Drove down to Laura's this morning on empty streets listening to excerpts from the Relient K Christmas album. Life is good, it finally feels like Christmas.

Much love and happy holidays to you all.

So I'm home. I'm not really sure what to say... this place and the place I just came from seem like two entirely different realities. I cringe at the reference, but it's kind of like the film Passion of the Mind when Demi Moore can't figure out which dream or reality is, well, real. If that reference makes no sense to you, don't worry; it's a terrible movie that you shouldn't bother seeing. But the point is, I'm still trying to define my own reality and where my life will go.

Cryptic, eh? I don't get it either.

All my assignments for the term are finished. I need to turn them in, attend another day and a half of classes, and finish one exam this weekend, and then that's it. I can do this.

Three performances, one CGI web page, a quiz, a presentation, and a paper to do this weekend. After Sunday things should be bearable again.

The wireless connection in my dorm is spotty at best, so I wanted to plug in my own router to boost the signal. However, the school network needs to configure all the routers on the network so that the DHCP settings all play nice. I brought my router down to the admin, who promptly told me that the built-in firmware wouldn't allow the necessary settings. He then offered to hack it so that we could configure it however we wanted.

h4x0r3d. The happy way.