Music, fire, balls, and phlegm.

These past couple days, I have signed my life away. It's all very exciting. Monday, I became a part of two choirs; one everybody gets into, and then the most selective choir on campus. Wheee! I was really surprised I got into the second one, but I'm not going to complain. Then yesterday, I signed up to start taking firefighter classes at the end of September. So next semester, expect some totally hot pictures of me in my firefighting attire. I also joined an intramural volleyball team. Here are some suggested team names, let me know what you think (if you don't catch the sexual innuendos, then I am very sorry for you). The Come From Behinds. Sets on the Beach. Kinky Sets. The Penthouse Players (you probably don't get this one, and I'm too lazy to explain). Will Work For Sets. Cogito Ergo Boom (We think, therefore we spike). Gratuitous Sets And Violence. On Your Knees. Don't Bump To Strangers.

And I'm sick. But I'm going to play volleyball at the prison again tonight, so I'm in good spirits. Now, I must go finish the most difficult French homework ever to be assigned in the history of aquiring knowledge.