Everyday is Christmas: Seriously, everytime the mail man comes, or UPS or Fedex or whatever postal delivery system, my roommate Dave and I flip out 'cos it means some cool and awesome thing we've ordered has come. With Dave struggling with depression and our huge Lion Claws Mil Sim coming up, we've been buying a lot of gear and materials.
One of them being a sewing machine. I'm so excited about this. I basically told the guys I've got the skills to make custom tactical gear for everyone, so everyone chipped in and we bought this beautiful beast off of ebay (I know, that's risky...). Here it is, a Singer 66 from the 1920's with a nice little moter on the back:

Just yesterday our team patches arrived - we are quite excited. With everyone graduating and moving on this year or next year, we wanted something for everyone (not just the roommates) to keep as a token of good times had. We ordered about 200 bucks worth of 'em and gave 'em to our close comrades. The lettering around the top says brothers and sisters eternally in Latin. Pretty cool. And of course down at the bottom is our house number, 1087, where most of the good times have been had.
Other than that, I've got the Lion Claws event this weekend (look it up on the 'net!), and with sewing like a fiend I've slacked off on classes. Not good considering I've only three weeks left before graduation (eeeeek!), and there's this one class I've got to pass which I'm not doing well in... gads... so we'll see.... gads....
Oh yeah, immediately following Fort Ord (as in, the next day) I went to a shoddy little reenactment with the fife and drum band. It was bloody hot, and not well attended by reenactors. One bizzare thing was the accident in the last battle where some lame-sauce cornfed cav guy got his equipment tangled up in a battle with a yanky cav guy, freaked out his horse which proceded to loose it's rider and go dancing around in the crowd. No one hurt, but man how I hate mounted cav in all of their safety issues not to mention sheer farbiness... *sigh*
Ok, my roommates are up, time for us to go running. Byes.