My poor, poor, neglected journal. How I've abused you so! I am guilty of the most heinous of offenses and now must face the most grave of punishments.

Or something like that. :-P

Soon I'll have a writeup about Shana and Matt's wedding, along with some details about what's been going on this summer.

In the meantime, random entertainment in my world:

I have a buddy back at school who is getting a kidney transplant next week. I asked a mutual friend for some crashspace so I could head up and wish him well, and give a general visit to my peeps in Rachacha. My friend whose place I was going to crash at said they'd have to check with their parents. Cool by me.

I don't know what to lament.

Jeff thinks we should do a study in online lamentation. I'll see what I can do.

I have spent five years at college and not gotten a degree yet. SO my fault.
I have so far spent over $120,000 on school. My fault.
I am going to be indebted to my parents until I am 35. Oh Yeah. My Fault.

I finally used my gift certificate on Amazon for LOTR FOTR Super Extendo Platinum Monkeys Edition. I'm really looking forward to watchy watching that. I'm easily amused. I found myself listening to the TTT soundtrack today, and I need to not be doing that alone :-/ It's sorta depressing. At least it's good music, which brings out emotion, and is vibrant and very telling. Goodness.

Home. Safe. Alive.

GPA was a 2.0 for the quarter. Suck. I know, but I can't fix the past. Only the future lies ahead and frankly, it's gotta be better than the past.

Lacking a Monitor and a quality TV connection so my ER recording has gone on hold. For all of you know know of my penchant, donations can be made to me at the NH address. :P

Sitting around waiting for my sister to come home so I can go grab some chow. The Joy.

More substance later.

Well, that does it. I have been insulted beyond all moral and physical capability. Beth called me a dweeb. Everyone pack up and head to the moon. The shit's hit the fan. We're all done here.

I tried to keep this thing updated with reasonable current entries, but I've been so damned busy lately I can't. Now is no exception. I should be studying for Engineering Math, but I'm taking a few minutes out to update the the slashblog.

I think that should be a new website.

www.bomb-riaa.com

LPR 2.0 is ready for the rack. Smells like some _very_ high quality stuff. I'll rack her tomorrow afternoon, after lunch with Shawn. Mmm dead fish from Lake Ontario. Am I scared? Yup. :-P

Exam of Doom last friday was just that, Doom. At least I'm doing well in Electronix and Writing and Lit. I must admit i have issues with my professor. He's too much of a conspiracy theorist and annoyingly prejudiced, seemingly, against whites. It's an odd dynamic. Anyway.

Finally, I've started LPR 2.0. It should be ready around the beginning of May. Coicidence? I think not :-P I spent an hour and a half cleaning the carboy, and then another two hours running around fetching bits. Hopefully people will enjoy this round of fine Homebrewed Alcoholic Doom. :-0

What ever happened to people telling the truth? I've noticed that about too many people I call my friends. They can't stand to tell me the truth. The ones who have are the ones I love, and you know who you are. Even after all the pain, I know the truth, and I know where I stand, and I respect you for telling me.

I can't even tell what I'm spinning towards anymore. I only know what I am not spinning towards. Lies, deceit, trickery, manipulation, games. These things I want not.

What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing.. But that's the fun in life. You never know exactly how things will ever turn out. You can hope, and you can pray, and you can try to make things happen, but in the end it's a draw. You win some, and you lose a whole lot more. Be glad if you get out alive. Because life itself is such a huge gift.

I am scaring myself with the sheer academic ability I possess. My spelling may suck but that's another matter. I just finished four labs in less than 8 hours of total work. It boggles my mind the sheer volume of work I can accomplish once I put my mind to it.

Vacation Plans:

I was getting out of my car after scarfing some dead cow, and some girl walked by, stopped at my door, and as I got out she said "New Hampshire rules, and I _love_ your license plate." and gave me her number. .... WHAT!?!?!?