It is Sunday, and although I lived for Sundays in BMT not so much here at Corry High. Sunday is just the last day before the whirlwind of crap I’m not overly thrilled with starts again. I should have been a linguist, darn you MEPS. I wonder if I can reclass? Maybe I should talk to my liason. In other news… Transformers was excellent, I couldn’t help but take notice of the obvious “wow the Air Force is super cool kids don’t you wish you could be in the Air Force?” I also have the urge to buy a Pontiac Solstice or the new Camaro – yay capitalism embedded in movies. I need to go finish doing laundry. Crap, why is tomorrow Monday? I wish I could call in sick. 3 years and 5 months to go. At anyrate… I’m out of gas.

- Ryan