Well, let's see. It has been a long time since I posted in here. So first off  recap time. Classes, going well. Free food every second block, gotta love it. Life, generally upbeat and optomistic. Love life, waiting for the right moment. Now let me discuss upcoming events or basically what I would like to call the Month of Firebirds. This weekend possibly costume shopping with Karen, Alicia and Andrew. Along with a little psat thing, no worries. Next weekend, Duel on the Delaware. Get to hang with the firebirds once more, and have a lot of fun watching freshman squirm as they scout. Week after that. HALLOWEEN DANCE! everyone who reads this and goes to UD your coming, and I do not care if your in band. Andrew and I convinced Ms.Hale to let us bring karen and alicia and our costumes will rock. Anyone who wants to see me, please be prepared. The week after that is a HUGE week. First on Saturday, Ramp Riot, yet another competition but that means MORE firebirds! Who will be throwing me a bday party even though my birthday is on sunday!. Sunday is my birthday, lots of money, presents,etc.... Such a good few weeks.

Btw in case your reading comprehension isn't that good.

I <3 FIREBIRDS!

           Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody

           puts a code on my desk something nobody

           else can break. So I take a shot at

           it and maybe I break it. And I'm real

           happy with myself cause I did my job

           well. But maybe that code was the

           location of some rebel army in North

           Africa or the Middle East. Once they

           have that location they bomb the

           village where the rebels were hiding

           and fifteen hundred people I never had

           a problem with get killed.Now the politicians are sayin "send        

           in the Marines to secure the area"

           cause they don't give a shit. It

           won't be their kid over there gettin

           shot. Just like it wasn't them when

           their number got called cause they

           were pullin a tour in the National

           Guard. It'll be some guy from Southie

           takin shrapnel in the ass. And he

           comes home to find that the plant he

           used to work at got exported to the

           country he just got back from.

           And the guy who put the shrapnel in

           his ass got his old job cause he'll

           work for fifteen cents a day and no

           bathroom breaks.Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over there wasso we could install a government that

           would sell us oil at a good price.

           And of course the oil companies used

           the skirmish to scare up oil prices so

           they could turn a quick buck. A cute

           little ancillary benefit for them but

           it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty

           a gallon. And naturally they're takin

           their sweet time bringin the oil back

           and maybe even took the liberty of

           hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes

           to drink seven and sevens and play

           slalom with the icebergs and it ain't

           too long til he hits one, spills the

           oil, and kills all the sea-life in the

           North Atlantic. So my buddy's out of

           work and he can't afford to drive so

           he's got to walk to the job interviews

           which sucks cause the shrapnel in his

           ass is givin him chronic hemorrhoids.

           And meanwhile he's starvin cause every

           time he tries to get a bite to eat the

           only blue-plate special they're servin

           is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State.

           So what'd I think? I'm holdin out

           for somethin better. I figure I'll

           eliminate the middle man. Why not

           just shoot my buddy, take his job and

           give it to his sworn enemy, hike up

           gas prices, bomb a village, club a

           baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join

           the National Guard? Christ, I could

           be elected President.

So remember vote GRO in '46!

And this is dedicated to Jen,my politically confused asian friend.