So I'm going out to Montana with my uncle tomorrow. It promises to be quite a ride. Bert is a psycho and wants to shoot a bighorn ram, I guess to stuff and mount at his new house. We have some real animal rights advocates in my family, and I'm sure that's half the reason. We're going to Billings and then into Yellowstone.

I hate the word "networking." The thought that anyone I know became my friend explicitly to extract favors makes me feel like I done something wrong. My school advertises the game room is a great place to socially network, which means I'm going to have to stick to Bombay Sapphire for my fun.