Vwampage

Today I observe the end of something. The end of three-and-a-half years of looks in the hallway and words uttered. Three-and-a-half years of compliments paid and laughter garnered. Three-and-a-half years of keeping things dry. Three-and-a-half years of carrying and lugging. The end of my duct tape backpack. On a whim one day I tried out my sister's backpack, and discovered that I really liked the features that it had, a waist strap, on-the-fly adjustability, many pockets, getting fatter backwards instead of sideways, and feeling comfy. Of course, it got my brain going. How could I pull something like that off with a duct tape design. An

I just did... (counts) Amanda, Vuk, Nadia, Nick, Jessa, and Matan's PTIPs. Yeah. Submitted six PTIPs today. Amanda's just needed to be finished, and then I just got a groove. I mean, WOW. This is sort of... Unprecedented insanity. I don't know how I'm even conscious at this point. PTIPs are probably the most emotionally draining assignments on the face of the earth. It's condensing somebody's council into giving them advice. Distilling facts into an intangible thing that we call a person. Now, usually I can do one, maybe two a day. I've done three once before, but that left me fried. and I just did SIX of the bastards. And did a pretty

We threw snowballs at the train last night. It was totally sweet. I kept my gloves off to press the shutter button. When I saw the train coming, I waited as it lit up the trees with the spotlight at its head and then curved down the tracks towards us. Once it hit the straightaway I tensed up., waited just a couple of seconds, trying to mentally gauge when I should press it for the picture that I wanted, with that, I pressed the button and started scrambling to get my gloves on. Laura had made me a couple of snowballs. I got the gloves on (after putting one on backwards) after the train began to pass us. As it came upon us, snow whipped u