If there is something I have been raised to understand it is the fact that blood has little to do with family. While blood relation is important there are few people who fall into this catagory that play a inticate roll in my life. I have had many people "adopt" me into there family at different points, and I have done the same. There are men who have called me son, and boys who call me brother, girls who called me friend and resolved to call me family (that was supposed to be funny). Seriously though blood has never been much of a concideration. There are many of you who are very special to me, but I would like to honor a few I am dawning today family day.

Families
Rhines (my highshchool family)I miss you and I'm sorry I havn't kept up as well.
Brown (college first year)
Sinclair (second year)
Brown again (to keep me from living in my car)
Sinclair (whenever I visit the north country)

Individuals;
Lore' - once a freind that was little more than an aquaintence has become the closest thing to family that I can imagine, for all intensive purposes is related to me.

Carina - I'm just a week or two older but were very much the same, I think it was in Maine that you truly became a sister to me; how else could we justify all that hang out time?

Jared- while the circumstances that strengthened our bond were not the greatest I value what is there greatly.
Josh- Who else could make the jewish jokes like you man, you trusted me on the steps of crane with your life, and I think I will always try to look out for you.

Mark-Almost always productive, encouraging, and educational like a bad PBS special.

There are more but class is starting and I need to pay attention.

Ya had a bad day...

Ok ok so I'm not sure if any one else is a little tired of that song but reguardless of how daniel powter makes you feel the truth is that every now and then "bad days" happen.

Yester was one of those for me kinda...
I woke up on time, after a decent (6 hours) nigts seep and walked to class.
I didn't have time for breakfast, so I decided to get some juice from the vending machine.

Aparantly I got the age descriminatory machine and my money was to old to get in. Fine well I pull out my wallet to get another dollar bill, a younger, sexier dollar bill. Alas the roomate never gave me my change from Taco Bell last night.

Of course an empty wallet is nothing new to me, but it caught me off guard this time.
By now I'm late for class, let the fun begin.

In 1683 the Frech architec...nodding ... and that is the most important thing you will need to know for tomorrows test. Fantastic glad I didn't miss anything. How did those movie quotes get in my notes?

(in another teachers office) "J. your papers are late and you need to get them in immediately, and this stack of old papers must be revised ASAP"

Yes Ma'am SNAP!

What was that?

"That was the last string of my computer bag breaking"

15 min. later, I'm standing infront another vending machine which is not age descriminatory, however it is lazy and decides it doesn't feel like vending my strawberry kiwi minuite maid juice.

For complaints cal 1-800 bla bla bla, right I'm going to call an 800 number to get my dollar back, its going to cost me that much to wait on the phone for an hour while going through multiple digital vioce recordings that are trying to sound real while annoying the snot out of me when I don't even care about the dollar all I really wanted was some fricken' juice! (breathing heavily)

j.