I just want this quarter to be done. I think I left all of my motivation in the parking lot up at Mt Baker on Sunday. That's right, I finally got to go snowboarding. It was a glorious return to my normal self, my snowboarding self. It was snowing and the re was about 6 inches of dry powder leftover from a storm on Wednesday and I had a fresh wax and...and...it was great. You should have been there. All y'all.


So, after my winter homecoming, I had two realiations: I want to snowboard for the rest of my life, and that means I need to get a job. I don't really want to get a steady job yet--not even one on-campus--because I want to focus on my school work. And I'm still holding out for an editor position on one of the student pubications, preferrably The Planet (the student environmental magazine published by Huxley College of the Environment). But that has to wait until I can get into the class, which is going to have to wait until Spring or even next Fall. So that still leaves me with a limited buget for my winter escapades (which will probably be limited by time more than lack of funds).


Through my good camp friend Frog I heard about a seasonal job helping UPS carriers deliver all of those extra holiday packages. First I looked around to see what other types of seasonal jobs I could get over Winter Break; almost all of them involve selling stuff, which I am not particularly good at nor have any desire to do. So I applied online for the UPS job. There was no indication whether or not the positions had been filled yet, but I figured it was worth a try. Since I would like to stay up in Bellingham for awhile during break, why not make some snowbording money lifting boxes and wearing brown? I'll keep you posted if it works out.


In other news: I had fast food for the first time in about a two months yesterday. I had two Jumbo Jacks and a small curly fry and it made me sick. It was nice and tasty going down but it didn't do so well once it all got down there. Hence I spent an hour laying on the couch after dinner pondering whether to ever eat fast food again. I think I'll play that ear because sometimes fast food is just unavoidable. Perhaps I'll just stick to the "mechanically separated chicken parts" menu and make my own hamburgers at home.


"What can brown do for you?"
"How about a give me a job?"
~Ike~