Over Christmas break (in fact, I think it was December 26th) I was hanging out with an old friend of mine from high school. We had just gone to a little Christmas/reunion party and thought to ourselves "Why must the night be over so soon? Where could we go to keep talking?" Now, if you knew the town I come from you would realize why late night get-togethers are limited to one's home, assuming one does not live with the parentals. However, we thought of one exception, and found ourselves venturin...

Over Christmas break (in fact, I think it was December 26th) I was hanging out with an old friend of mine from high school. We had just gone to a little Christmas/reunion party and thought to ourselves "Why must the night be over so soon? Where could we go to keep talking?" Now, if you knew the town I come from you would realize why late night get-togethers are limited to one's home, assuming one does not live with the parentals. However, we thought of one exception, and found ourselves venturin...

It's hard to just sit down and write sometimes, ya know? So many things to do! I try to think of something profound to share with the world and all that pops in my head are boring every-day thoughts, regarding not the state of the union but the state of my room. Laundry to do, telemarketers that always seem to hunt me down, the Butterfinger  sitting next to my computer, melting as I type (which is depressing, because it was going to be my supper). Not to sound too melodramatic - I did get t...