TODAY I begin a new way of communicating VIA blogging. I am currently in the process of turning over a new leaf, it happens to be a giant leaf and is taking me quite a while to lug it over. I am, with great hopes, going to write with and agenda; one that will spill over and throughout my writing. I will have a goal and a purpose with each entry that I type. That goal is to make you laugh. If not laugh, then at least chuckle, or even toss in a chortle here and/or there. If you find yourself not laughing, chuckling, or chortling, I at least hope you, during the reading process, considered laughing. I will be happy and will greet responses to my blogs in the comment section with a great big thank you. I will gladly accept criticism, but will rarely use it. Have a great day. I will continue to write as often as I can, and I apologize in advance for a down time involing my blog. Uh huh.

Nathaniel Drew Kimmel

THIS is not going to be a very good blog. I believe that is how I wish to start this arrangement of words that you will be reading. I really have absolutely nothing to type about. I am boring. I am a boring individual. I have nothing new in my life to ramble incessantly about. I suck at life. Enjoy Yourself.



NDK



Don't criticize a doctor prior to your surgery---Ned Kimmel

The life and death of William E. Losey rests beneath. 

From what many said, William E. Losey was a shy child. One not known to speak to new people, or even those who he had known for quite a while, William just didn't speak much in many people's perspectives. Many questioned whether he was a mute or just one not for talking. Some called him a genius and others called him stupid. He lived in his family's attic for twenty years of his life only to come out and stand upon the hill overlooking the town. It wasn't that he did not talk, it was mainly the fact that nobody listened. He spoke from his heart and from his Book. However, with high aspirations of avoiding all confrontation with the outside world, or so many said, he fled to a small village on the top of a Pennsylvanian Mountain. He turned twenty-one and he died. Nobody was quite sure what had happened to William E. Losey, but one thing was for sure, he died with a knife in his heart and a bible in his hand. Not many were affected by his death, but over the years many were saved by the story of his life and his faith.


NDK



If we live lives that affect and reach out to others, death should not be held within our fears---Ned Kimmel

What they did to my hair. 

I was Sitting and waiting to see what they were going to do to me while beads of perspiration raced down my red nervous cheeks. Every muscle tensed inside of my body as my hand gripped the chair that seemed to wrap around me and squeeze me in, never wanting to let me go. A shapely young woman's figure began to round the courner near to my right, and proceed toward me. My eyes were shifting faster than ever to avoid eye-contact as I heard her smooth voice dig deep into my ears, "It will be twenty more minutes, wait here." My clenched hands around the arm-rests of the chair that I sat upon began to release with a sign of relief. I wiped the sweat from my brow and stared forward at the vast array of utensils and products that they often use on their victim's heads. What would they do to mine? Would I leave mangled and hard to look upon? I'd be happy to make it out alive at this point. Will my strength be gone? These thoughts continued for the next wenty minutes as I waited until I heard the ominous voice creap up and state my name, "Ned." I turned my head and my neck felt stiff from staring foward for so long. I stood. I turned. I walked to my awaiting throne. The walk seemed like an eternity, but came to an end when I slowly sat deep into the swiveling chair of cutting. I felt hands graze my beautiful locks of hair. I heard the sound of blades sweeping across one another repeatedly as it neared my scalp. They cut my hair.


NDK


Whenever you find a needle with dirty things on it, leave it where it lies---Ned Kimmel

HENCE the ever-growing threat of my obesity becoming more and more prevalent in my everyday life, I now know from what I must starve myself from. I have racked on a modest eleven and a half pounds over the course of the last three hundred and sixty five days (One full, non-leap year). OBSURDITY!! I am often mistaken with Polar Bears, due to my pale colored skin and my large figure. It is now my goal and desire to only eat Wheat Thins and Liquid Ex-Lax for one full year. I hope for the best, this is the least that I can do. Enjoy Yourself.


NDK


Whenver you feel lost or out of place, remember the day that you left my heart in the Sahara---Ned Kimmel

SEEING that I am the definition of bad luck and my sureal being often warrents tradgedy, I am often messin' things up. I sense a feeling of awkardness in my life. But I press on. Enjoy Yourself.


NDK

Seek Him first---Ned Kimmel

Star of the night, and star of my mind. 

WELCOME back readers, for I have missed you dearly. It is my fault I regret to announce, that I had left you for quite a while. However, I return, and I return with vengence. Things have happened a lot. Yes I repeat myself... Things. Have happened. I almost broke my ankle. I missed a TJS Mining Baseball Match, we are now a stunningly beautiful 6-0. I visited PNC Park for an exciting Baseball match providing exclusive viewing time of the popular Baltimore Orioles and the much less popular Pittsburgh Pirates. The Pirates rallied from a five run defecit in the eighth inning with homeruns from Ward and Wilson. Beautiful. It was a beautiful night, and the stench of winning ran rampant throughout the stadium... or maybe it was the fact that my under gutchies haven't been changed for multiple weeks in a row. Not quites sure.

Sometimes there are nights so fun that you don't remember the last time you had that much fun. Last night was one of those nights... I was with people I love and had a great time spending it wiht them. It was truly a grand time. I enjoyed everything about last night. The drive down. I love driving in Pittsburgh. Weaving in and out of thick, heavy, fast traffic, never knowing if you might get smashed into a median strip or off the side of bridge. The nearing threat of death and blood spilling excites me. As does hot women. "Women" in the plural sense of it all. On top of all of that... The weather was fantastic. Quite warm at times, but it cooled off and turned out to be beautiful. It was a beautiful time... with beautiful people.

I feel things inside me, things that I'm not sure I've felt before. A feeling of unsatisfied contentment. Oxymoron? Possibly. Contradictory? Maybe. But that is how I feel. Ask me not of this subject. Ask me not.

I look out the window and see blue skies and feel the warmth pulsating through the walls of my rectangular enclosure that I so eloquently dubbed my bedroom. I see the sunrays pounding through the glass viewing cover. I leave now. I leave and I enjoy the day. And you of course... Enjoy Yourself.


NDK


If the sun was the equivalent to a heart. Bright and burning full of passion, the sun would have to die and turn to infinate blackness to become my heart---Ned Kimmel

A group of friends. Before severe change hit them. Ha. 

THERE are things that happen in life that allow us to know who we are and who we are going to be. In many of our cases, we started out with our own small friendship groups that stuck together, through "thick and thin." This usually stays like this for a while. Through the years up until high school ceases to exist, and then life seems to elaborate upon itself. We as humans begin to develop our true personalities now. Our friendships often begin to branch off, and we create new ones. Ones that are sometimes more fitting to who we really are. People change for the good and for the bad. I will begin to give a few examples of such incidents in the following writings.

Allow me to introduce you my beautiful reader to a man named Andrew VanHorn. A crazy man. A man that used to be, well a man of the country, a man of the hillside. Residing in the beautiful country hills of western U-S of A. A man known to frollick about the grassy valley's with a worrie not even at close proximity. He was never known to fall away from his friends or away from the group hangout. If you were to give him a jingle on the blower, he would be there in the crack of an Austrian whip. However, a woman stepped into his life. For quite a while, worry and woe frequented his door step. But we stopped buggin' him now. We, meaning his friends. We are now comfortable with the fact that his official name change to Mandrew has taken place and his presence is felt less and less around us. But the change is evident, and the change is true.

Miss Bethany Snyder fell off the face of the earth once college began. Work and academics overwhelmed her, and took place of the genuine hang out time that was well apart of all of our lifes. She studies hard and works hard. This leave little time for other things. However, she is becoming a stand up kind of girl that knows how to seperate work from play. A + Bethany.

These are two prime examples of what is going on these days. It's true and it's real. Whether its a new girlfriend or the increasingly high pressure of the work world weighing down upon your shoulders like a sack full of wet and angry cats, we are brought to one conclusion. Overall, change is for the better. We must press on and greet change with an open hand (ready for shaking) and pat on the back, and quite possibly an "atta boy." Thanks change, for not skipping out on this generation. Keep on keepin' on. Enjoy Yourself.


NDK


Whether you are boy or a girl, flush and always put the seat and lid down after using the toilet---Ned Kimmel