thirsty thursday!

only 20 hours' drive to raven's!

whee!

i'm getting my pilot's license. take the ntown people to my beloved a-town and o-town n prove that there's something cool going down in the so-called heartland.

anyway, i guess i'll deal. i'm here. i'll get my PBR somehow. no word on Walker Texas Ranger, though. :(

ps i'm freezing in here! see, it's maybe 50 out there, not bad, but the insulation is nil, and i TOTALLY REFUSE to turn on the heat. i mean, forget it. besides, there's some milage left in my granny shawl. that is to say, my DEAD SEXY granny shawl. c'mon up n see me sometime, i'll give you cookies afterward, etc, etc. wink. heh.



angelle and the door to the english dept. offices:




i guess they don't want us in there:




"angelle, do those trees look funny to you?" *doubletake*




explanation not really necessary. i see a pirate, i say "arrrrr," and i must click:




port-o-potty on leon c. simon, near school:




again, explanation not really necessary, just for a more curmudgeonly reason:




YAY ME! I KNITTED:




BOO ME! I SPILLED. but man, did i EVER:




well, that's it for now. i'm sure i'll get around to some more. i just feel like a creep snapping pics of town, driving around. not that i haven't seen people doing it. hm.

oh, and i've done some spring-cleaning in my icons. flat eric is temporarily retired. but the elf! the elf!

i have to go now because i'm a nerd, and i love CSI.



k bye