Norman Tunnel.

It's all down hill from here, 

at least for this week. 

Psych exam done - I'm just waiting for time. 

[Hurry up Friday - so I can go home already.]

My class was canceled today - 

so I had a partially well deserved entire day to myself.

[partially because believe it or not there's still a lot of procrastination that happens around here]

I volunteered in the morning with Kate and then slept until dinner. 

I can't think of a better way to spend a day off. 

While volunteering, 

we were working with the third and fourth graders 

and they were doing this activity where they had to put their hand in a bag and 

describe whatever object they felt. 

So, I was leading my group - asking them questions about the shape and texture 

and this little boy says to me, 

"I think you have something in your pocket." 

 [thinking he meant my phone I said]

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, that one" - and pointed to my jacket pocket. 

I put my hand inside and there was this little folded piece of paper;

I unfolded it and it said, 

"Hi"

I laughed and thanked him. 

What a nice kid. 

At least in the fourth grade everyone likes me. 

With Carla and Pia, I made plans to spray paint in the Norman Tunnel.

It's just a regular tunnel on campus - it goes under a road - that's usually what a tunnel is. 

They let students graffiti it, I guess to stop them from graffiti-ing on the school buildings. 

It works pretty well.

We were joined by Fabiola, Bethany, Cameron, and some annoying kid who kept hating on Glee. 

[I don't think he'll ever read my blog - so we're safe]

I guess the fumes were getting to my head while I was writing

"Poir4Lyfe"

because I wrote, 

"Poir4Lye"

Nicccce. 

I was working on two graffitis simultaneously. 

While one was wet, I'd work on the other. 

I act like these were really nice and complicated art pieces, but whatever. 

When normal people would walk through the tunnel 

I felt cool, with my camera on and spray paint in my hands 

 like I was some arsty kid who knew what he was doing. 

I guess, all you had to do was look at what I was painting to know that I wasn't. 

It was good while it lasted though. 

It wouldn't be me if I didn't paint something Harry Potter related. 

Who better to paint, then Dobby? 

[that's who that is, if you couldn't tell]

W.W.H.D. - What Would Harry Do? 

A question I ask myself on a daily basis. 

My favorite quote from the Seventh Part I movie: 

"Such a happy place, to be with friends" 

and of course, 

my life motto 

HP4LYFE.

I also painted this mayun face. 

I just kind of did whatever. 

[obviously]

I'm glad I finally got to paint in the Norman Tunnel. 

UF finally has a little permanent piece of Max.

Such a happy place, to be with friends.
Oh yeah, this is my 100th post.
Whoo hoo.