I can't believe that I only have 18 days of school left. 18 days, and then I'm finished with my freshmen year of college. Okay, WHAT?! I can't believe how fast this year went by, it's unbelievable. And I also can't believe how I managed to live without my puppy for this many months. I survived 8 months without my dog, which seemed virtually impossible last August. So I guess it's really more like 18 days until I get to see my doggy. :)

Oupon checking to see how many hits this site has gotten lately, I realized that the majority of them have been from people looking for Resolve stain remover, Oxyclean and the best way to get spagetti sauce out of clothing. I really don't mind that they make up about 60% of the visitors I've gotten lately, but I feel kinda bad that I've misled them. But then I figure if they're stupid enough to think that a site entitled "Any Type Of Aftermath" will hold the solutions to their stain removing problems, I shouldn't feel too bad.
Off to shower, hope you guys have a fabulous day.

So...so you've made up your mind.
I fear what I've created,
lost, alone,
Tired of trying,
(and incubating)
In this slightly warped world.
If you believe me...really....
But really,
It really depends on what lens your looking through.
If you can see me...
Come find me.

(Upload Complete).

April 19th, 2000.

Check out the Incubus - Warning video here.
Holy Hell.

Last night was so unbelievably hilarious, I won't even be able to come close to describing it. I could try, but anything I say wouldn't do it any justice. That and it's all still a little foggy (and will probably remain that way). I am however, no longer worried about my paper. I woke up this morning and knew exactly what I'm going to write. (Non-UM and/or People-I-don't-talk-to-on-a-daily-basis: I have a five page history midterm due Monday on the Social and Economic changes that occured from the 1920's-1950's). But first it's off to breakfast. Mmmmm....waffles.

I finally got a "job". There was an ad in the Kaimin (for all you non-UM people, that's the campus newspaper) asking for someone to help do house/yard work two days a week for $8 an hour. Well hell, I have to do that at home and I don't even get paid for it. So I called her up and she hired me. I worked for three hours today, and it was fabulous. Okay, granted that cleaning a house isn't exactly the most entertaining thing I could have done this afternoon, but you'd be suprised how nice it was just to be in an actual house for that long, dusting or not. I even got a weird story out of it.
When I came to the door and we introduced ourselves, she asked me if I was related to the "Bitterroot Zacha's". Again, for all you non-UM people, the Bitterroot is the valley that Missoula sits in. About 45 minutes from here (out in ranch-type land) there's a family with the last name of Zacha. Anyway, I told her I was and that my uncle keeps in touch with them once in a while. Turns out her family is really good friends with 'my' family. Very small world. Too small. Anyway, apparently they're pleasant people and really know how to party.
Yep, definitely my family.
I made $25, and I'm so excited I don't know how to spend it.
Anyone wanna go to Express....?

Saturday night Rachael, Vinnie, Scott and I decided to head out into the middle of nowhere (aka Deepcreek) to start a fire, roast marshmallows and get drunk. We took a long twisting dirt road down to a broad gravelly riverbank, where we arrived with no firewood, five lighters, a roll of toilet paper, marshmallows (they even have these coconut covered ones that I got really excited about roasting), four different varieties of Alcohol, and a flashlight without a bulb.
Now color me stereotypical, but considering we were out with two home-grown Montana boys I figured at least ONE of them would have been smart enough to bring supplies needed to successfully start a fire. When I was proven wrong, the four of us silently stood around a small, quick-to-burn 'fire' consisting of lots of toilet paper, a few pieces of dry driftwood I'd magically found as I was stumbling along the bank, and the cardboard boxes of the Lunchables that Rachael and I had had for dinner.
Eventually we gave up on the fire (after a half an hour of crawling along a hillside in the dark pulling dry bushes up and collecting twigs), we ended up sitting/standing/laying around Vinnie's Explorer in the complete darkness, but nonetheless still content with nursing the whiskey out of Vinnie's flask with my feet up on the back bumper of the car and my eyes struggling to see the beautiful big sky through a set of rainclouds. We could hear horses across the river, and Rachael became convinced that E.T. was somewhere in the woods. Everytime she dragged me away from the car to go for a 'walk'. The walk usually consisted of getting about thirty feet away and then come running back because we'd suddenly found our fear again. It was on one of these walks that I popped my knee, which left me hobbling around for the next few days.
Eventually we all piled back into the Explorer and headed back to the Apartment, where I plopped down on an empty keg and proceeded to hold a conversation with eight people about almost every single "Saved By The Bell" episode ever taped.
We never ended up finding E.T., but there's always next weekend.

So I'm heading out to party tonight, something I haven't wanted to do in a while. I'm already high, watching Rachael try and touch her toes to her head in a hand-stand position. I have to call Scott in a minute to tell him to come get us, but I thought I'd write to you guys first. (My nails are still wet, hope this doesn't fuck them up) Anyway, I best be going, have a good weekend everyone.
Love.

My comment:
WHAT THE FUCK?!

Banana On Crack

Fact: It only takes about .357 seconds for a wind and snowstorm to take full effect in Montana.
Fact: I will be stuck outside all the way on the other side of campus when it hits.
Fact: Being a Weatherman is the only form of Employment where you can openly lie to the public on TV, and still get to keep your job.