Free college education in exchange for making sundaes? Yuuuuuuup!

College of the Ozarks, outside Branson, Missouri, is one of the most unusual universities in America: It's free. All students have to do in exchange for a free education is agree to work 15 hours a week. Students don't pay tuition, and they graduate debt-free. In exchange, though, they may have to milk a few cows or drizzle a little hot fudge for people who stop by for a visit.

Path of my own...

To all my all-nighters, late sleepers and those early go-getters..What up!! Your boy, yes me..tony, decided my spend my evening at the homie's pad. Got here 15 mins ago..Already got the infamous Suburban Boy Drink in my Styrofoam cup cause it will quench my thirst throughout the evening. Oh and i didn't I forget them cheezy Dorito's. With all sorts of electronics before us; 2 LCD screens, 3 laptops and all sorts of video games on the coffee table and Lil Wayne's "3 Peat" is blasting on the surround sound..it looks like it's going to be one fucking competitive night.

It's 3 o'clock in the fucking morning and being a huge insomniac, i manage to k

eep up and confabulate

with a few cool pplz late at night on Facebook a.k.a. the biggest addiction since crack. M

y buddy and his room-mate have accompanied me as we lounge and post

like a light posts for a few hours as we get it in on this NHL 10. Also, at the moment i am very motivated and powered to share a subject that has disturbed me for the last week through written words, so i made sure i brought a few ingredients along to help me out along the way since it's what people do when they are stressed, right? at least in my generation that is.

Homie's pad is moderate and ventilating perfect coldness throughout the living room due to this recent tropical, oven-hot, and southern-like weather Minneapolis has had lately.

Okayyy, I'm high and im drunk; which motivates me to talk a lot, so this time, ill express my feelings to the world in writting due to my latest interest in reading and blogging.

After a quick loss in a game of NHL10, i threw my gloves in stoked to see the white boys whoop each others ass. Immediately potato couched and unknowingly positioned myself to get into a Facebook speech-deep-conversation with a close friend that's under going some serious relationship problems. But isn't that what friends are for? As we monologue'd, our chat extended deeply in a matter of minutes. Why? because I'm always there for my friends, and that is something my entourage can vouch me for...I set all aside, lapped my computer, lazy-boyed and got glued to my screen. She kicked off about her on-and-off sorrowful relationship which cuffed my attention and made me question Einstein (my brain) "why assholes always get the good girls. Honestly?"
I myself, Anthony Kawino; once the ladies man, the coolest kid on the block and a conspicuous partier that many mouthed off about...have been a team player. yeah I've had an unstoppable phase of fun with all sorts of girls and you best believe I've played like a good hand of spades, i sometimes even felt like i had a good hand and a few possibles, literally. As a man with an excess amount of self-confidence can admit to having practiced and referenced all keys and positions to a girls heart. Personally I've done it all but for 2 things; being married to one and getting one pregnant. Okay, those are imperative factors in a man's life, but i can happily say that i have lucked out in that department. Not sure if that's a good or bad thing but i am grateful i haven't fallen in that bandwagon an excessive amount of my friends seem to have, at such a young age. I'm try NOT to judge but who doesn't these days? No I don't look at them wrong because of the tidy mistakes they've made..instead, i nourish every moment I've had to spend with them knowing it could have been my last.

I recently lunched with a old girlfriend (youknowyourself) of mine to caught up; she had steak, i had chicken, mojitos for her and cranberry vodkas for myself carried away the conversation very well. Yeah i missed her, she did the same like wise i could tell, she even reminded me how i was the first to navigate her to numerous things her life sexually and physically. As we buzzed and talked about our past and the ups and downs of our long gone relationship, a question of mumbled words slowly rolled out of my tongue questioning.."Why should men trust anything that bleeds for a week and doesn't die". "I don't know" she smirked as she answered staring dead at my eyes. Due to failing to answer my last question, i challenged her again, "Then why do all the hard-headed, mental stimulated guys get all the pretty cherry-blossom-flowers that God gave us as mates?" Once again she couldn't answer.
Okayyyy fuck the bullshit i'll initiate the truth,

for the most part i consider myself as a young genuine individual that wants nothing less than to be extremely successful in this roller-coaster we hail called life. For the illiterate and retarded ones (youknowyourselves), all i said was I think i'm a nice guy. A too damn nice of a guy as a matter of fact. I'm not unattractive nor do i have any major body disorders, just a 140 pound slender working on muscling his body and becoming 2 separate beasts haha. To be real ive i'd had a serious problem lately, a super colossal problem...not sure why but lately i have been less fortunate with keeping possession of the girls i want. Maybe it's because I no longer have the right mindset anymore when i chalk talk to women because of how my last few affair's relinquished, or maybe its because they consider me as a playa, maybe even the dude that kicks back n hangout with all the girls, or maybe i'm just not at blunt as i used to be. But honestly, I've never had the urge to stalk my girl-friends like i have in the past week or so.

It's the same everywhere you go, the girl you always want is always attracted to that insufferable, arrogant and obnoxious asshole that ends up leaving her for another heartless woman. "What do they see in that huge muscular-extra-ego-having faggot that cheats non-stop and breaks your heard every other day?"

Don't get it twisted though, i've had a lot astonishing affairs and bonds with women from all over. As i reminisce back

on "What Women What?", a past blog of mine...unsuccessful still i remain. I mean come on, my last 3 affairs have been quite slender and found myself falling into the "friend zone" so here you go... "OK, I'M FUCKING TIRED OF BEING THE LOVING GUY WHOM ALL GIRLS I WANT PREFER TO AS " i want to find someone just like you.." Hence the last part "Just like you". But it's not ME, why? It's always the very same answer from all the girls i get sprung for, "It would ruin our friendship" they always say; but i steady fail by agreeing with them, which I should be slapped for, twice! So t

o all the mind-blowing slash perplexed girls/women/milf's that i've wanted and would have cherished my life with, just know that you are the shit or else i wouldn't have laid my eyes on you. I am just fed up with your brutality and your constant disclaims to us good men. As we (youknowyourself and i) continued to circulate our belly's with tasty alcoholic beverages (open bar), i questioned myself again..."S

o i turn into the h

ard-headed, mental stimulated and insufferable faggot a.k.a. asshole so i can redeem what i forfeited or do i just keep calm and stay persisted?

"A woman for a man is to make a man move a correct direction in life." i wonder if God has the same plan for me.

As i try to rest my personal-proclaimed hard labored Einstein mind, it will continue to pounder as a result to why these fragile masterpieces that-i-adore called women

have left me with no choice...I'll

conclude with this 10 page long blog, thanks for shouldering your time reading this...any advice would be cool, till then...walking on a path of my own...

Tony