I just found the mother load of all websites through a project for school.  The idea of couch surfing has me intrigued.  This site networks people all over the world for a free place to stay.  The theory is you get to visit a new place and you stay with people that live there.  They show you around and you get to experience the true culture and make friends in the process.  

I just caught an e-mail from my AOL account, which I never use (Why, you ask?  Because I have currently have 2614 e-mails and it’s all junk.  Mind you, I just deleted over one thousand of them yesterday) and it said I had a comment on this site.  Of course I knew it would be from Ryan, because I just wrote him telling him to check out my blog, but no one ever reads this, let alone shoots comments.  Lets face it, I’m hardly ever on anymore now that Mason isn’t grading us on it anymore.  I admit, I think about blogging a lot, I just find myself unable to find the time to blog as much as I’d like.   Anyway, I just noticed I had spam comments that WordPress had so kindly filed away into the evil spam folder.  I guess I just never thought about spam getting to me here.  I thought I was in the clear, but I suppose there’s no hiding from the stuff.   Enough screwing around.  Back to work I go! 

I was in my car today and that new Nickelback song came on the radio.  You know the one…Rockstar:  They totally censored out the word “drugs” but the felt compelled to leave the line in about, “we’ll all stay skinny cause we just won’t eat.” So is it the general consensus that drugs are worse that anorexia?

Another crazy quarter has come to an end.  It’s been full of ups and downs, and everything small and tedious that could have gone wrong did.  I feel like I’ve been working so slow this quarter, which makes me feel like I’m slacking off.  All that changed was football on Sundays and a couple of extra hours of sleep on occasion.  But, I’m done.  I’ve learned a lot and I had a couple of amazing teachers.  Earlier in the quarter, I came to the realization that I’m a writer at  a design school that doesn’t support writing.  I feel like my design has come so far, because I’ve spent the majority of my time here on design.  Now, I’m a little afraid to commit to writing because  But all in all, I have one major decision lingering like a black cloud over my head.  It shouldn’t be that hard of a decision, but for some reason, I just can’t seem to make it.