Celebreality Comes to Barnwell? Would the Real Edith Flagg, Please Stand Up

So, I tried to keep my mouth shut. I swear, I really did. Buuut, when you're from small town Barnwell and live on the Southeast Coast, excluding Miami, in a place called South Carolina, you just don't come into contact with very many celebrities. And when you do, just as with the people you've slept, you just gotta keep a tally, right? Right.

So here goes. On Monday morning, I turned on my Blackberry only to be greeted by a slew of e-mails, texts, and post-VMA tweets.

Among the clutter, listed just under, yet another "Kanye Hates White People/ Taylor Swift is Jesus with BRIGHT red lipstick" message, an e-mail to my backtobarnwell@gmail.com came in from - get this: JOSH FLAGG.

For those of you who don't know, Josh Flagg is the uber-cool, badass realtor from the Bravo show MILLION DOLLAR LISTING who kicks "Mushroom Head" Chad's ass with cool points.

See:
Why is he e-mailing me, you ask?

Could he be beckoning me to come out west to take over his social media marketing division of his real estate company and become "Head Tweeter In-Charge?"

Could it be to invite me on the show because I'm such a kool kat like him?


Or, is he about to charge me with the task of setting up a date between Chad and Salon Takeover's Tabatha Coffey???

-------<3

Nope, not at all.

In fact, in his e-mail, he makes a request for me to remove an old post that I wrote about his grandmother of last year. In the post, I referred to Ms. Edith Flagg as an L.A. crime boss, which is in all fairness, what she reminded me of on one of the episodes.

HOWEVER, after a couple of e-mails from Josh explaining to me the type of woman his grandmother is, and after seeing several comments below the post attesting to Ms. Flagg's character and hard work ethics, I believe that I should remove that sentence.



I think it is also important to note who Edith Flagg is, since she is credited with being an innovative, top designer of her time, introducing POLYESTER (HEEEYY) to the United States in her work. Among other things, Ms. Flagg is a Holocaust survivor and has given a lot of her time and money to a lot of different organizations in the name of philanthropy.

I look forward to providing more information about Edith Flagg in the near future with a possible interview with her and maybe Josh. If this is something you'd like to see, don't be shy! Leave a comment!

Back 2 Barnwell is BACK TO SCHOOL!

So, today is my first day back to school, since the little exit I made 825 days ago.  When I left the College of Charleston campus that 2007 Spring Semester, I had NO. IDEA. WHATSOEVER. that I would receive a little letter the following June telling me that the institution loved everything about me, except my ability to sleep through 6 hours worth of classes each day as it proceeded to let me down gently into what is known as academic dismissal.  My optimistic reaction?  Oh, they can't possibly mean that.  I'm sure they got me mixed up with another William Creech.  The GPA computer messes up all the time.  Maybe, mom and dad got to someone at the school, and they're trying to scare me into slowing the drinking down.  Yeah, I know.  I was an EFFED UP MESS.  I have pictures to prove it, but we aren't going to post them on here.

When it did occur to me that this was for real-that the college hadn't gotten me mixed up with any other William Creech, that the GPA computer had not glitched, and that my mom and dad were not powerful enough to have the school send out a false letter of dismissal-I went to work trying to figure out how I could keep it from mom and dad.  After this didn't seem like a viable plan of action, as time grew near for the next semester, I told them.  Of course, with a little sugar coating.  They weren't surprised.  Remember the slow the drinking plot I thought they had been behind?  

It was at that point in my life that I really learned how it felt to let someone down.  There was no yelling.  No restrictions.  No parental consequences dished out, at all.  Just a very saddened mother and father that no amount of talking the talk could cure.  No matter how much I said I was going to do nor could  I do mattered anymore.  All of their faith had been lost in me.  

So, fast-forward 2 years to present, and I'm going back to school, this time on my dime.  Albeit a technical college, it is still a starting point in my book.  I'm going to be taking classes that I can transfer back to College of Charleston in hopes of receiving a B.S. in Computer Science in like, 1000 days or so.  Who knows- until then, maybe I can become Trident's web page poster child like dude here:

The past couple of years have been very enlightening.  In an ideal life, I can use what I've learned about time management, finances, and every-day life and put them to use to obtain this degree... before December 2012.  I'll really be pissed royally if I work my ass off only for the world to end like the Discovery Channel keeps reminding me.  Wish me luck!

Farmers Market Lingo

Watermelon season has begun, which means for the next few weeks, I'll be eating, sleeping, and--yes--blogging at the S.C. Farmer's Market in an effort to make some cheddar for school tuition, rent, etc.  For those of you who don't know--or remember--this is the place that I entered the blogosphere last August, although I didn't speak too much of this subject, since it was near season's end.  

Upon returning, I've noticed that not much has changed; still, the same people, same places, same nasty-ass bathrooms.  With that being said, I feel it necessary to introduce to you a few of these people, places, and trends.  Let's spare the bathrooms.  Visual aides will be added to this quasi "Farmers Market Dictionary and Who's Who" as I become talented enough to request photo ops without outing myself as a true and complete Asshole.  

SC Farmers Market:  Columbia, SC - Farmers Market operated by the state dept. of Agriculture.  Located across from the Williams Brice Stadium (Gamecock football) AND... Bojangles.  

Watermelon Shed:  Large, garage-style building at the very back of the market.  All the shit (fights, arguments, arrests) happens here.  This is where I sell my watermelons--Stall 420, to be exact.

Hole-In-Tha-Wall:  Literally, a HOLE-IN-THE-WALL take-out restaurant.  The food is soulful, but I have NEVER seen a harder-on-the-eyes crew.  Even worse than Bojangles.  It took me several attempts, before I could actually eat food from there.  

Bojangles:  A chicken and biscuit joint that also has "fixin's" at the entrance to the market 400 yards away from stall 420--usually found on corners in less desirable hoods.  I will have to admit, much better than Church's and KFC, but definitely not Zaxby's or Popeye's. 

 Side note:  This is also where I hike to relieve myself.  Only #1, though.  I have a public-bathroom-shitting phobia.  However, there was once when I just couldn't hold it.  Worst.Day.of.My.Life.  TMI.

Well, I think that's the key points within the market that I frequent, with the exception of a gas station outside of the gate that I occasionally get a case of Budlight from, and a Sonic a couple of miles away that I have been known to "run-off" to when I have a "Help I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here Breakdown."  A typical sentence that the redneck sellers have said when referring to a Sonic escape by me:  "That boy's dunn run-off uhgeen down der ta Sonic.  How da hell he think he gone sale anything an he an the wuhturmelins done run-off?"  I know, bad pronunciation key, but you get the idea.

Well, hopefully this has created a mental map of the area that will probably be influencing my posts for a couple of weeks.  It's about lunchtime and I think I hear Sonic calling my name.  

Up Next:  Meet the people from the market.  I'll try to get some photos up in a bit.