Sarah: Good luck and Happy Holidays

Hey you all,

I turned twenty yesterday, and jeez aren't we old? So old only our families remember - actually my parents thought I was turning 21. lol.

I just wanted to wish all of you good luck on finals and Happy Holidays whatever they may be. Make sure you spend time with your family, genetic or otherwise. If I don't see you all - I'm going up to my grandparents - know I'm wishing you the best of the best.

Sincerely,
Sarah

Jasmine: little bit

I have one essay, three tests, and six days standing between me and those I love. So few things to do, so little time, but I hate it. I want today to be the nineteenth and the world be damned for those twelve days in-between.

My body is in pain… still. I can feel muscles all over it squeal when I shift my weight while sitting in this chair. Lower back, trapezius, deltoids, triceps, the brachialis on my right arm. My ass hurts, but not like a bruise, like my one of the gluteus muscles is angry with me, the gracilis, and my gastrocnemius was hurting from even before Saturday. When I breathe I can still feel someone’s arms around my chest crushing the air out of it, and when my face moves in an expression my right eyebrow complains.

Laptag was amazing, just how amazing will depend on how many days I’m in pain. They are directly proportional. The next laptag is on the nineteenth, Doug comes home on the nineteenth, if the weather cooperates Meghan will be home on the eighteenth, I’m done with finals on the seventeenth, so many good things in so few days. I don’t know how I’ll manage to contain my happiness, one of my neighbors might stroke out from the blowback. We’ll see.

Doug: I hate you. Leave me alone.

I never find time to do this anymore. Course, not having a computer will severely limit your myfacetwit/blog/webcomic/porn time. Like, seriously.

Dear whatever God I have recently offended,

Please stop fucking with my shit. You've already taken my computer, my husky card and the peace and quiet in my household. I have an eight page paper due tomorrow, a test Friday, and two more monday and wendsday. I'm too poor to afford rent. I don't have time for people, so, naturally, they're mad at me and to top it all off it's so cold that I am in literal pain when I step outside of my house. This wouldn't matter, if I didn't have two days of outdoor PT left. But I do, and I'm not looking forward to frostbite.

So. Could you give it a rest?

kthnxbai!

-Doug

"Those that claim they want the attention of the gods have never felt the crushing, terrifying weight of that attention."
-Gen "The Thief"

That Guy: Comedy

Maybe it's the fact that we're all standing in the bitter, angry cold. Maybe it's the fact that our bodies tell us we should be in soft warm beds, curled with loved ones, stuffed animals, blankets. Maybe it's the fact that we all know what has to be done, and even though it's not that bad, it sucks.

Whatever the case, there is not a single person here who couldn't be a comedian.
Maybe we're all just looking for something to make it a little easier. No one does this job because it's what they love. It's work, plain and simple. Whether we have bills that have to be taken care of, whether we're putting our kids through college, whether we simply can't get another job, we do what we must.

"What's the most confusing holiday in Espanola?"
"Fathers Day"