I hate the cold

Yeah so i am not keeping up with this thing like i wanted to. Ya know i have it so that it pops up EVERYtime i log on but i always tell myself later, i will write later, and well then i never do. So again i wont be long but heres whats going on. . .

Its dead week at TAMUSA. I only have class on Tuesday and no Thursday classes, and then next week is finals! I kinda sucks cuz ALL 4 of my finals are on tuesday. Oh well its not like i am going to fail any of them. . . Wondering if i should study? oh well i got lotsa time to think about it.

Shannon is coming into town on thursday and staying to next monday. No idea what all the plans are yet, but itsa lways good times!

The weather has been super shitty. I hate the cold, nuff said, and there WILL BE NO SNOW THIS YEAR!

Went to Austin this weekend to help a friend find an apartment. Bounced around complexes all day and hit 6th st at nite. Austin really is nice but i couldnt handle the traffic and the god damn hippies. . . Plus all the UT people, yeah i get it we are in Austin and UT won, but everyone yelling in your face as you walk down the st is really a bit overboard.

So the would be fling never amounted to much; good and bad.

Thanksgiving was great, good food, family and hockey. Jerry and elizabeth won this year but there is controversy. They had a goalie and we didnt and victoria scored on her own goal. . . but i say they won and we will get them the next time!

Not reall much else to say, mom and dad are doin ok and we got dads shop all set up and the garage cleaned out. I got to get over there and get the Christmas tree set up and what not. Maybe tomorrow after class.

oh i got my classes set up for next semester: ecology, theory of evolution, nutrician, class mang in PHys Ed activities, instructional methods and stratagies in 2ndary school. most are nite classes which kinda sux cuz the one i wanna take will mean i cant bowl :( i will have to figure something out. . .

Well thats bout it for now, i am headed back out to do some more xmas shopping. . .