If I get dooced for this, I really wouldn't care.

Imagine a soldier who is told to go to war, heads over there, then, when that soldier gets there, they are told they can't use any firearms. Then they are told they can't use any weapons whatsoever. Then they are told they can't use the radio. Then they are told all they should do is sit and peel potatoes all day. Even when they are done, just sit there, because "Policy" dictates that each soldier does ONE thing, and cannot overlap duties, and they are not authorized to do anything else, even though they know how to do Everything else.
When all of you wonder why I have time to check my email or Myspace all day, think of that soldier.

Good Times

I spent my lunch break today scanning old pictures so I could post them online, and freak people out with some old school stuff. This post is devoted to great friends. Brooke, since you come on here, I hope you see these.

Ryan and I, Halloween 2002

Jolahna, Kevin, Brieanna, Me, Donnelle, Brooke and Scott.
Just as I'm about to board the plane to England.
Brooke and I, Picadilly, Freshmen year.
Me, Brooke and Carol. Freshmen year, Edens North, making gingerbread houses.