Here's your fix!!!!!!
I update once in a blue moon. I swear, I really should update more. But I don't. So get over it.
Honestly, folks, you hold such high expectations.
Let's get you caught up. Its been quite an eventful past few weeks for me. Honestly, it has.
I'm switching over to http://jfelt.wordpress.com. Its almost ready, I just want it to look nicer. I'm going to do some posts about what you read here in this post over there today when I skip Micro, er, IF I skip Micro. Honestly, that class is so retarded boring. Nix that, I'm skipping it next week to drive up to Virginia Tech. So.....sorry folks. I'll make one update before I leave for class.
Jenn came to visit me, twice!
The first time she got in a car accident on her way down. I figured she would've done a ditty about it on facebook by now, but I guess not. I'll summarize what I know for you (and in italics, for a dramatic effect).
It was foggy and rainy as Jennifer Kane made her way into the mountain ridges that overlooked Fancy Gap just before the border entering North Carolina. She had waited until arriving on Highway 77 before calling her lover, Jason, whom she was currently going to visit. They had plans for that evening, dinner with some friends, chicken, rice, garlic mashed potatoes, it was supposed to be a nice relaxing meal amongst couples before continuing with the nights' festivities. It was the weekend preceding Halloween, and she had a few costumes in the back. "Jason's going to love my nurse costume." she thought to herself, but her mind quickly pondered upon the cross that she had just noticed on her right. On her way past it, she noticed it had said, "YOU." The rain and fog and slippery road conditions began to take a whole new meaning to her, and thoughts of pulling off at the next exit to use the bathroom, or maybe just to relax for a while, danced around her brain for awhile, but quickly subsided. Mile 7, 7 miles from North Carolina, the land of blue skies and Radar Detectors, just 7 minutes until the border. The driver of the tractor trailer notices something ahead, his brakes desperately try in vain to slow the behemoth vehicle down, but the tires begin to slide across the wet pavement. Jenn reacts quickly, but her, and the blue Saturn she is following, begin to slide uncontrolably as well. "Oh shit." she thought to herself, "What do I do know?!" She braces for impact. The 94 Honda's nose slips up under the rear bumper of the affordable domestic who likewise has nudged its nose under the side of the tractor trailer. How does one react after such an accident? The magnitude of the situation has yet to grip her completely, but a few sighs of relief for surviving the accident altogether are released as she ponders on the condition of her car. She reaches for the door handle, she wants to investigate the situation, for some unknown reason she pauses. SHe stays there, hand on the handle, her gateway to the outside world, and breaths deeply. Just then, an RV with enough size and speed to wipe Jenn completely off of the Earth slides a few feet from her door and past her car. Her fortuitous pause had saved her life. She knows she needs to call people and get things sorted out, within a few seconds she hears Jason's voice on the phone, "hey babe.....
OK, that was fun.
Well, I went up and got her. Her car is totaled, but they're probably selling it for parts to a family friend. Her parents got her another Accord, but this one is Green and not some semblance of Chapel Hill blue.
That weekend we celebrated Halloween with fun costumes, and yes, we got ridiculously drunk. Which was funny, because I hadn't been drunk since the end of the summer.
Next weekend, Logan drove her to Highway 74, where I met them and picked her up. We went to the basketball game on Saturday night against Guelph. Which we won, 100-71.
It was tons of fun.
Oh, I need to study for my test at 12:30. So, I'm stopping.
Later dudes, I'm going to Arizona.
~Jason
Honestly, folks, you hold such high expectations.
Let's get you caught up. Its been quite an eventful past few weeks for me. Honestly, it has.
I'm switching over to http://jfelt.wordpress.com. Its almost ready, I just want it to look nicer. I'm going to do some posts about what you read here in this post over there today when I skip Micro, er, IF I skip Micro. Honestly, that class is so retarded boring. Nix that, I'm skipping it next week to drive up to Virginia Tech. So.....sorry folks. I'll make one update before I leave for class.
Jenn came to visit me, twice!
The first time she got in a car accident on her way down. I figured she would've done a ditty about it on facebook by now, but I guess not. I'll summarize what I know for you (and in italics, for a dramatic effect).
It was foggy and rainy as Jennifer Kane made her way into the mountain ridges that overlooked Fancy Gap just before the border entering North Carolina. She had waited until arriving on Highway 77 before calling her lover, Jason, whom she was currently going to visit. They had plans for that evening, dinner with some friends, chicken, rice, garlic mashed potatoes, it was supposed to be a nice relaxing meal amongst couples before continuing with the nights' festivities. It was the weekend preceding Halloween, and she had a few costumes in the back. "Jason's going to love my nurse costume." she thought to herself, but her mind quickly pondered upon the cross that she had just noticed on her right. On her way past it, she noticed it had said, "YOU." The rain and fog and slippery road conditions began to take a whole new meaning to her, and thoughts of pulling off at the next exit to use the bathroom, or maybe just to relax for a while, danced around her brain for awhile, but quickly subsided. Mile 7, 7 miles from North Carolina, the land of blue skies and Radar Detectors, just 7 minutes until the border. The driver of the tractor trailer notices something ahead, his brakes desperately try in vain to slow the behemoth vehicle down, but the tires begin to slide across the wet pavement. Jenn reacts quickly, but her, and the blue Saturn she is following, begin to slide uncontrolably as well. "Oh shit." she thought to herself, "What do I do know?!" She braces for impact. The 94 Honda's nose slips up under the rear bumper of the affordable domestic who likewise has nudged its nose under the side of the tractor trailer. How does one react after such an accident? The magnitude of the situation has yet to grip her completely, but a few sighs of relief for surviving the accident altogether are released as she ponders on the condition of her car. She reaches for the door handle, she wants to investigate the situation, for some unknown reason she pauses. SHe stays there, hand on the handle, her gateway to the outside world, and breaths deeply. Just then, an RV with enough size and speed to wipe Jenn completely off of the Earth slides a few feet from her door and past her car. Her fortuitous pause had saved her life. She knows she needs to call people and get things sorted out, within a few seconds she hears Jason's voice on the phone, "hey babe.....
OK, that was fun.
Well, I went up and got her. Her car is totaled, but they're probably selling it for parts to a family friend. Her parents got her another Accord, but this one is Green and not some semblance of Chapel Hill blue.
That weekend we celebrated Halloween with fun costumes, and yes, we got ridiculously drunk. Which was funny, because I hadn't been drunk since the end of the summer.
Next weekend, Logan drove her to Highway 74, where I met them and picked her up. We went to the basketball game on Saturday night against Guelph. Which we won, 100-71.
It was tons of fun.
Oh, I need to study for my test at 12:30. So, I'm stopping.
Later dudes, I'm going to Arizona.
~Jason