Why do you conspire to make it impossible for me to take classes? What is so great about Monday and Wednesday evening that every class is then?
Signed,
Shuffling Classes For the Fifth Time
The one thing I forget: mugs.
Looks like it's tap water from an algene until Friday.
Shaking someone's hand and seeing them wipe it on their pants immediately after.
This Memorial Day Weekend, a dear friend of mine put himself in the line of fire to save my life. My beloved Video iPod, Nuns Slugging It Out, took a bullet in my stead*.
As you can see from the grisly photograph, his wounds are not mortal, but are permanently debilitating. His video and photo functions are rendered half useless now.
I salute you for your years of service, Nuns Slugging It Out.
* Of course this is true! Why would I lie? His service record confirms it. We were in 'Nam together, man! You wouldn't believe the things we went through together! The horror ... the horror!
This is the first Halloween I'm not wearing a costume and not doing something explicitly Halloween related.
I'm also working on a Constitutional Law paper.
Lame.
Update edit: I am, however, hanging out with friends and syncing inappropriate music up to Disney movies. This is a vast improvement over stumbling around in the cold with a radio on my head.
