fabric that holds life together. As a master of disaster, I am glad that you trained me in the ways of the world before you let me go to college. I will do the same for my future children if I have any. I live life the way I want to. Thanks to you. Your guidance has been with me always. I dont know what I would do without you. XXX!

Ironically, an instrument that has caused me great pain in the past is now causing me great joy. First, I will tell you about my past with staples. I have shot myself in the hand with and industrial staple gun. I also have had staples put into the back of my head as an alternative to stitches when a friend, Rick Hamilton, dropped me on a vent.

Now. The joy of staples. From Office Space, I now fully understand Milton's fetish with his swingline stapler. It truly has become the instrument that brings me one of the greater joys throughout the week. Notice how I said week, not weekend. Alright. So, when I finish a project, or a weekly homework assignment. I staple it. That means it's done. That feeling is awesome. It cannot be replaced. As you can see, stapling to me is the culmination of all my hard work and it releases a feeling of satisfaction. I need to get a kickass stapler now. I think I might even opt for the swingline from office space. I gotta run. Peace out homies.

I can't take some people seriously, here's some memories..

Glen

yeah, just can't do it. But Ryan Smith is fuggin awesome. I think that he can get with any girl anywhere, except me. I have changed a view of mine. I used to say that I never lie. But now, I have found that I lie all the time to some people, sort of like a sound board so that I can get some feedback and see waht they do. I don't really care. I'm sure I do subconsiously, but in reality, I am larger than life.

I ate oreos and bagel bites for dinner tonight. Rock on! Where's the white castle. I feel like I am missing out on life. Who knows. I have no direction but I am getting somewhere. Music make me lose control.

Yes, it has come to my attention many a time, in fact, about once a day, as to where the place to drop the bomb is going to be. At first glance, I thought it would be funny to get down and dirty on every toilet that's at Purdue, but then I crunched some numbers and that would require a lot of effort and walking and I still would not make all the toilets by the time I graduated. Knowing this, I am on the 7th floor at Earhart and on this wing, there are 7 guys floors and 1 girls floor. There is a pooper paper. For this cause, I figure, since the pooper paper is a weekly publication, why not read all of them, 7 papers, once a day, that works out perfectly! I can read all of them while I drop my load off. Then, the question of which to read in what order? I figure Sunday is floor one, Monday is floor two, etc. So, that's where I am at at this important debaucle. Fortunately for me, I still don't know whether the toilet paper should roll off the front or off the back. I guess it doesn't matter just as long as it doesn't end up on my shoe as I'm leaving.

Nagle, hanging out with you was incredible. You are truly an awesome guy. I hope that a few years from now, I can come back and treat a few purdue students the way that you treated me. We won in football! Not that I care, but hurray!

Ryan Smith, I owe you one buddy. Not like that, jeez, u are a horny krunk. Sigma chi party eh? With doug? That's what I thought. Haha, too bad my friend's apartment was a bummer. Haha, I don't know how many sweet people I met last night, there are too many to count. David Amy; you... wow.. might just be one of the coolest people I have met, or the biggest liar. Rock on, whichever. I gotta get some stupid college stuff done now, oh crap.. There's a hot dorm cleaning lady! She's hot! Wow, this is a first. She's pushing chairs in around here. Hot chicks shouldn't have to work. Oh well, she does. and looks good doing it!

Jordan can dance. Lay low kuh!

Purdue HHS seriously amazed me tonight. Talk about top things to do while you are at purdue. I think that I had more fun tonight than I have had in a few years. The fun is going to be exponential. The battle was amazing. There were truly the illest EMCEEs at this amazing battle. I am gonna do some crazy stuff now. I have a party at Sigma Pi lined up. I am in my prom date (Ali Wisthuff)'s room. She is sooooo cool and her arm is broken and I drank my first RED BULL. Rock ON!!! You dont always have to **** her hard, sometimes it's just not the right thing to do. YEs. I have seen everything!