YEARLING WINTER WEEKEND IS HERE!!! I'm so excited! I can't wait to spend this weekend with my baby.

AVENUE Q. HOOOOOOORRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!

All I have to do is sign the acknowledgement statement and get through Econ. I can do this.

Yearling Winter Weekend is the Yuk class' formal event. Every class gets one: plebes = Plebe parent weekend, Cows = 500th night (500 days until graduation, and Firsties = ring weekend, when they get class rings, big, BIG deal here since we started the ring tradition in America, as well as 100th night, 100 nights until graduation, and of course, the ( Read more... )

You smell like amonia, I might get pneunomia. My room literally sparkles and you could do your prom date's makeup and hair in the shine of my shoes. You like the mornings, alas! I share not the same sentiment. You always trick me into cleaning and being ridiculously squared away, not to mention the hiding things everywhere so it looks clean. Why do ( Read more... )

It's the first day of school. I have a truly glorious schedule and classes. Take that, DEAN!

I am here, updating at an ungodly hour of the night. For me though, no hour of the night is ungodly. In fact, I find the night one of the most beautiful aspects of a single day. Each is the same, an overcoming darkness, beautiful in its anticipated serenity, but lively in those who wish to mold it so. It is rest and salvation, yet passion and fire ( Read more... )

Happy Christmas! Spread the Joy!

Tis' the time to celebrate the birth of Jesus, the savior of the world.

Spend some time with your family, if you don't celebrate. I'll celebrate twice for you, no worries.

Mmmm, pumpkin bread.

I know nobody really cares that much about me to read this that often, and that's fine by me ( Read more... )

I'm home. Admittedly, I was invisible for a couple of days. Just too tired to talk and trying to decompress. Epic airport adventure after missing the bus, gotta respect the snow. Crazy long delay at Newark on the plane. We almost rioted, the pilot pleaded, and then we slept, took off, and applauded. Oversimplification? Yes ( Read more... )

I'm mad as hell at myself for being so apathetic. What happened to it all? Where's the drive? I refuse to believe that one class did this to me, ripped me of the essence that made me a warrior, pushing past the discomfort, doing things solely because they could make me better. What happened to caring, what happened to me ( Read more... )

The TAPS vigil is a solemn even here at West Point conducted whenever a fellow member of the Corps passes away while attending USMA. TAPS is 2330. Shortly before then, everyone turns off their lights and computer monitors, including the rest of the lights on post, puts on Dress Gray, and stands in a long line that goes end to end from the apron ( ( Read more... )