Merry Christmas, Happy New Years, Happy EverythingYouCelebrate!!

Tings are crazy, whilst I pack and apartment-hunt.  Also - Iowa is frikkin cold and SNOWY and wonderful, and I had the most awesomest trip spending Christmas there.  I made a snow angel, and a short snowman, and a tall snowman holding a red bull can, and I sledded and even got some presents!  :)  I also caught a snowflake on my tongue, and then opened my mouth really REALLY wide and cought one on my uvula.  Oh yeah - throat snowflakes ftw.  I also bought a really old book called Cyclopedia of Religious Knowledge, that was copyrighted in 1800 (but printed later), and once, I jumped in a pile of snow that looked soft, but was actually very, very compact.  Ouch.  Oh, and I fell on ice twice and have the most hilarious-looking bruises on my knees and calves, ha!

So, that's my update, later gators!
-Tings

It's Turkey Day!

And I get a text message bothering me about the guitar I havn't airbrushed yet.  I don't see how I have the time.  Told him I could still try if he wanted me to...but *goes on to list of things to be done before sleep happens in a month or two...*  I mean it takes several days to find the paints, and then at least a whole day, maybe two of setting up and kicking up all my equipment, finding it in the messy, messy room that is my own, and then breaking it all down again when the sun goes down because I can't run the noisy compressor at night.  Ew.  That's a summer activity, right there, not an almost-moving-out-scraping-cash-together-vying-for-position-at-college activity.  Oh, no.  My fault for accepting it so late.  :(  Sometimes I have a little too much pride, and a little too much confidence in my capabilities.

Life happens!  Keeps surprising me...

Now that my confession is over, let's go back to being grateful dead, I mean being grateful about stuff.  Like turkey.  Grateful, full of grates.  Not full of greats, or full of grapes, but full of dead.

Go eat Turkey now.