Thanksgiving...and stuff.

Thanksgiving last year=lonely, at school, pity party.

Thanksgiving this year=fun, friends, good food, beautiful environment, relaxation, sleep, pleasure reading.

Can you tell which one I prefer?

Anyways, to escape from vague terms like "beautiful environment," I'll let you know how my thanksgiving was spent. (Mostly through pictures).

We (Marissa, Tyler, Lerin, Hannah, Myself) spent Thanksgiving day at Lerin's Granddad's house on Puget Sound, near Port Ludlow, WA.

Chuck (her Granddad) built the house by hand, and it's location is impeccable. A stone's throw from the beach, with beautiful white capped mountains in the background, and intense, blue water in the foreground.

He had a Ham radio, which he didn't hesitate to explain in detail (and practice) to me and Tyler. I love the wealth of information stored up in old people, and it seems like a very simple task to have it all pour out: ask a question, and listen as they indulge you for as long as they feel necessary.

I am not good with names. As evidenced by my misstep in calling Lerin's mom, who had introduced herself to me as Carolyn, Deborah. I'm not sure where I pulled that name from. Not sure at all.

We rode a ferry back to Seattle. First time for me on a ferry. It was breathtaking, in several ways. First, the cold, fast winds that whipped us as we looked out over the rails. Second, the haze covered Mount Rainier towering over a silhouetted Seattle skyline.

Now we're back at school. Just over a week left. This week's been pretty silent, but the guns should start going off Friday when I get my Finals assignments and the reality of studying hits.



Here are some pictures (Marissa took most of them) from the weekend.

http://spu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2001161&l=dbb0a&id=1076310089

http://spu.facebook.com/album.php?aid=65349&l=ca24b&id=1058250068

sorry, it wouldn't let me put any on blogger, and it wouldn't let me create a web album. so you'll have to deal with facebook.

Much Love,

Brent

I am now without beard.

Completely shorn for the first time in about three years; prepared for a November without shaving, celebrated by many across the nation.

I took my transformation into a 12 year old boy (which i was for halloween) in stages.

I first stopped at the awkward 15 year old moustache stage for a day, to go to the Brand New concert.

Then in finished off the shave, while annihilating my sensitive neck in the process.

That's pretty much as exciting as my life has been in the last little while.