Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen and Trevor. This is the Monday afternoon post before I go to how to be an engineer class. Thanksgiving was quite an eventful and fun time. Talley, Trevor, Meridith and I discovered the secret joys of playing Chronos trigger on a DDR mat, which is a group activity, and our character looked like an idiot and kept banging into things.


Anyways, good news and bad news. Good news, Saturday, Talley and I figured out where she was getting all her lesion on her legs. As you have all been aware of dubious times, Talley keeps getting these horrendous staph-looking infections on her leg from some hidden friend. Friday, she found she had another one, the first one since she left home. Well, lo and behold dear readers, it looks like she has something poisonous in her room, causing her to loose a lot of her muscle tissue, because she won't go to a doctor. So how did we discover the exact location of her fangy companion?


Well, Talley and I had rented DarkWatch, a totally totally awesome game. You're a rugged cowboy/outlaw who kills zombies and fights from becoming a vampire. Hello, every freaky genre out there rolled up into one package with minimal plot line. All we need are some pirates and ninjas. It's a lot like halo, actually. You respawn when you die on the two player mode and loose all your weapons. You can kill your friends and allies and there are two story lines to choose from.


Okay, back to the story at hand. So I'm laying down at the foot of her bed while she's hanging out on the floor, shooting zombies. When I head back to my car, I found I had a hole in my arm. Yes, A perfectly round cervice, about 3 millimeters in diameter and about 1 millimeter in depth. It was filled with a nice hard, flat yellow thing. Nice. So I go home and bath my forearm in neo-sporen. Next morning, I found I also had a matching hole in my neck. So now when people ask why I have a band-aide on my neck, and if I got a Hickey, I reply, nope, just some brown recluse injecting me with venom in hopes to liquefy me and eat me for din-din. Yeah, well, Meridith's had follicle staph off and on for about two years so she gave me her cream and I've been slathering it on since. Although, funny story, I accidentally put zit cream on it last night. The tubes look identical. So I'mmmm dumb. Strangle, it helped more than the staph cream, probably because it dries it out and kills the venom.


What ever the case may be, Kaci, my roommate, forced me at practically gunpoint to go to the med center today, and the Nurse said to keep putting staph cream on it and just watch it. She distinctly said, "That's all I can tell you." which implies to me that there's stuff she's not telling me, the lying SOB. I'm still waiting to see if I get super strength, 20/2o vision and webbing shooting out of my forearm, so I can dress in spandex and run around Austin, like we don't have enough people like that already. Looks like i'm one of those people that doesn't react to these things because it hasn't swelled up yet and it's been over 24 hours.


In other news, I spent most of Sunday night filling condoms with fake blood and stapping illegal explosives to a cop. More on that later.


Our film will show next monday, and I'll try to get a copy because I've dedicated about a month of my social life to this thing, and I'm showing it everywhere.