Work
Working in a bookstore, I consider one of my dream jobs. I'd love to own my own store one of these days. I don't know if my credit would allow me too, though. I am just glad I'm going back to work.

What a great weekend. This was the fifth festival (two of them have been here at our school) that I have been two and the first one with Grandmaster The. We left Portland Friday morning around 10:30 am and arrived in Boise around 7 pm. It only took us around six and a half hours but it seemed longer when we take into account gaining an hour because of moving into another time zone.
Can't write a lot tonight. Putting together my portfolio to turn in, in a few days. Still need to do a little more printing before I can bind them and be done with it.
Notice the moonbat holding the sign questioning 9/11. Now you know what this bunch really believes.
Other asshats among these useless idiots included a few Anarchists (the police totally surrounded them, there were more police than there were anarchists), International ANSWER and their bosses, the IWW. I didn't see any Che signs but that doesn't mean they weren't there. They ended up with a big rally at PSU, just as I was finishing printing the material I needed. I didn't see the rally because I had class to go to and the memory card on my camera was full. I only hope that a few of these creatures find themselves without a job tomorrow. It would serve them right.