I forgot to tell you something I saw in my last post...I didn't see it in my last post, I forgot to tell you in my last post. Anyway, the last update was on a Friday. The night before I was at Ruby Tuesday...to eat. As I was getting out of my vehicle, I witnessed a guy and a girl getting into a van through the side sliding door. I also noticed they had a lot of stuff piled in the van, but that's beside the point. When the girl got in, she laid down on the floor of the van. Then the guy got in and also disappeared from sight (behind all the stuff piled in the van I told you about). I can only assume, as I did not venture closer, that they were...doing it, right there in the Ruby Tuesday parking lot. Although I don't know how much closer I could have gotten if I wanted to, given that we were parked right next to them. That must have been some meal. A note to anyone who wants to try this: even if you have tinted windows, people can still see you when the dome light is on.

Now for the business part of the broadcast. Exam number three was certainly no breeze, but it wasn't nearly as bad...well, it was nearly as bad, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I don't know how I did on any of the exams, but they didn't knock my grades down much, if any. I got an A and two B's, which isn't bad, given that one B was calculus and the other was supposedly the hardest course in the electrical part of my whole program. So I'm happy with it. Now I need to get my books ordered for the summer and fall semesters. I mean, I've saved up a little money. I can't keep it, that would be crazy!

Do you ever drink orange juice and then burp and it tastes a lot like orange juice, except a little more gross? You know, because of the taste of stomach acid that comes with it? Yeah. That's not a good taste. And usually there's that kinda sticky phlegm stuff that comes up in the back of your throat like that thick, sticky spit from when you drink lemonade. That doesn't make it any better.

Ho...ly...crap. I just saw some fat kid with the strangest looking mullet-type haircut walk by my window. It was one of those mullets where the long hair in the back is only on about the middle 1/3 of the head. I'm pretty sure he was retarded, too. Not just for that haircut, either. He was being led by some woman and was nearly surrounded by other retarded-looking people. I know that sounds terrible, but you can usually tell when someone is retarded. There are tell-tale signs, which I won't get into now, because I'm hungry.

Guess it's time to go get lunch and see what's on the tube.

Oh, my gosh! It's been so long since I posted last! So much has happened and so much of it I'm probably not going to end up telling you!

I just got done taking my second of three final exams...actually it's been almost three hours, but who...other than me is counting?

Exam number one I may have failed miserably. I don't really have a good feeling about it. And what's more, we had to turn in lab write-ups for our power supply projects (mine works of course, since I'm totally awesome) and I totally just wrote a bunch of crap down that kinda looked like I knew what I was supposed to be doing.

Exam number two, however, I think I did well on. I was the fourth to last one done, but everybody was talking about how much they didn't know what they were doing and how the test was full of various excrements and so on, while I knew what I was doing on most of it. The bad part of that class is the report we were supposed to turn in with our digital clock projects (again, mine works...awesome...you get the idea). I really just put some specs of each of the chips in there as filler and was counting on the teacher just glancing over it and not really reading it. She'll be reading it.

So if I fail either class, it'll be solely because of my lack of writing prowess. Man, I hate writing.

I guess I'll post now. Obviously, I still have some work to do on the picture situation. Sorry about the words all being squished to one side. Hopefully I won't do that again. Our last basketball game was something new. I'd have to put it this way. We got our butts handed to us in paper sacks. That's all there was to it. We got spanked and sent to our rooms. I kinda knew we weren't going to win that one. It was the team we practiced against during the one practice we've had.

Do you ever see a spider that looks like it's just floating there in the air, but it's actually hanging by a web line? I just looked to see what my dogs are barking at and there it was, not more than two feet from my face. Just a sec...I'm gonna let it outside...
There ya go, Ace. That's what my great uncle used to say to spiders when he'd free them from some predicament, like not being able to get out of the sink. Come to think of it, I guess he still says it, since he's not dead or anything.

Now I think I might try and find a good movie to watch. Later.

Success! I finally figured out how to post pictures! I didn't really do anything different from what I always tried to do, either. I guess the "post picture" button really wasn't working. I was beginning to think that I was just retarded and was missing something really simple. Anyway, here are the pics from the hockey game I promised. These are from right down at the glass, as you can probably tell. Just look at them. Several awesome pictures of the glorious Red Wings, the best hockey team ever. These are, of course, during warm-up. Once the game started we had to go back to our seats, which were about twenty rows up. Not bad, but not close enough to get good pictures.

Situations at my residence have not been conducive to a good blog. In other words, I've been too busy doin' stuff to check in here. For the past two weeks my gramma has been visiting from Michigan. During the first week our plumbing was in disarray. Apparently, the drain that leads from the house to the sewer broke somewhere out in the yard due to a massive tree root or something of that nature, so the water was just stopping where the pipe met the dirt and root and such, meaning that flushed water had nowhere to go but into the floor. After several attempts to fix the problem ourselves and days of pooping away from home, we realized we were not capable of repairing the damage. So now our back yard is divided by a semi-filled-back-in trench.

The upside to my time away is that our basketball team has now won three total games. If you'll recall, that's two more since the last post.

And now, thoughts of spontaneity.
Have you ever farted in a bathroom with a good echo? Last time I did it sounded almost musical. You really ought to try it. It's fun.

Basketball is teh suck. We've only won one game so far. Holy crap. Suck.

Oh, well. You'll enjoy this story. So I'm sitting at the lunch table with some friends today at school. I don't remember what we were talking about, but that's not important anyway. One friend had six ketchup packets, each individually named, for some reason. A girl at the far end of the table takes one of the packets and is playing with it. --You probably know about where this is going by now.-- The majority of us are fairly deep in conversation at this point about video games or tv or something, when all of a sudden I see the girl at the far end of the table bring her hand down with great force into the ketchup packet she has placed on said table. Before I have time to do more than start to raise my hands in defense, I see small droplets of ketchup hurtling toward my face with astounding speed, closely resembling the stars in that scene of Star Wars when the Millenium Falcon makes the jump to light speed...except red and semi-liquidy. When it's over I slowly open my eyes, realizing what has just taken place, and look around to survey the damage. Apparently I'm the one who has taken the overwhelming majority of the ketchup attack, as the rest of the table is now looking at me between glances at each other and laughing hysterically. As I repeatedly ask for a napkin to begin undoing the damage that has been done, I can smell the strong odor of ketchup eminating from my face, jacket, and shirt. So I wipe off all the ketchup I can find and eventually go about the rest of my day, occasionally stumbling across another little pocket of condiment I've overlooked. When I get home and finally have time to take a good look in the mirror, I can see that some of my hair is a little matted together. As I start to brush through it (knowing that a brush is much more suitable for detangling than a comb), I uncover several globs of dried ketchup hiding in the vicinity of my scalp. My shower tonight will be extra thorough, as I'd rather not have a tomato-based dipping sauce setting up camp in the follicle forest that is my hair.

How was your day?

Guess what? I found the camera. I basically put off posting again until I found it. I didn't want to disappoint you all by not having pictures. Unfortunately, the "add image" button doesn't seem to be working, so I can't post the pictures. I'll get them up eventually.

In other news, the LivingStone site has been completely revamped. It's pretty awesome now. You can go hear samples of songs and see all our beautiful faces in wonderful, high-quality pictures. Just for your information, I'm the only available one in the whole band, so if you're looking for a band guy ladies, I'm the one to talk to. By the way, we didn't win the basketball game I was talking about. We didn't follow any of the patterns I had mapped out, either. We lost by the largest margin yet this season. We did win the next game, though...eventually. Anyway, I have work to do...so I'm gonna go. Until we do this thing that resembles meeting again.

I always seem to report news late, meaning that it isn't news anymore. It's olds. That reminds me. Why do people say "old news"? That would mean presents and everybody likes presents, but nobody likes old news. Anyway, last Friday (meaning the Friday before the one two days ago) I went to a Red Wings [rock] hockey game in Nashville. It was awesome. We got pictures of some of the players during their warm-up from right by the glass. Unfortunately, I can't find my camera at the moment to post them. I'll try and find it by the next post to do that.

I, like many other college students, go back to school Tuesday. I don't want to go. However, I must in order to achieve the ninth level of power or however that goes. It is at this time that I will go and do things until it is sleep time and I sleep until I am not sleeping anymore. Later.

Have you ever just sat and thought about a word and its origins? I guess you wouldn't really have to be sitting. You could stand or lie down...or find some other position to be in. Well I was just doing so, sitting (sitting and lying down being my preferred thinking positions), and I thought to myself "The words 'header' and 'footer' are alot alike and have similar qualities and meanings, but 'butter' is completely unrelated". And then there's Chester, which is even more different. It's a name, for doing something out loud or for someone's sake. Which brings me to another point. Why are two very common phrases "For crying out loud" and "For Pete's sake"? Why would somebody do anything for crying out loud? Why would somebody do anything for crying at all? Why does it have to be out loud? What does it even mean to do something "for crying out loud"? Could it be "for crying 'out loud'", as if to actually yell "OUT LOUD!"? I don't understand. It doesn't make any sense. And then there's the other one. Why would people do things for Pete's sake? Who is Pete and why do I care about doing things for his sake? Is it Peter the desciple? That would make some sense, especially since two other phrases are the same except with "God" or "Christ" in place of Pete. But then why did whoever started these phrases shorten it to Pete? Did they do it in order to say fewer syllables or because they genuinely preferred the name Pete to Peter? And who's to say it's about Pete at all? Who's to say it's Pete and not peat, that swampy, grassy, mud stuff they seem to have an abundance of in Scotland? How do we know we don't do things for peat's sake? Who's to say? Who's to know?

That, for some reason, brings me to this point. I imagine many or most of you have heard the joke "If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?". If you hadn't heard it before just then, I hope you enjoyed it. But my question is just that. What are tests? Obviously the immediate answer is not the correct one, given its entirely different meaning. I guess you could make up words to answer the question like testual, testular, or testitudinal, but that doesn't get you anywhere. What is the correct word to describe tests? The world may never know.

I just had another thought. Where does the word "midget" come from? If midgets are midgets, what are the rest of us? Are we midges and "midget" was originally "midgette", a more petite and dainty version of a midge?

I'll close with this. Which do you think came first, "easy" or "e-z"? In which case, why would someone use "e-z" to describe simple? Could it be because "e-z" would be "a-z" minus "a-d", meaning a smaller number of things and thusly less effort required to do? That makes a little sense if you think about it. I better get to bed. I have to get up early to get my brother to his early bird class, even though I'll still be on break for another couple of weeks and don't really have to get up for any other reason...except eating. I'd get up for that. Goodnight.

Hooray for me! Starting today I'm 19 years old. That's one more than 18. What better way to celebrate than going to bed and not getting up until tomorrow, when I have school to go to for another day? Goodnight.

I finally got my tuition paid off for this semester. Thing is, I also signed up for next semester, meaning that now I have to come up with money to pay for that. I hate being moneyless. Classes are going well, though, so I can't complain too much. I also finished the job at my aunt and uncle's house. They had a couple additional little things for me to do, but they weren't too difficult. I have a new "job" now, though, creating powerpoint presentations for my mom's boss and I'm gonna have to teach him how to use it. I'm not a very good teacher. I'm not gonna like that part.

We had a pretty big tornado scare 'round here. I was sitting in the middle of class, working on some lab when this lady walks into the room and starts talking about moving to the basement. I guess she didn't notice that she was already in the lowest part of the building. There were about forty or fifty refugees from upstairs out in the hallway just standing or sitting there. My class just kept on working on labs or joking about being blown away by tornadoes or looking out the windows at the sky, trying to spot a twister. It was pretty cool. Then on the way home I could hardly see anything for all the rain.

I don't think I have any other news other than I think I've run out of "goodbye" ideas. I may come up with something later, but for now it's back to the basics. Tomorrow's the last day of school before Thanksgiving break. It's just a week, but I'll take it. I can hardly wait. Ttyl...no, I'm not gonna start using internet lingo. I just couldn't bring myself to leave that there. Well...I'm gonna leave it there, just not by itself. Talk to you later.

I got this email a little while back that I wish was real. It said that some guy with my last name had died recently and that he didn't have any known living relatives, so the guy operating the will just found someone with the same last name to inherit his stuff. I don't remember for sure, but I think the amount was $100 million. If only it weren't a scam. That would be awesome. It would pay for all my college, a car, a house, a wife-no. Not a wife. That's just crazy talk. But just think of all the things you could do with that kind of money. No, that's depressing. Let's not think about it.

In another money-related matter, I have to pay for the rest of this semester at college soon, but I think they messed up my bill. They haven't acknowledged quite everything I've paid. So I'll have to talk to the money people and straighten that out and then give them more money. It's sickening how expensive this stuff is, and I'm going to a cheap college!

I also got back with my aunt and uncle about finishing that project. I had completely forgotten about it. There's not much left to do, though. I just have to pour a bunch of gravel into the cracks between the patio blocks and break a few in half to put where they're needed. I'll be glad when it's done. It'll be one less thing on my mind. If my mind were an animal, whatever it was would have a lot of arms. Maybe it would be a big table. It's not an animal, but you can put stuff on it. Позже.

==WARNING!-INCOMING RANT==

Dangit! Dangit!! Dangit!!! You hear all the time about how girls/women want to be taken seriously and don't want to be thought of as sexual objects, yet they continue to dress in a fashion that completely contradicts what they are saying. They say "Don't look at me as just a sex toy" but then they wear very revealing clothing, making it nearly impossible to comply. You can't have it both ways, ladies. At the college I'm attending there are these girls (I'm pretty sure it's the volleyball team) that wear what I guess are called hot pants. They're these skin-tight little short-shorts that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, and when I say nothing I mean nothing except perhaps colors. Shape-wise you see everything. I have to assume the girls know they're being oggled. They'd have to be pretty dense not to anticipate and/or notice that. If I were them I would at least wear something over it. One time I was sitting in the cafeteria and one of these girls was standing there talking to a couple of her friends and she had either just been exercising or was overheated, because she had a noticeable trail of sweat running down the crack of her behind. That was pretty funny. But when nothing is going wrong with the clothing I have to say that it's frustrating as a guy to see this stuff and try to behave in a Christian manner. And I'm not the only guy that feels this way. Not by a long shot.

Okay, enough venting. I guess the photo shoot went pretty well. I did have my picture taken by myself, which was surprising, since I'm just a sound guy. I'm not really that important unless we're doing a show. Have any of you ever known the name of a sound guy even from a famous band? In all probability the answer is no. That's okay, though. I like being behind the scenes. That way if something goes wrong people may blame the sound guy, but if I happen to wander off before they look back toward me, they don't know who exactly to blame. They may just blame the guy closest to the sound board.

Anyway, we should have our second CD for sale at the gig we have scheduled for November 5th. I'm so ready to start shelling out a new album. People are probably gonna be a little disappointed though that the Cartoon Song isn't on it. We didn't write it, though, and aren't ever gonna put it on any CD as far as I know. Although we did get the rights to some songs we didn't write and put them on CDs, that one won't be on one. Sorry.

That's all the news for now. Felipe, if you're reading, this one's for you. Veja-o mais tarde.

So I'm in a band, right? It's called LivingStone. It's on the sidebar on your right. We've been working on our second CD for a while now and musically it's done. Now all that's left is the cover art and we're working on that. In fact, tomorrow we're going to Edwardsville to get pictures taken for said cover art. Me being just a lowly sound guy, I'm not going to have a picture dedicated to me, but I am going to be in some of the pictures. Jealous? I thought so. I don't really mind not having a mug shot in the jacket, to tell you the truth. I mean, I don't want my face getting "out there" where all the beautiful young ladies will see it and come flocking to me. It would be embarrassing and honestly annoying. I'd have to carry mace around so I could get away from them. I'm not saying being world famous wouldn't be cool, but I'd rather not have girls yanking my hair out as souveneres. I don't think I spelled that right, but I'll fix it later. The bad thing about this is that it's gonna be a buzz trip. When I get out of school tomorrow at around 3 and my dad gets home from work whenever, we're getting ready, zipping up there to do our thing, and coming back all in the same day. That's a lot of driving for a few pictures. It isn't gonna be much fun, trust me. Oh, well. That's the price of being a rock star. It's getting late now, so I'm going to bed. I have math to do in the morning before class. Apparently goodbye in Norwegian is the same as here in the US. But later isn't. Senere.

Sorry it's been so long. I've been kinda busy with college. I managed to acquire my dad's soldering iron and finally found a de-soldering tool. It seems kinda cheaply made, but it'll work. I have also secured both scholarships. One's only half of what I thought it was, but it's okay. It's still free money. I think my picture is gonna be in the paper for winning it, too.

And now for some old news. Two Mondays ago I went rafting with my dad. The water level was pretty low, so we couldn't go everywhere we intended to go, but we had lots of fun and lots of sun, too. Anyway, rather than bore you with all the details like I did to those poor people on RvB, I'll just give you the highlights. Among the --hang on. My mom's home on her lunch break and she wants me to go put gas in her car. I'll be back.

Okay, where was I? Right. Among the creatures we saw on the trip were a couple otters, blue herons, fish we believe were rainbow trout, a pantload of dragonflies, turtles, and little green frogs. We couldn't get to Eagle Pond though, because, like I said the water level was pretty low. Us being in a blow-up raft, it would not have been wise to try to maneuver through all the sticks and things that were sticking up out of the water.

I saw Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children three days ago and as I said on RvB wow, oh my gosh, and holy dang. It was visually brilliant. Brilliant, I tell you! I'll not include any spoilers unless requested, in case some of you haven't seen it and want to. I'd highly recommend it, especially if you're a FF7 fan to begin with, or even just a FF fan in general. I know a guy that has never played FF7 and he loved the movie. Granted he's a pretty hard-core gamer, but that really makes no nevermind to me. Anyone who loves games or well-done digital cinema should really be ready to go see this movie when it's released in the US. That's all for now. I think I've run out of foreign goodbyes. I won't be using French, just for your information. I haven't forgotten it, I just don't like the French. Nevermind. I just got on a translation site and put in "Goodbye" for Russian. Here it is. До свидания.

I got another scholarship, apparently. I also got these little cardboard things attached to some jeans I bought, saying I get free music downloads if I register my pants online. I'm gonna check it out when I'm done posting. I went out and got a lot of the things I needed for school, too. I got wire cutters/strippers/crimpers, pliers, a little screwdriver set, and a multimeter (It's an electrical class). I already had the electrical tape I needed. I'd been using it to tape up my socks so my shin guards didn't slip around and my socks didn't fall down while I was still playing soccer. I could have come up with the wire tool, pliers, and screwdrivers between my dad and my grampa, but my mom insisted that I get some of my own. It's like she has something agaist mooching off of people or something. Weird. I will be using my dad's soldering iron if we can find it and it's in good working condition. Now all I need...I think, is a de-soldering tool. I've gone to a few stores, but nobody has one. Maybe Home Depot will have it. I would think they would, since they really exist for tools and lumber and that kind of thing. Maybe I'll apply for a job while I'm there. I have a meeting about the scholarship I got from church Tuesday (Today's Saturday) after my first class. They're gonna be all "Here, take this money" and I'll be like "Oh, thanks. I like money". Anybody else like money? Let me get a "HooHah Tuesday!" from all the people who like money. Did you actually say it? Sweet. The band's playing in Cape again tomorrow. We played last night in Cape at a cafe. I wish I knew how to put the little accent mark above the e in cafe. I knew for a very short period of time, but I forgot. Anyway, tomorrow we're playing at a church down there. I feel like a big-time famous band, going to Cape. That's all I can think of to tell you now, so I'm gonna go register my pants and get free music downloads. Hasta la vista.

I'm officially a college guy now. My first day I had two classes and on my first day I had homework in...two classes. Dangit, that's what I hated about school the most! That was always my downfall. Not doing my homework. That's life, though, I guess. At least I made a new friend. He works at the Federal Pennitentiary. We found out in one of our classes that there's a bunch more stuff we need to buy and he bought some of it at the campus bookstore and let me and a friend of mine know how much it cost. I hate spending money. Another strike against college, cause you have to spend a lot. I think I finally got my English class dropped, though, so that's good for me. I also found out that I got a scholarship through my church! That was some really good news! It'll pay about enough for all the supplies I've had to get, including books.

After my first day of college I went back to my aunt and uncles house. The work is almost done. There are just a few touches to finish up, unless they decide they want me to dig out some more so I can fit in some more blocks. I wouldn't put it past them, but I really hope they're fine with it the way it is.

Here's the cool part of my day. On my way from school to "the job site" I was almost there when I saw something crossing the road. I slowed down when I first saw it, so I was still a ways off. When I got closer I could see it was a little box turtle. It was moving pretty fast for a turtle. When I got almost to it I slammed my breaks. Since I was already slowed down quite a bit, that wasn't really a big deal. The road was wet, though, so I still skidded a little and even squealed. Not me, my car. When the tires squealed I guess it scared the turtle, because it stopped moving and pulled into its shell. So I backed up a little and drove around it, up the driveway, and into a parking spot. Then I ran back to the turtle, grabbed it between cars, and carried it back to the house. I carried it to the back yard and set it down at the edge of the woods back there. It stayed there and I walked away and started working. I went back to check on it and it was gone, so I guess it's alright. I may have saved the life of a turtle! Steve Irwin is my hero. That's enough for now, so Adios.

I thought the band was gonna have practice yesterday and a gig today, but I was mistaken. That's next weekend. It's gonna be a real pain getting all the equipment out of the basement we've been practicing in. Oh, right. If you don't know what band I'm talking about click on the LivingStone link over there on the side. My picture came from that site. It is me, though. I didn't just pic some random guy's picture and post it to make you believe it's me when it actually isn't. That would be lying. And lying is wrong. I could put a more recent picture up there, but that would mean I'd have to go find one and scan it and other stuff, so I will if you want me to, but otherwise I'm just gonna leave this one up for a while. What else do I have to say? ......OH! I found out what kind of bugs have been flying into the window. They're bees. Bumble bees, to be more exact. That explains why the sound was kinda loud. You know, they're big. I found out when one ran into the window, but instead of turning around and flying the other direction it kept trying to fly through the window. It hit it six or seven times before it quit and went away. Needless to say, I got a pretty good look at it. Well, I don't think there's anything else to report, so Arrivederci.

Good news! I haven't been having to help much in the bathroom. Cool. However, my neighbor has once again recruited me to do yard work. I'm basically cleaning out a flower bed. It's overgrown with grass and I'm fixing that. It's not that big a deal, really. It's actually fairly easy work. And what's more, she only wants me to work on it in the mornings and evenings, when it's not so hot out. It could be much worse.

In other news, I finished reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince four or five days ago, which would be no more than a week after I got it, but maybe less. I just haven't posted because I didn't really have anything else to write about. If you've heard that it has a sad ending...you heard right. I won't go into detail unless you ask me to in a comment or otherwise contact me. I don't want to spoil the book for anyone. I can honestly say that I've never been quite this eager for the next installment. Too bad this one just came out not long ago. I have a long wait.

In other other news, I had a pretty terrible night last night. I went to bed a little early, since Futurama wasn't gonna come on. So I'm laying in bed for about an hour and I think I had been asleep for a little while, when I start feeling this pain between my shoulders. It's a muscle spasm that I get every now and then. It really hurts. Well, I tried to stretch it out a little for about ten minutes and it only got worse. Then I got up and took a couple of muscle relaxers. This was at about 11:40 pm. About an hour and a half later I still hadn't gotten to sleep because of the pain so I decided to try and relax it with a hot bath. This was at about 1:15 am. After twenty or thirty minutes in there it felt a little better, so I got out and went to watch tv for a while. At about 2:45 am I took another couple of muscle relaxers (you're supposed to take two of these every three hours while symptoms persist). Then I went and watched a little more tv. When I was finally really tired again I went to bed. Last thing I remember it was 4:00 am. When I woke up the pain was almost gone. It's still here a little, but much, much better than it was. I blame it on swimming yesterday. Thanks a lot, AfroRyan, for making me go swimming with you. I hope you see what you did. Auf Wiedersehen.

Wow, that's the longest I've been yet without posting. I started feeling a little guilty for keeping my life to myself. I mean, I know how much you need it. You are here, after all. Anyway, I was just mowing my grandma's lawn and I must have stepped in something, cause my cat has been sniffing my toes for five minutes. I was wearing sandals, so whatever it was would have gotten all up in there. She (my cat) even started licking one of my toes for a second. It was wierd. Dangit! Whenever I'm sitting here at my computer these bugs keep flying into the window and they must be going pretty fast, because they make a pretty loud noise. You'd think they'd be able to see the glass, now that it's all smeared with their comerads' guts. Stupid bugs.

We're just about done with the bathroom floor. Next we work on the walls. I'm not exactly sure what we're doing with the walls, but painting is part of it. When we're done with everything else we have to bring in the claw-foot tub. That thing is really heavy. I'm not sure my dad and I are gonna get it up the stairs on the deck, much less all the way to the bathroom. We may have to ask some friends to help. If you're reading this AfroRyan, be ready. You and your dad will probably be the first people we ask, just to warn you. It'll be a while, though.

Well, I posted this site on my RvB (Red vs. Blue) account, but I don't think anyone from there has visited. If they have I don't think they particularly cared for it because nobody has said a thing. Oh, well. Different tastes for different...somethings. I don't remember how that goes, except for the first part. Actually, the only part I don't remember is the last word, so I did pretty good. I don't have anything else to say. Hasta luego.