The Keepalive

I'm making a resolution to myself now, as I do every 6-8 weeks, to update more. This time, I've got a an honest-to-god legitimate excuse. In my Creative Writing class (not as bad, or good, as you think), I'm required to keep a "journal" in a notebook to be turned in like 3 times over the course of the quarter. So here's what happened. I'm writing in this journal now once a day, for a grade, and can't justify typing out everything I wrote down just for the sake of putting it on the internet. I know. Idiocy.

I've noticed a few Xanga-keepers (my brother[s] particularly) have taken to delivering their updates as headed, bulleted lists. It's like they're delivering a Powerpoint presentation about their day, minus the flashy transitions and fluffy charts (sometimes there are charts). I could just as easily have done that in this case, and made my job easier. But I'll maintain the standard format for your sake.

Last Saturday marked one of the more interesting and fun weekends I've had at Rose in a while. My boss's brother-in-law's wife was having a baby-shower, so my boss was throwing the brother-in-law a beer-shower. I was given an invite+1, so I brought along Ted. The five-hours we were there consisted solely of four-alarm chili, beer, shotguns, and single-barrel whiskey. I surprised myself shooting clay-pigeons, I really did. I hit 3 of the first 5 without any sort of warmup. Granted, this kind of luck couldn't last that long, but I didn't was as much clay and powder as I thought I would. Apparently the guys thought Ted and I were such a hoot that we have been invited to the annual "Holler Party" in January for more of the same. How about that?

Thursday was full of surprises. I come back from class to find that one of our fridges has been filled with snow from top to bottom. Everything is still in it. Half a stick of butter pokes out of snow as if crying for my help. It turns out, one of the associates filled the fridge with snow because I shoved snow down his coat earlier that day. The trouble with this excuse is, I hadn't even seen the guy that day. Another brother snowed him, and mistook him for me. He's only a freshmen after all. I ran into the guy later that day. I've never had someone look at me so humbly, as if they were some intimidated by me. That's power.

I finished all nine seasons of Seinfeld the other day. It took about 7 weeks, but I got the job done. I must say, it was one of the smartest shows on TV.

I wish I had some more interesting things to talk about. I'll try to get more in the habit of filling this thing out in parallel with my paper-bound journal. You'll hear from me again. Soon. Hopefully.