Halfheartedly gnawing on beef while in my new digs for the next two months. It truly is as thrilling as this picture makes it seem.
Behold this yearbook, the one from the year I graduated high school (which was twenty years ago, in case you were wondering). My copy was destroyed in a flood quite some years back and I’d been hunting for another copy ever since. Someone finally came through and after some message banter I received this in the mail today. As it turns out, this one used to belong to Herr Berg, my old German teacher. I wrote in this yearbook, so the words I inscribed in ink on these pages have come back to me twenty years later. History.
They got me on Day 4’s mission, which I just got back from. Not our shiniest moment, but at least I got to die like an Iron Warrior, with an empty gun and surrounded by dead Zeds. Now I get to spend the next two days hunting scattered human survivors…I think I’ll shave off the beard and hair tonight and look like Voldemort for it.
So it’s Humans vs Zombies week at Texas Tech, my third game since coming here. It’s Day 2, and I’m about to leave my domain to range far and wide while I take care of business. I missed the Day 1 mission yesterday because of a sudden case of paper-writing that, as it turned out, was supposedly due today…except the class for today got cancelled, so I missed Day 1 mission for nothing. Boo. In any event, the Humans won without me so the Armory got unlocked, which means maximum mags. Bringing out the Alpha Trooper for tonight’s mission: 18-round drum mag? Yes, please.
Getting real sick of getting sick. The weather had better stabilize soon, there’s not enough time left in the semester for me to be missing classes over trifles like bugs. At least I can content myself with some of Graham McNeill’s artistry this time.
Got this in the mail today. No idea what I’ll put it on, it’s been Velcro-ized, but I have it and I’ll figure out something to do with it.
Sieg Zeon!!
I know I said I was going to chop off the beard after November, but fuck it, it’s cold here so it’s staying a while longer.
Terrible lighting, derp face…must be the start of the new semester. There’s a stink of crazy here, a fell reek of politics and general discontent wafting across the campus, that I really don’t even want to deal with right now, though I suspect several instances will be triggering some Unpopular Personal Rantings here in the not-too-distant future.
This will be a killer semester, I can see it already. The only bright note in it so far is that the guy I sit next to in Geology of Texas is smoking hot.
Went to a Murder Mystery Dinner this evening. The main course was veal, and there was enough for seconds, so of course I went for seconds…and then had dessert. I’m considering swallowing stones now to speed up the digestion process because ugh.
Also, No Shave November is almost over with, thank the Maker. 01Dec will see a veritable apocalypse-given-form when I take the clippers to all this.
Hard to believe there’s only about 14 days left of the semester.
