So It Begins...

Rebekah, who I will now only officially refer to by her last name for issues of formality, has declared war on me. Maybe not in so many words, but the suggestion was there.

Mason's primary point of concern appears to be my unwillingness to sit at a four-hour snoozefest wherein I'll be called upon by name to receive a piece of paper that has no official standing whatsoever.

Just to fill you in: she wants me to go to the graduation ceremony in December to be handed a fake diploma. (The real one comes in the mail.)

Now it may seem to you like I'm just being a whiner... and I am. But, eh, I don't really have a reason not to be. Maybe I'm bored. (Well, so are you for taking the time to read this.)

Although Mason would argue that it isn't boredom but rather having nothing better to do. She would then feebly attempt to reason that the two are different somehow. Well I'm not buying what she's selling. I've had it.

On a less-irritating note, two cohorts and I have decided to produce a short film, the subject of which is temporarily under wraps until a means of revealing it is approved. You'll know soon enough. If you even care to.

Oh, before I forget, I stand corrected on my last post wherein I shorted our Florida Focus crew by a pair. I had planned to use the opportunity presented by Mason's comment to say that it was herself and someone else who I decided not to count for reasons known only to myself. But as no one else was in on the joke, I felt it would be unnecessarily mean come up with that second name. And I rather like all of those people.

Well... most of them. Until our next battle, Mason...

Peace.