Hey kids,

We have a final tommorow, so in true Chris Johnson fashon, I have decided that instead of studying, I will post something. I first would like to appologize for my lack of posts. I have been very Very VERY busy at school, and haven't had much time to do anything. That having been said, for shame for all of you not posting in a while. The only ones (That I regularly check up on) who post on anything close to non-anually are Nick and Eric, and Nick hasn't posted in over a week. I realize that You are all increadably busy with all that random hot sex you all are having all the time, but if you could take a five minute breather, put some pants on, and post something interesting, the world would be a better place. Not so much the real world mind you, just the psudo world that this area encompases.

So, yea. The only reprease that I have had in about 3 weeks (besides the endless stream of graphic novels I have been reading[YES THEY ARE FUCKING COMIC BOOKS, BUT THEY ARE HARD BOUND FUCKER]), would be our jont to Rhode Island for Bills Birthday celebration. You may find yourself asking, "Why did you go all the way to providence, when a perfectly acceptable birthday celebration may be arranged for Quincy or Boston?". Well, I'm glad you asked that question. And the answer is that around when Bill was 18 I promised him that on his 21st birthday I would buy him a lap dance. Now, I know most of you know of my insidious plans to ruin Bills brain forever by tricking him into recieving a lap dance from a transvestite, but that never panned out. We ended up going to a place that was recomended to me by Goodale, called Club Fantisy. It was roughly what I expected, albeit a bit more expensive that I would have hoped, but eh, its more of a special occasion thing. I think Bill had a good time, amist his and Chucks constant complaints about price and everthing else under the sun. Besides that, and the hour we where lost on the RI offramps, there really is nothing else I can tell you about it, unless you want me to start going into the creepy vibes of the whole thing.

I find it hard to study for finals. The sun is out, birds are singing, and even though its still a mite chilly out, its a nice day for taking a walk and feeding birds. I must stay strong and not give into the temptation of relaxation. I must instead focus my mental stamina back in on itself and form a void of exhaustion and math that will slowly suck away the remainder of my soul and leave me a shallow, hollow man. So, heres looking forward to horrors yet to come.

Have you ever started collecting something, and you just can't stop. Its always just one more, and then I'll be done, but no, its never just one more. In most cases its one more per month for the rest of your life. Whats that going to cost you? As you may or may not have noticed, one of the things which I have been collecting more frequently than in the past, are web comic links. Sure this may seem like an innocent pass time, but it ends up being a daily gauntlet, of checking each and every one of them. And the worst thing is, I'm one of those people that clicks on web comic banners, which bring me to more web comics. I sware its a vicious cycle, and before its all over, my entire page will feature nothing but a mindless amount of web comics. The reason I'm ranting about this now, is becuase I'm thinking about adding a few more..... and because I enjoy ranting. Want to make something of it? Eh, Do ya punk? I didn't think so.

Sad but true, thats really all there is right now. I'll probably have a lot more to say during the break inbetween terms, but until then, I shall leave you all. Take care, and good luck with your tests.

::....I think thats what she looks like when she wakes up. She must take an hour to get her hair as neat as it is::

::I sware, I will rap this car around a telephone pole if you don't shut up::
::But we're on the high way, there arn't any telephone poles::
::Then I will calmly take an off ramp, drive into the nearest town, and plow this car into the first pole I see::

::Do you ever worry that all this work is causing you to go mad, but you don't know your going mad becuase of you've gone mad::