Igloo

What a cool word.

The entire point of this update is to inform YOU (in case for some reason you weren't as readily and sadly aware of it as myself) that there are exactly 19 days of classes left. After that, we're home free.

Or at least free to work all damn summer.

Just thought I'd let you know, because while living here beats the shit out of living in Tampa, not going to classes beats the shit out of going to them.

Happy schooling.

This is an update.

And this is a pile of rocks.

I am watching One Tree Hill, feeling utterly useless. But you know what? We're only five weeks away from summer (or at least the beginning of exams), two days away from Relay for Life, and I have a Sex and the City buddy for the evening.

So I guess this isn't really an update so much as just a picture of some rocks.

Oh, Elton John.

I love life so much right now and also my roomie.

So here are some waves. Enjoy, because it's Spring butt-crushing Break and we only have four days of non-obligation left.

Peanut Arms and Ginger Kids

I have returned less one toenail and a fraction of my dignity (see: Weekend at Bernie's). What a terrific weekend.

Lomax.

So basically, yeah.

"At least you've got your surname."

Mile = 5K?

Stretch 738 words to a minimum of 1,000?

Why, yes; I think I will.