a man of many manly muscles

my father and i just finished shoveling. again. this snow...was heavy. and wet. and god, what a workout.

i, unlike maxwell, was quite pleased to hear heise announce tomorrow as cancelled. things possibly going on tomorrow: a potential 50,000/50 states/1 year party...sledding!...getting rid of frozen cookie dough in my freezer. yes...tomorrow is looking quite promising.

on saturday there is supposed to be a speech tournament in park rapids. (this is, generally, the largest/most competitive tournament of the year) the park rapids coaches have said that their city is supposed to be "north" of any major storms, so the tournament is still on. but i really don't want to go. i don't want to get up extra early, battle the elements, spend an entire day in a crappy city, do something that i haven't really enjoyed all year, and then come back home. if mrs. cummings happens to read this, i kind of hope that brainerd decides not to go.

speaking of which, i haven't thought about it much lately. but this is year number seven for participating in speech. since it's kind of coming to an end...i don't know what i'm supposed to think. when it's all said and done, am i supposed to look back and be proud of what has happened? because i'm kind of leaning towards the "wow, what a waste," feeling. (i think [perhaps] a boy named pelkey can relate with his last year of debate) seven years. daaang.

so as i was loading up some pictures on facebook, i stumbled across this diamond in the rough.

i bet you had no idea i was so nimble! oh man, that was one neonic night.

mustache out!