The snow took my car.

I'm not going to work tonight. The weather is pretty much awful, so I e-mail everyone telling there were free hours.

I didn't crash Saturday night at Kathy's like usual because I wanted to avoid the snow. It was clear most of the day, but now it seems like coming home was a good idea. Tomorrow should be fine. I'll go nab my portfolio and then do my hours before heading over to the Critic exam.

I keep running over my toes with this stupid chair...I'll take pictures of my buried car tomorrow and post them so you can learn to fear and hate the winder up here, if you don't already.

Strange smells in the WritingCenter.

You smell that? It smells like the last day of classes. Smells like a lot of snow, to tell the truth. I don't like snow, but last winter was a little creepy. It was January thaw weather the whole way through except for the end where it froze.

Here's why I'm glad I took the Bible as Literature class: I can now argue with my brother on a topic he likes to argue about, and know more than him. Usually he sticks to science and junk where he's got the high ground, but this time I've got him! Ha!

Next Thursday looks to be long. At 1:30, I'm off to B-town to shop and see my brother. I'm not interesting in crashing the night there, but I might change my mind by then.

I need like, seventy tetrabytes....that okay?

You have no idea how nice it was to put the finish touches on the last issue of the Critic for the semester. Ten issues and we didn't crash and/or burn once. Next semester I'll have a fresh crew, some of which are actually into journalism which means I might be able to turn my attentions to stuff that isn't writing articles and assigning stories. Stuff like ads and making something the next editor can build off from instead of this Throw Them to the Wolves setup that's been going for I don't know how many years.

I've got some billing info to sort out, plus the Critic's constitution needs something done to it. They neglected to tell the clubs just what the problem with their constitutions were, so a few of us are a little worried.

Christmas shopping for Kathy next week. Need to check my pictures for middle fingers...whoops.

Lets see...I think I can pretty much relax a little now, even though it doesn't feel like it.

I think I'll House for a new car.

After tonights House meeting, I'll feel much better. The last Critic won't be a big deal. The font page might stink a little though. I didn't get time to do the article I wanted, so whatever I can get on Thursday will have to be what we run.

I think I've got my life figured out. It mainly consists of these things.

1. Complaining about the Critic.

2. Complaining about going to House meetings.

3. Complaining about boring lectures.

4. Gaiaonline.

5. Going home and writing on my lap top.

Which reminds me, I need to head over to maintenance sometime to see about a job over the break. I'd love nothing more than to loaf the entire time, but the bank account says otherwise.

Sarah is graduating tomorrow. Me and Kathy are going to show up after Bible class.

Here's a picture of my brother, Kevin. He goes to UVM, which according to him "Ain't nuthin' to $&*%^ with!"

I disagreed and spit a mouthful of soda in his face. Heh, heh, ha!

Fun with photos.

You know those pictures I've been promising? Well here's three. The one to the left was taken over the summer in the Stonehenge parking lot. Kathy is the one holding the turtle which she promptly captured after seeing it walking by the maintenance shed.

We both worked on the paint crew over the summer, so that pic was taken at about 3 in the afternoon.

The guy on the right in that picture is my old pal Kyle. He hates turtles and other horrible forest creatures.

The picture on the right is me and Tom, AKA Red.

We all went down to Bakuretsucon this year (an anime convention in Colchester) and got tore up.

I'm the one on the left without the flaming red hair. Normally I avoid touching him at all costs, but I was pretty far gone by then.




Bellow is a Role Playing Club meeting from last semester. I ran a Vampire: the Masquerade game. It went pretty good, but I'll never run one again...ever.



I apologize for tha gawdawful layout of this post. I just barely figured out how to put pics up and move them around. This is the result of about half an hour of tinkering. Turns out all I need to do is drag the images. Tomorrow's post should look nicer.

Joey was kidnapped by gnomes...that's the only explanation.

I got all of my prints done today. Like a moron, I forgot about the ones I left to dry over the weekend and ended up making more than I needed to (not good ones either). Now all I have to do is buy some stupid plastic holders and stick them all in a binder...then I'll be done photography forever.

I had myself my usual egg salad/tuna fish sandwich today. Once again it prompted the usual "That's an odd combination," from the guy making it. Nothing mean mind you, but...how should I explain this without sounding like a jerk? Being different, in any way, is often punished in some fashion. Whether it's extra questions or being stoned to death in the village square.

I've got something to do right at this moment, so that's all for today.

Can't stop eating pretzels.

Saturday I did a whole lot of nothing. Kevin wanted to see what the game Bioshock was all about, so I thought I'd play it for an hour or so, but ended up beating the stupid thing after roughly five hours. Something was weird with the way the game was saving and I would've had the thing beaten weeks ago had it not set me back at least twice.

We decorated the Christmas tree too on Friday and made fun of Kevin's candy cane. When we were younger we would make decorations out of paper and whatnot, so Kevin made a straight candy cane with some scribbles for red stripes. It wasn't funny until Kathy started decorating with us a few years ago and though it was hillarious. Now it gets made fun of every year.

Today was more active. We went down to Barre with Kyle, did some shopping, and ate at Friendly's. My parents had been there earlier that day and had apparently eaten awful food.

I'm at work right now, but before leaving the house for my Sunday night shift, Kyle got stuck in the driveway moving out of my way. Thankfully he didn't get as stuck as most people get and was out in about ten minutes. I knew he'd get stuck in that end of the driveway eventually. Everbody does.