88 days...

And I'm back. I had a good break. It went well. Instead of specifically describing each event I'll just give my loyal readers a highlight reel...
-going out with Hope
-went to Salt Lake City
-Flight got messed up so I got upgraded to first class
-Drank beer with the dude in first class (nice?)
-discovered I'm related to Mormon prophet Brigham Young
-skied and timed myself, surpassing 50mph
-RC helicopter for Christmas
-hungout with Hope
-Wisdom teeth out
-pain killers
-more pain killers
-new years party
-pain killers

And here I am. And now we enter the dead months! What're the dead months you ask? They're the two months, January and February, where a majority of the country looks (hence the name) dead. So very dead indeed. And since everything is dead, and the days are shorter, people tend to experience a seasonal depression. This shit sucks. So luckily I've discovered that this will be a very short dead month period. Because...

There's no swim meets until the 14th, so the first two weeks is easy. After the 14th meet there's the 23rd meet and then regionals is just a week after that. So January is cake. Then February is short and there's no swim practice so that's like 4 weeks of nonsense so all of February will fly and BAM it's March.

March is the true challenge. There will be only 4 weeks until the cruise, and school will be on my ass. So yeah. I'm signing off now. Later.