craziest of times
So...
Pad-Heaters ordered for the van! The gruff Canadienne accent on the other end of the line was a certain sort of salvation... we shall now be able to run our biodiesel baby with no fears of fuel-gelling. Bravo! We also ordered a scale, found graduated cylinders and phenolpthalein... so mixing up the magic batches should be good soon as well. All of it's falling into place.
School is almost over, and it's nearly certain I'm not failing (< B) anything. I can't wait to take a semester off and begin looking for another school in a place far, far away. Maybe not so, actually. When we were in PA, I really thought it was beautiful. Also, the carolinas are nice. However, the West just tugs at my heart strings. NM was the first place I felt free and lovely, and I really have an itch for returning there. The University there also has cheap family-housing apartments. <3 Sandia Mountains. Sigh.
We're moving out of my mom's house, finally! Justin from SAFEco, whom I had an interesting camping trip with this summer, has invited us to live out the rest of his lease with him at Valley View, which is a value priced (read: ghetto!) apartment complex in latham. I can't wait. Then I won't have to feel violently angry at my family anymore, something I won't miss. Having a pro-cannabis room mate will be fun, and having no TV will be a reprieve from mental entrapment. The damn thing is never, ever off at my mom's house so long as there are carbon life forms inside. Which is always.
Being in touch with my wifey is great, and her Russian lad makes me so happy for her, because he's what she needs. No more crack-boys for my me-shell... instead she shall have a quirky, caring, clever and polite chap with a nice family. Her baby's daddy is hopefully rotting in some sorry sour place for being a dickwad without a dick.
Speaking of wives, I am one! Well...almost. This past week we went down to city hall and got our marriage license. NY allows us to choose a name made up of any parts of each spouse's last name, so now we're Ariel and Wm Dakota Callaschai.
Thanksgiving wasn't really worth commenting on. I hope all of you had a happy one, but mine was just answering and dispatching ER calls for heating and medical problems all day, so there's not much there to bring anyone holiday cheer-- except that the stupid fluffskull blonde next to me crashed her car the other night when everyone else on US87 decided they would too, which is FUNNY. What wasn't funny was hearing the banal story about 12 times over my 8 hours.
We went to Dakota's mom's last night and I had my first ever slice of sweet potato pie. It was awesome. I always thought people were lying to me when they say it tastes like pumpkin. I should give people more credit sometimes I guess...
Pad-Heaters ordered for the van! The gruff Canadienne accent on the other end of the line was a certain sort of salvation... we shall now be able to run our biodiesel baby with no fears of fuel-gelling. Bravo! We also ordered a scale, found graduated cylinders and phenolpthalein... so mixing up the magic batches should be good soon as well. All of it's falling into place.
School is almost over, and it's nearly certain I'm not failing (< B) anything. I can't wait to take a semester off and begin looking for another school in a place far, far away. Maybe not so, actually. When we were in PA, I really thought it was beautiful. Also, the carolinas are nice. However, the West just tugs at my heart strings. NM was the first place I felt free and lovely, and I really have an itch for returning there. The University there also has cheap family-housing apartments. <3 Sandia Mountains. Sigh.
We're moving out of my mom's house, finally! Justin from SAFEco, whom I had an interesting camping trip with this summer, has invited us to live out the rest of his lease with him at Valley View, which is a value priced (read: ghetto!) apartment complex in latham. I can't wait. Then I won't have to feel violently angry at my family anymore, something I won't miss. Having a pro-cannabis room mate will be fun, and having no TV will be a reprieve from mental entrapment. The damn thing is never, ever off at my mom's house so long as there are carbon life forms inside. Which is always.
Being in touch with my wifey is great, and her Russian lad makes me so happy for her, because he's what she needs. No more crack-boys for my me-shell... instead she shall have a quirky, caring, clever and polite chap with a nice family. Her baby's daddy is hopefully rotting in some sorry sour place for being a dickwad without a dick.
Speaking of wives, I am one! Well...almost. This past week we went down to city hall and got our marriage license. NY allows us to choose a name made up of any parts of each spouse's last name, so now we're Ariel and Wm Dakota Callaschai.
Thanksgiving wasn't really worth commenting on. I hope all of you had a happy one, but mine was just answering and dispatching ER calls for heating and medical problems all day, so there's not much there to bring anyone holiday cheer-- except that the stupid fluffskull blonde next to me crashed her car the other night when everyone else on US87 decided they would too, which is FUNNY. What wasn't funny was hearing the banal story about 12 times over my 8 hours.
We went to Dakota's mom's last night and I had my first ever slice of sweet potato pie. It was awesome. I always thought people were lying to me when they say it tastes like pumpkin. I should give people more credit sometimes I guess...