Cawledge sure is stressful.

On a lighter note, I went for my first mountain bike ride in weeks this afternoon. It was a wonderful hour and half of sliding over wet leaves and falling around slick corners going as fast as i could. The woods smelled like wet leaves and deer urine. I rustled a few pheasants and saw numerous deer bounding through the bare woods. Just the right treatment to put the fun back into the bike and temporarily rid my mind of the deadlines that constantly wrack my mind. I am much relieved, though, to have found an off campus place to live for the next three years. We found a 9 bedroom house on the west end of town, just a block from campus. It's killer, and even more killer that we were able to find a house to live in as SOPHMORES. Pop's won't be keen on it.

...and rob some rich folk

halloween...pshh
News for the NIGHT:
Some drunk kid is sitting outside screaming. Surrounded by about 6 or so cop cars and suvs plus an ambulace, all I can hear from the room are screams having something or other to do about his eyes/mouth/nose burning (from mase) whilst he sits on the curb in handcuffs and 7 officers stand around and watch. What a scene. What the fuck. I hope he got what he deserved because it sounds awfuly harsh.
rock on and on, like an addiction , keepin' ya hooked.