You Fail!

So I'm supposed to be doing my project for class. It's due Monday and the professor said two months ago "If you haven't started it, get going." Not that it's that hard, I just don't care. The only ramification to me is if I wanted to keep going, I'd have an "F". And I'd be a bit disappointed in myself. Then again, with all of the anxiety and obsessive/compulsive thoughts at bay, I kind of don't care. This could be one of those decisions that bites me in the ass later on. I can afford that as I have very few of those. I even took high school seriously when I was there. Then again, that got me into Macalester.

Someday, I have to make it to Tórshavn. Just do.

Speaking of, I am going to make it to Saint Louis early this summer to catch the botanical gardens. Plus Saint Louis is a fun town. Extended weekend, me thinks.


Rifftrax is amazing!

I am taking time off from school this summer, maybe never to return. I'm not that challenged by it and I want to catch up on personal projects. Projects such as reading the stack of books that I've accumulated, making that damn website of articles that I like, family history, etc., and just enjoying the summer. To be honest, I like winter the best, but with rugby I have a much better reason to like Summer more.

I'm tinkering the idea of going to Disneyland this January. When I visited Michael and Shari in January 2000, I really had a blast with them and Adam going through the mostly empty park. And if I can get a good group of friends together, it would be a blast even if we were camping at Chernobyl.

I'm half-thinking of joining the Republican Party to cause trouble from the inside. Why preach to the converted?

Ah, that's all I have to say, but it's more than I've said on here in a while.

P.S. I think I may have broken a rib. Still playing this weekend, though.

P.P.S or P.S.S. Um, I forgot.