Day of Days

Well yesterday was kind of a long one. It all started out when my roomates and I went grocery shopping. We got like $200 dollars worth of food. So that was cool you know?, after 5 weeks of scrounging with no food we finally have something else besides mac and cheese and ramen noodles. I would have bought some food for me If I had any, but going to college kinds drains most of my funds away. So then after I get home and get done bringing the groceries in. I go to my room and see if one of my brothers are on. Well it looks like my brother was traing to talk to me, cause he ask if I was there(I wasnt I was grocery shooping, then I replied that I was back and asked what had he wanted? he told me that the paramedics were over at my parents house and so were the sherrifs. The only reason the sherrifs would be at my house I though unless someone had died. So I immediatly thought of the worst. But mike told me that everything was fine now and that the medics got her stablized and that they were going to take her to the hospital in Burnsville. So she stayed there for around 5 hours and passed out once. That was kinda scary. But she pulled through, they think it was a severe case of the flu. She was vomiting and had diareha before all this was happening so she was severely dehydrated as well. She takes these migraine pills that also acts like diet pills, so she hasnt been eating alot lately also. So toda she is having an Atkins meal. Steak with a little bacon wrapped around, red russet potatoes and some greens. She is also only resting today, no work, no nothing. As for homework I have to get 10 sources for my biology of woman class (were doing power point presentations on different women issues, mine is Anorexia Nervosa) So that I dont think will take too much time maybe 2 - 2 1/2 hours. Well later

Easy day

Today was a pretty easy day. I went to my stupid Chemistry lab for 3 hours. The lab was simple but just took way too much time. I went to work after that. I worked with Becca tonight. She's so much fun, we talked for like half an hour before we got to our jobs that we had to get done for the night. Near the end of the night we were talking about different beers we've had before and then she said "Hmm I could go for a beer after work, want to come with me?" I said I would but I only had like 5 dollars to my name so I would have some water. She said she would get me one. We went to Apple Bee's in the mall. They still have the $1 taps. So we talked for a while and thenI went home. She's a really cool person to work with. I really would not hesitate to ask her out, unfortunetly though she has a bofriend. But being her friend is just as cool. Tomorrow after class, I have to pick up this really cool writing desk that my mom bought at the Bombay Company in the Suthdale mall. Then its over to my buddies house for supper with his family and girlfriend. Later

Week Of Tests

Well my buddy Rich is home from the army for 2 weeks. This is so cool, cause the last time I saw him was early june of last year. Tomorrow we are going to go up to brits and then to the local. There I am going to buy him a shot of 18yr jameson Irish whiskey. We should have a really good time. This saturday he is having a party and there is going to be so much booze, its going to be really fun. Then on Sunday We are going to get our tattoo's. This week is really hecktic too. Today in chemistry, I had a lab quiz that took and hour and a half. I realized half way through I was doing it wrong and had to start over. Then we had to do this demo in front of the prof. of showing how to get the best frlame from a bunson burner. I know for a fact I crapped that up. Then tomorrow I have a quiz in in chem and then on friday I have our 1st. exam in the same class. Then on top of that I have a biology quiz and I still have to do 2 lectures and post a note on the discussion board. Thank god that is an online course, but still with working 3 days and spending most of my off time with rich I dont know how I will get all of the studying done and the accomping test and homework. Oh well I guess I will just have to take my time and do things ine at a time. Later

My short story

Ok I said I would put my short story up here as soon as I finished it. A couple of warnings though- This piece of work is not to be reproduced with out the direct consent of the author. It does get a bit gory in parts so, just to say I warned you. Here you guys go:

Eternal Glory

Patrick walked to the line to his dugout in the trench. He was scared of what he just saw. Three men that came up with him to the front yesterday, one was Timothy Fitzgibbons his friend he had made during training, have just gotten there faces caved in, by snipers in no man’s land. He was talking to Fitzgibbons, about why they had just joined up with the 13th London Irish regiment. He was eager to join up and see the Huns get punished for what they did to poor little Belgium. Patrick just wanted to escape the lonely life of living on the street.
            Patrick had just asked him if he had a cigarette, when Timothy looked above the parapet when the bullet entered his eye just below the helmet. It had caused a hole the size of a fist to come out the back of his head. The gore was more then Patrick could have handled. The bully beef he had for lunch was all sprayed out on to his boots and the floor.
            “You stupid fuck!” said Sgt. Green. “You goddamn fresh fish don’t know anything. If you just listened to your mommas about this whole dirty Sunday picnic you wouldn’t be fucking dead!”
            Patrick didn’t know what to say or do so he just stared at his puke on the ground. The other men, who have spent months in the trenches, were picking through Timothy’s gear and personal items. After he had sat down he saw a pack of muddy cigarettes next to his feet. He took one out and lit it with a match from a care package that a minstrel group had sent to the soldiers. The cigarette was a little wet but produced little smoke. The smoke that had exited his lungs was a midnight blue. He didn’t smoke it long; the shelling had started up again.
            The shelling was the worst sound he had heard in his entire life. The sound was like a high pitch then a huge rumble with a loud pop. The shells rained down with reckless abandon. It sounded like the entire German army was aiming just for him. He had heard stories from the other veterans. One was how a squad was in a dugout huddling and waiting for the shelling to be over when a lucky hit, made the entire dugout cave in and explode. He shuddered at that thought actually coming to life.
            That thought didn’t last long. He heard faint train whistles being blown. The other men who been here a while, suddenly grabbed there rifles and got to the parapets.
            “Get on the line Private!” screamed Sgt. Green.
            “Sgt. what’s happening?”  exclaimed Patrick
            “The Boche are paying us a social call” said Sgt. Green rather sarcastically. “What the fuck do you think is happening? jerry is making an assault on our stretch of trench. No do what I said before and get on the parapet, private!”
            Patrick thought that Sgt. Green had it in for him. He didn’t             think of it long because rifles start to crack away. Patrick had never heard the sound of a rifle before joining the army. He had heard pistols going off in pubs before, that is when he had enough money to buy a schooner of ale. The pistols would make a short pop sound, this was different. The rifles made a sharp crack as they exited the rifle.
            He had just gotten on the parapet when the machine gun started chattering away. It spewed lead death down field, eviscerating men charging the line. These were deadly violent weapons. He had heard stories that mad his stomach queasy, stories of men literally getting chewed to pieces by the hot lead.
            He put in a fresh clip. Pushed the bolt forward and paused. He saw the Huns coming straight at him, but he couldn’t come to terms killing another man. He thought what would happen to his soul when he actually did die? He was sure he would spend the rest of eternity in hot fiercely depths of hell.
            He had just heard a bullet whiz by his head to realize that he wasn’t ready to meet his maker just yet. He took aim and said a silent prayer for forgiveness on what he was about to do. The recoil of the rifle was still sore from when he fired it from training. He saw the man tumble down from impact of the bullet. He worked the bolt to put in a new round and fired again at another soldier. He missed that time but kept firing until he was empty. He put in a new clip but only fired 3 more rounds when the Huns were getting to the wire entanglements. Thank god that was out. The Huns were tangled up and it turned out to be like shooting fish in a barrel.
            Although there wasn’t enough time to shoot them all, a second wave had followed their comrades. All of a sudden he heard a shout down the line that the Huns were inside the trench. Fear had crossed through his body like lighting. He thought “What am I going to do?” He saw some of the men grab what ever they could. A lot of them picked up short field spades.
He saw the first Hun jump in and attack a corporal. The corporal had one of those spades in his hand, and when the Hun was about to throw a punch he hefted that spade right into the mans area where the collar bone and the neck meet. He fell like a sack of potatoes. The same thing was happening all along the line. A man dropped what look like a short billy club with spikes on it. It had already been used by the previous owner for it had pieces of brain matter and hair in between the spikes. He didn't have a choice but to pick it up, when the next German fell into his trench. Before the man could realize what hit him, Patrick swung the club at the mans head. The mans helmet flew off instantly with a giant dent into it. The man had fallen over but was in the process of getting up. Patrick didn't want that to happen. With a deep and dark rage that had never pulsed through his blood before took over his body. He yelled like a fury bent on raining death were ever he willed. He swung the club with all his might. It had entered his temple and proceeded to enter the mans head. After the man's left leg quit twitching, reality had came back to him.
He stopped and looked at the man he had just killed. He heard a distant whistle being blown. After the whistle, he heard out loud “The bloody jerries are turning high tail and running back”. Men where cheering and hurrahing all around him. Not Patrick. Patrick couldn't help but stare at the gory mess that he had caused. And for the second time today he had vomited.
After about 35 minutes of cleaning up the dead bodies and repairing the trench a little bit, Lieutenant Straubing came up out of nowhere and had a roll-call. He answered his name with little enthusiasm. He was grateful to be alive, but couldn't help thinking of the men he had shot and above all the man he had butchered with the club. A man whispered next to him “It gets easier boy. You never forget your first time, but believe me, it gets easier”. Patrick wished he could believe what the man said. All he could think was the mans deathly blank stair. It haunted him. It would haunt him until the day he died .
At the end of roll call Lieutenant Straubing said, “Good job men we turned them back. And for the replacements that made it through, welcome to the Somme.”

Pretty Good Weekend

This has been a pretty good weekend. It's Liz's birthday today, and she is up north with her family. So yeah its pretty good. But thats not all. On thursday night I applied to the University of Minnesota Twin Cities, then on friday I sent them my transcripts. So hopefully I will get accepted. Also today my brother is moving to his dorm at St. Thomas. He is really excited to be there. I think he will have a good time, alot of his friends already go there so he's happy. Last night we went out to Buca De Beppo. It was really good food, I havent been there in like over a year. So I also got alot of homework to do and help load up tom's stuff so later.

John Engrav

A whole lot of sweet nothing

Well I haven't updated in a while. Thats probably because nothing has happened worth writing about. I am starting to watch Shawshank Redemption. Its a real good movie but its long. I studied for like 4 hours today. I didn't have anything else to do. So I bored myself with textbooks and facts. well theres nothing else. Later all

John

Can I get a Hell Yeah?

As soon as I got off from work tonight I called my dad to see what was going on. He told me told me that he was going to applebees because one of the people he works with had his last day and was going there to celebrate and wanted to know if I wanted to come with. I didn't know if I wanted to or not because I had to work the next day at 9. Well I went anyways and had a really great time. And the guy that my dad worked with was pretty cool. We of coarse had the specials (half price appatizers and $1 tap beers) and had a really good time there. So on the way back, my dad wanted to have me oopen my mail because one was from Fidelity investments ( I have my 401K plan through them and B&N), after that I checked a letter that I had recieved from Inver Hills. I thought it was a another bill or something but no it wasn't. It was something better. It actually told me that I had made the Dean's list!!! Well I was just f-ing excited and said out loud "Holy shit, I made dean's List". My dad said "Holy shit, your kidding?" then he followed that with "I'm framing this Fucker" and that was his exact words too. Well I am really tired and really buzzed and really excitied at the same time. Like I said before I have to work tomorrow mornin so good night all.

John Engrav

A New Semester

Well a new semester has arrived. I started classes on monday. My first class was chemistry. Boy am I going to hate this class. The book itself cost me $96. and then there are optional books including one that has all the answers and ways to get the answers to the main textbook. Also I had my 3 hour lab for chemistry yesterday. That totally sucks! Although my creative writing class I think I am going to enjoy. I also have my online bioilogy class, and on wednesdays I have my holocust films class. So with 4 of these classes I have ALOT of reading to do. The chemistry teacher said that we have to keep up in the ready and not to start studying on the weekends or you will fail the coarse. Well it's nice that she puts a nice spin on things. We also picked out our lab partners. I ended paired up with a kid who went to milwakee school of engineering last semester.
Liz is probably the biggest bitch I know. A couple of days ago she went on another one of her food purges. So she was all pissed off about something. And then it happened. I didn't put a chip clip on the bag of chips. So she deemed it necessary to put up a little not "reminding" me to put a chip clip on the chips, also to eat up the entire bag if it is low. Well I kind of laughed to myself when I say this. Since all the chips were mine, because I bought them I brought them in my room. So they cant have them anymore. I know this sounds dumb but, I dont really care. I keep my head held high because I know in 10 years I will be making at least 30k a year teaching, and she will still be making 11 dollars an hour working at kwik trip gas station. Well I better start reading some more of my textbooks if I want to stay with the game. Later all

Cheers Mate! 

Anybody want a fucking cat?

I hope everybodies new years was good. Mine was fun, we had alot of beer and we played poker all night. Well yesterday was a day of days. My roomate Liz is a piece of work. She brought two new cats over to the townhome yesterday. So the tally for the zoo over here is 1 dog, 4 cats, 2 rabbits, and 3 humans. It close quarters over here. I am literally tripping over cats. Also yesterday Jon and I, decided that we were going to cook up these pork spare ribs. There in the oven cooking when liz gets home from work and she is pissed off because Jon did not answer his phone on time when she called him. So the ribs were done and I set the table. Aparently her plate was dirty because she got up and huffed and puffed and got a new one. She then complained that her portion was too big, so she cut it into a smaller piece. Now she is the type of perso that can't have anything touch on her plate, she also can't have fat on the ribs either. So she is cutting up her piece and then complains that she will be there all night cutting it up so she is having simething else. I thought that was good because it would be more for me and Jon. But all is not horrible. I found out that she is not going to school this semester or in the summer either; she said that she was going to go get her certificate in childcare in the fall. Well I know that its harder to go back to college once your out for a while. So we'll see if she really will go back. Also I talked to my buddy rich last night. He's lking being 21. He said that his buddy just dropped 3 g's on a flat panel plasma 40 inch tv. He said when we move in to a townhome, he would have to get one of those. I was like "oh yeah that would be good" only I had a huge smile on my face. So thats that. My roomate is a total bitch and my buddy is doing just fine. Im glad that things are staying the same. Well I will let you know what happeneds later at the ranch. Later

Goodbye 2005

Goodbye 2005, Like I said I have had ups and downs within the past year. this is my last post in the old year. I am watching band of brothers right now. Its a good series, I own it on dvd. For new years I have a 6 pack of the following: Bass Ale, Guinness, Newcastle Brown Ale, and Harp. Jon (my roomate) bought a 24 pack of longnecks of miller Light, and some strawberry vodka, and some of that malibu coconut rum. I dont think I am going to have any of the hard stuff. I have to work tomorrow so thats why. We also got pizza's from papa murphys: 1 family size, 1 large, and one cheesy bread. We also have like 3 bags of doritoes and 2 boxes of reguler chips. Were having my brothers over too. I think we will have some fun. Well I will talk to you guys in the new year. Fuck you 2005, and hello 2006. Bwaaaahaaa. Later.

Lets hope 2006 is better than 2005

Well I hope you all had a good christmas. I had a alright one. Christmas eve we went my cousins house in winona. There I got some candy from one of my aunts and three boxes of shells from my dad. Yep, shot gun shells, The only time I use them is when I go deer hunting. I only used like 1 box this year and had 4 left over, so now I have 7 boxes. Well its the thought that counts. I had some bad beer, and some home made hooch. It was alright my aunt's going to e-mail me the recipe. Then on Christmas day my family and I went to my Aunts hoouse on my mom's side. It was fun, I got to talk to my cousin that I only really get to talk to when we have family events. My grandma decided when we were going to open presents. Which wouldnt have been so bad, except on the way she decided to do it. She decided that we were going to do it by families. Well My family didn't get to open presents until like an hour and 45 minutes after presents started to be opened. I really dont care when we open presents, but we had to sit there and watch everybody open theres. I kind of feel guilty opening presents in front of people and having them watch you. My Aunt didn't want my family to bring any of our presents from home, beliving that there wasnt any room. So my family didnt open our presents until like 10:45 p.m. on christmas day. Oh well I dont really care I got pretty much all the stuff I wanted.
This year sure had its ups and downs. It started out kind of crappy, but finished on an alright note. I found out what my other class grade was. I got an A. So my semester GPA is 3.3 and my cumalitive is 2.82. One more semester at Inver and then I am done with tha place, then it s off to the UofM. All I can do is try to do my best and have a positive outlook on what I do and the year should be alright. Alright people I have to go clean my room, talk to you all later.

John Engrav

Hell yeah!

Well after working back to back on the weekend and then having two finals and workig another two days back to back, I am beat. The last two days at work have been killer, nonstop people buying masses of books. Tuesday night we only had two scheduled people (me and another girl), I called another girl in and she worked for 2 hours. From when the day manager left (5:30 p.m.), to when we closed (10:00 p.m.) was a constant flow of people. It did not let up. I didnt even take my last break because it was so busy. But after that Becca and I went to applebees and had drinks. It was $1 taps and 1/2 price appetizers. It was fun, we had a good time. But She has a boyfriend so that ends that avenue of advance. oh well shes still a cool co-worker. I am so glad school is done for a couple of weeks. I actually got a C in my math class. So that means that I have no other grades lower than a C. Now my GPA is 3.18. FUCK YEAH man!!! Probably the best I have done in college yet. So I hope that means I have a pretty good chance getting into the UofM next fall. Woo-Hoo. So me and danny boy are ging out tonight and celebratin'. I am so glad that crappy semesteris over with. Although having one of my cousins in my classes was really fun. She was really homesick, so she is going to go to a community college this spring closer to home. I got her a Inver hills t-shirt kinda just saying it was cool being in the same class. Well I am going to go have lunch and then probably go take a nap. I havent really sleeped since Dec. 11. Later

John Engrav

A long Time coming

Okay everybody I know I am really late on this but here it is. Another poem! It's Titled "Men of '61" It's about the 1st. Minnesota regiment in the Civil War. I hope you guys like it.

Men of '61

The Men arrived at the fort
They came for a different sort
They came to fight for a glorious cause
But in battle they would not pause
These are the men of '61

There would be young men lost
on Fredricksburg's cold winter's frost
They fight to set other men free
They work as if a bee
These are the men of '61

They charged the fields of Gettysburg that day
For they kept the Confederates at bay
They lost 82% of there men
For that they call it a slaugter pen

Their is no glory in war only loss
for in the end you are one with the moss
The men sign up thinking it will be fun
But remember in war there is no pun
These are the men of '61

Bring it on!

I am so glad the week is over. I have had the week from hell with school. I might not pass my math class. I found out that after my test I had 63% in math. I turned in my take home portion of the test and I know I did it right. Before the class started I saw a couple people and asked them what they thought of the take home and what formulas they used. We all had the same answers. So thats good. I now have to bust my ass on studying for the final. The teacher told us what was on the final. It's like 15 questions, with 3 or 4 from the last chapter that we are on now. We can use all the notes we made for all the test we had this semester. So I think if I really get down and study hard I'll do alright.
I'm listening to Garrison Keillor again. He is so funny. He also has a weekly column in the Star Tribune titled "The Old Scout". I think I will post them on my blog here, because 1. They are really funny and 2. There is a message in what he says in his column. Here it is, was last updated December 9th.:

Garrison Keillor The Old Scout: Transcendence awaits on that frozen lake
In Minnesota in winter we can march to a different drummer, one who leads us out onto the ice.

Call me Hrothgar the Savage, but when I look at men's fashions in magazines, the models all sullen and sensitive and obviously spending much too much time on their hair, wearing sweaters made from Persian cat fur woven with feathers of snowy owls, yours for $1,495, I feel a strong urge to put on a parka and insulated pants and walk out onto a frozen lake and cut a hole in the ice and fish.

I felt the urge rather strongly the other morning as I drove along the Mississippi River in Minneapolis, which was frozen over, while listening to a man talk on the radio about a book he'd written in which he explored his feelings about his father, whom he'd never felt close to. I said to him, "Oh, get over it." The ice is a good place for a man to go rather than waste time writing books about not knowing your father.

In other parts of the country, you can climb to the top of a mountain and look around. Here, we walk out on the ice.

You could be living in south Minneapolis, in a neighborhood of comfortable homes with DSL and HBO and nearby shops selling latte and cranberry scones, but if you walk a few blocks to Lake Calhoun and stride out onto the ice, suddenly you are in Tolstoy's "War and Peace," waiting for Natasha and Prince Andrei to come lickety-split through the birch forest in the sleigh. The moment you leave shore, you are gripped by a sense of grandeur.

This is all thanks to your mother, who warned you eleven thousand times to stay off the ice lest you fall through, warnings that now serve to heighten the drama, which is further heightened by the fact that every year a few men, seeking a leadership role for themselves, drive their snowmobiles onto lakes before the ice is thick enough and drown, a Darwinian moment indeed. The water is cold and the laws of physics apply to us all. But a man must do what a man must do. It's in our circuitry. Little boys of sensitive, caring parents take the dolls that they've been given and rip the legs off and use them for pistols. It's just how they're wired.

A man needs grandeur in his life, more than calcium or vitamin E, so we can get loose of tedious regimentation and blather and b.s. and escape from Gravity Week when Americans are reminded not to slip and fall, and we can march to a different drummer, one who leads us out onto the ice.

Think of grandeur as an alternative to therapy. Hercules did. He had gone mad and done terrible things, as we all do from time to time, and he purified himself by performing heroic labors such as killing the nine-headed Hydra and capturing Cerberus, the three-headed dog who guards the gates of Hades, and in this way he regained his health, and so may we, if we are brave.

In therapy, you complain about your dad not being available for you emotionally and you do it until you get tired of it and then you quit. It is whiny by nature. When you seek grandeur, you put your dad behind you and you get away from women and their endless questions (Why are you so quiet? What's wrong? What do you mean, "nothing's wrong"? What are you thinking? Why don't we ever talk? Are you listening to me? Do you think I'm too fat?) and you go off to do heroic deeds, such as write your autobiography, or drive to California, or build a cabin, or walk out on the ice.

I once led a group of winter visitors from California and North Carolina and Texas out onto White Bear Lake north of St. Paul. They had never done such a thing before. They stepped onto the ice gingerly, as if it might disintegrate under them, and walked out a hundred yards from shore, stopped, and looked around. It was a cold bright day and they trembled in the grandeur of the moment. They were speechless. They looked at me with tears in their eyes. Their noses were running. They wanted to tell me what a transforming experience this was for them, but it was indescribable, and anyway they knew I understood. We stayed as long as we needed to and then went back to the car. You don't have to go to Katmandu to experience transcendence. It's right here in Minnesota.

I hope you found out what the message was. Talk to you guys later

John Engrav

Where's my molotov?

I just got done with my math test..... I FUCKING hate this class. First I had trouble with a question that had three sub-parts, so I had to skip ahead.So I continued with the test. Then later he said that we had only 5 minutes left in the class. So I got up and asked him "if we don't finish can we go to the math center and finish up?" he said flat out with no thought "No". So I am scrambling to get every single question done before our time is up and the last one I totally got wrong, but I had to at least try it and maybe get partial credit. The one I skipped I didn't even get to. So for sure I am going to fail the class. I am so sick of it. My math class last semester, if we didnt get done, the teacher would let us finish in the math center. So I am not going to be able to graduate next semester unless I also take my math class over again. What choice do I have? none thats the answer. My dad is going to flip when he hears about this. Oh did I mention it's to late to withdraw? well it is! So my only hope is to do well on the take home portion and the final exam. Im going to go pump some iron. That will get all my hate out for a little while. I feel I want to go punch the wall a couple times. later

John Engrav

Death by Math squad

I have just got done with my math class. I am so F-ing tired of that one. I can't stand it!!! We had a take home math packet due today. Of course, the slacker that I am I waited to the last minute to do it. We were going over questions in class, there was one that I did, and did it right. I got the formula down right and got an answer. It was like 6.4299532e11 or something like that. I thought it had to be some nice huge nuber. And that one is but since it had that "e11" on it I thought it was wrong. So that was f-ing lame. I explained it to him in front of the class and all that he said was "Yeah that was the answer" Well thaaaaannnnnkkkk you Mr. Obvious. Hopefully I'll get partially credit. I talked to another girl in my class about her homework. She said that she has like 80.5% and she totally bombed it. I answered all but 2. So Im aiming for a low c on this thing. We have a test wed. and the take home portion is due on friday. I am seriously thinking I might have to take this class over again. Stupid class. I dont know why I have to know this stuff. Sure mortgage loan plans and amortizations and all that crap. But if you go in to the bank they type it in and all you have to do is sit there and look pretty while the computer spits out the data. A West Point cadet before the civil war once said "Mathmatics is from the lowest depths of hell" So true. So I am going to spend this whole first half of the week making a study guide for our next test, then work on the take home portion. Then I have to make a newsletter for my research class on my career, which is a secondary education teacher. That wont be so bad. I am so burned out. I really dont have any interest in doing anything anymore. I dont have money to get christmas presents yet, I have to pay my roomates for this months rent. And school is one giant sore on my side. But the very good news is my best friend Rich Yaeger is coming home from Iraq in less than 2 weeks. His tour is almost up. He wont be back to Minnesota until Feb., or March. Thats when we go get our Tattoo's and open up a bottle of Irish whiskey I've been saving. Well I only got 2 more weeks to go until christmas break. I'll hang in there, not that I want to, but I will, Later.

Surprise!!!!!

Well that was fun. So after school I came home and took a shower. I did that for two reasons: 1. I had just been working out at school (lifted on like 10 weight machines and ran for 10 minutes straight), so I was sweating really hard. 2. I was getting ready to ask that girl out. So I got all spifed up and my roomate and I left. He actually had to go to a wells fargo back. But I'll explain which one we went to later. I get to the bank were I do my checking and I dont see the cute girl that I want to ask out. So this older women opens a lane, I move up and start asking her a question about something that happened to my checking acount like 10 months ago. It was a real question. I was going to use it to start talking to the cute girl, but since she wasnt there it was all moot. Anyways after I get my answer about my checking account I asked the lady if Wendy had a boyfriend at all. She asked me if it was the same one that worked at the bank, so of course I said yes. Then she had a awkward smile and said that she was married!!! ..... all i could say was "oh thats nice" and made my way out of their like a bat out of hell. So that kinda sucked. Then I told my roomate about the other one that worked at the wells fargo one in burnville. So we went there and with my luck she wasnt working that day. So I was 0/2. We decidedto go to steve and barrys, were I bought a black zipup sweat shirt and a UofM t-shirt. When I told my family about this last night, we were all cracking up pretty hard. Well I have to go get ready for work. And go do some math homework too. Woo-Hoo my day starting off great.

John Engrav

Myspace.com

I signed up for myspace.com My brother is really busy on this thing all the time, so I thought I would get in on the action too. www.myspace.com/nukethewhales13 is the address. Mike's girlfriend put the backround on there. It wasnt my chose, but meh I dont care. Im happy my brother has a girlfriend. I geuss there at the making out stage. Wow I didnt get that far until after high school. Speaking of women, there are two girls I have my eye on. One works at the bank were I drop my works deposit off in the morning. I was flirting with her when I drop it off last saturday. It turns out that her sister works at a kwik trip that my roommates dad used to run. Small world huh? Next time I see her there I think I might ask her out. The other one is at the bank in town where I have my checking account. She's a reall looker too. I mean what's the worst thats going to happen when I ask them out? The most there going to say is either no or they have a boyfriend. What do I have to loose? nothing. I think I am going to ask the one in town out tomorrow. So wish me luck faithful I'll let you know whats happens later.

John Engrav

We've pushed 'em back

Well it wasnt so bad. It was busy 'till around 3 p.m. After that it slowed down, same thing for the next day only it died down after 3. School is going alright, kinda busy wit working retail during the holidays. I took some funny pictures for my brothers my space page here I'll post them for y'all. I went shopping before I went to work last friday. I bought 4 cd's(Jimi Hendrix, Black Sabbath, Green Day, and Go Betty Go) then my brother used his discount at BestBuy and got me a really nice laptop backpack. Well I got work tomorrow and Ill post soon. Cya later.

John Engrav