Fifteen days and counting
Gun range was fun. Thought I broke my 1860 colt revolver but in fact, I didn't. Just a few screws loose. Ironic because I have a couple of them missing. Maybe we are interchangable. Have to look at the manual for that. Anyway, it was fun and exciting and I also found out that I'm actually a bad shot. If you ever want to be shot at but survive, talk to me. You'll have a 90 percent chance of survival if I'm the one doing the shooting.

What can I say. I think I'm applying to other universities also, instead of just applying here at UST. Masters in History sounds nice. I don't know, though. I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I always thought about being a fire truck, but people say that will never happen. Something about me not being smart enough. I like RED.

I'm on strike: NO WORK, NO WORK, NO WORK!
I actually think that Lisa and Rachel are finally tired of me. Last night I was working with Tyler. You don't need two people at reference. Everyone knows you don't need two people at reference. Sh*t happens...