Ah, Home Crap Home

But seriously I love Rockford. I was merely quoting a fantastic Tom Hanks movie from the 80s. Anyone...anyone...Bueller. It's Money Pit. And that second quote was from Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Come on people.

It was really hard to adjust back to Rockford actually. The interrupting, the loudness. It was cool though because I was able to acquire a small taste of what new-comers to our lovely environment must feel. On team I've had to enervate (oh, a GRE word, I'm really into these lately...I'm such a pedant (oh, that's totally another one, I need to knock this off (but yes, I did just nest three sets of parenthesis, it's starting to look a bit like a Java method call (that was some computer science humor, I all around appologize for this sentence)))) some of my Rockfordian characteristics to get along with my teammates (okay now re-read the sentence and skip over the parenthesis). Characteristics like, "hey my story's better so I'll talk louder" and, "wait I have something funny to interject here that could quite possibly draw all the available attention to me." Don't get me wrong, I like these qualities to some extent. They make life light-hearted and crack me up. They were just hard to readjust to. As a side note: I've often wondered if we would have some of the same problems that my team has with each other if we were all placed under similiar conditions. I guess I'll never know.

Brian wins the medal of courage award for singing Clarence Carter's Strokin and Backdoor Santa in front of my parents. They thought it was hilarious by the way bri.

okay that's it for now.

in Christ,
jason