Hey kara

I'm coming for you.  Seriously.  If you're not up here the 25th.  I'm going to drive down there, tie you up, stick you in the trunk, and drive you back here for that weekend.  Whether or not I let you out of the trunk I haven't decided yet.

So today I did everything I needed to do.  I think.  Not everything I wanted to do, but I killed all of my homework.  Dead.

The Office is on tonight.  It is also warm cookie night, which for sure I am going to attend.

That one basketball game that no one came to except me, Karl, and two other people...I got to play the national anthem all by myself.  It went off pretty well.   People saying how awesome I am...yeah...I basked in that glory. (It's always nice to do something pretty easy and people pat your back like you just got through Haydn flawlessly).  Walking back to the opposite side of the gym, in step with Mr. Woods, he says "You know I don't disagree with them right Matt?"

Jake and Matt both have to read this book in their "African American Authors" class called Beloved. it sounds pretty gal-darn raunchy.  Not quite at the level of Dear Dead Person though.

There are awesome people in the world.  I am glad to know such a seemingly disproportionate number of them, relative to the size of my network.

I finished Descartes' "Discourse on Method."  There were some thick paragraphs in that let me tell you...(Yeah.  YOU)  But overall I really enjoyed working through it.  I recommend it to everyone.  The build up to "I think therefore I am" was pretty dramatic.  I felt it coming whole sentences in advance.

Jake's Birthday was bueno. 

 Period.

 That's right.  Coffee stains on my notes.  I have arrived.


Currently Listening: High Five (Sammy Nestico?) House of Heroes: "Say No More", Mercyme: "Almost there."