I got new wheels for my car! A friend of mine didn't want them anymore and gave me a deal.

I guess summer isn't so bad afterall!

Now, I'm sure everyone else in the United States has been experiencing job problems. For those who don't have any problems, congratulations on having a secure job.

For the rest of us, every day has a question of whether or not we'll be still be able to come to work the next day. I happened to land a job at a local music production company and work was steady until a few days ago.

I haven't worked for the past 2 days and while it's been awesome not having to wake up early, I still am not making any money.

Money isn't really crucial for me to keep surviving though, so I'm not that worried about it. I just feel bad for the rest of America and I'm sure that other people are going through the same problems that I am, only they depend on that job for their bread and butter.

Come on Obama.

Being on Christmas break really makes me miss college. I love being home though. All semester long I was looking forward to to the month off that I had coming up to be away from school and just relax at home. Though I like doing it, I still miss the people at college. I miss everyone being up until 2 or 3 in the morning then sleeping in way late the next day. Wait, I still do that here, just by myself :)


Things have been awesome on break though, and I hope everyone else is doing the same!

'tis the season.

I've recently really gotten into HDR photography. It's short for High Dynamic Range, and it captures some pretty amazing images.

It takes at least 3 different exposures of a scene and then you combine them all together for a picture that has a huge range of shadows and highlights...it's pretty awesome.

I took this tonight as the sun was setting here in Chattanooga:



Have a good week :)

They suck.

My best advice is to ignore them as long as possibly and you'll eventually get your studying done in plenty of time. It always works out that way, I promise.

Okay, so I was debating on whether or not to write this one, but I have decided that I should. Now, I'm not saying that I have a wireless router or anything. It's just that a lot of people have been asking me why they can't have one and that they wish they could have wireless internet in their dorms but the Universities "wireless" doesn't reach into their apartment, forcing them to use the dreadful Ethernet cable :( This makes us "on the go" college students very limited in how mobile we can be with our lovely computers.

This guide is also for those who can set up a wireless router with little to no effort. You need to be able to password protect it and know how to name it.

So, I'll try to keep it as simple as I can and explain how you can setup and maintain a wireless router in your apartment. I must warn you though, if you get caught and your internet gets shut down, don't complain to me. This is just for informational purposes and I am in no way suggesting that you do it.

Now that that is out of the way, lets get to how to actually do this.

First, you'll need a wireless router that is capable of changing the MAC (Media Access Control) address. Most routers these days are capable of this, so you don't really need to worry.

They usually come with a "setup" disc. Don't worry about this...it only really complicates things. Look at the user manual and find out what the IP address of your specific router is.

We'll use a Netgear router for our example:

First open up your favorite web browser and type in the IP address of the router, this most likely being a 192.168.1.1 address, into the address bar of the web browser. You will then be prompted to insert the host name and password of the router to connect to it. Once this is done your screen should look as follows:



Take a look a the bottom where it says "Router MAC Address"

This is what defines the router as a router and this is how the university knows that you have a router running. Which, in turn, disables your internet :)

You're going to want to change this to the MAC address of your computer. To do this, go to "Start" (for Windows users) and search for "cmd prompt"

Then, type in "ipconfig /all" and hit Enter.
You should see something like this:



Look at the one labeled "Ethernet Adapter" and then go to the line that says "Physical Address". This is your computers MAC address. In this case, it is "00-A0-C9-5D-1A-C7"

Take your computers MAC address go back to your routers page. Go to "Use this MAC address" and type in the digits you just found.

Doing this will make your router appear as a computer on the schools network, therefore not identifying itself as a router. :)

Another thing you will want to do is go to the "Wireless Settings" page:



Go to where it says "Allow broadcast of name (SSID)" and UNCHECK this. This will make your network not appear to those around you and in order to find it you will have to know the exact name of it and it's password.

Like I said, you shouldn't do this if you don't know exactly what you are doing as you could find yourself with no internet and having to go to the Technology center to get it fixed!

I'm glad I could inform you though...enjoy.

Labels: college, router, technology, wireless

They're a band that not that many people have heard of and they deserve to get big. Check out their music on iTunes and I think you'll be impressed by their lyrical ability. They've been on the scene for about 3 years now and this is their first album. Before this they would release random singles on their Myspace and their fan base (including me) loved it.

Give them a listen.

Labels: hardcore, hip hop, hollywood, hollywood undead, music, new, rap, rock, undead, underground

Scavenger hunts are always a pretty good time. It can either lead to complete awesomeness, or just mediocre cool. Either way, fun times happen. I was recently involved in one and I have to say, it was full of complete awesomeness.

The list was pretty extravagant in some spots and semi-basic in others. Some things were absolutely impossible, while others were not so far out of reach. We had to take pictures of each of the events that we checked off our list as proof that we did them. There was a section of the list, however, that included bringing back certain things. One of those was a LIVE duck. We could have just taken a picture with one, but NO, we had to CATCH one. No task is too large for Tyson and I.

We went to a local park that is known to have massive amounts of ducks at it. We decided that no matter what, we were leaving with a live duck. We didn't know how we were going to catch it, we just knew that it would happen.

So we arrive at the park and begin picking out our victim. One duck seemed as though he wanted to try and show off (for the ladies) so he tried taunting us. He stayed on land as the rest of the ducks fled into the protective waters of the pond in the middle. He got our attention diverted away from the other ducks, which was not a good thing. Me, Tyson, and another random hero "triangled" him and threw a shirt around him. Random hero held his wings and then Tyson helped him pick the duck up. We were so astounded at the fact that we had just captured a live duck that we could not stop laughing. We took our picture and then tried to figure out how to get him back to the house. Tyson's trunk looked like a perfect holding cell. It was only about a 5 minute drive, so we didn't feel THAT bad about it.

We didn't win the scavenger hunt, but it was a glorious day anyways.



Here's Fred:

Summer has since passed and college life here at UT-Chattanooga is back in full swing. I'm older, my friends are older, and we have a year of experience under our belt. But don't think that means that we're getting more mature by leaps and bounds :P Yes, we have matured in some aspects, but at the same time, we are still kids.

Having said that, the new year brings a few new questions into play. Will I stay here for the remainder of my college career or will I look farther (California). For those that don't know, I grew up in a coastal community in Southern California called Carpinteria.

I could tell you that I LOVE SoCal...but that would not even begin to describe my feelings for it. I'm very proud of where I come from and I'll always stand by that, which makes me start to consider finishing my education out there. Then again, the friends that I have made out here and the things I've learned about the culture are invaluable. I can't just leave all this behind. Not yet.

Take, for example, my two new room mates this year. Rick Van De Bovenkamp, from the Netherlands, has become a good friend of mine. Badr Bouhabdella (sp?), from Barcelona, has given me quite a few good life lessons already. They're both awesome and I love hanging out with them. Yes, Tyson is still one of my room mates!

So, I don't know yet!

Okay...more funny stories! I promise they're coming.

So as many of you may know, I went to the E.R. on Sunday afternoon. I'm okay and the story that is to follow is by no means meant to be serious. Laugh at it and don't feel bad for doing it :)

Here's what happened:

It was a cool Saturday evening and the boys and I were finishing up leading kids in an event called Reality Check with Red Bank Baptist Church. The weekend was geared towards leading some small groups with younger kids but the evening activities were notorious for shenanigans happening. Of course, we love to keep traditions going.

We loaded up with water balloons at around 11:50pm on Saturday night. It was Josh Parrish, Tyson Ward, Reilly Liner, Kevin Brown, and myself. Reilly and I were completely decked out in camouflage with mud smeared on our face; you know...that Rambo effect. The plan was to freak the house of girls out and hopefully do as little damage as possible at the same time

With water balloons in hand, Reilly and I crept up to the house to get more accurate shots while Kevin, Tyson, and Josh sat back about 50 yards and shot balloons with a water balloon launcher.

As I made my move to flank the house from the back I started running, and that turned into a full out sprint. I threw my balloons and made a straight line to where the rest of the crew was. I spotted what appeared to be a hard covered top of some sort. Being that it was dark and I was running at full speed, I didn't have much time to process that this might not be what it appears.

*Right here is where I should have taken that time to asses the situation a little more, but being me, I chose not to*

I was going to cut the corner of this supposed hard top and make my way to the black abyss where the rest of the guys were hidden. I took one step on it and quickly realized that this was nothing other than a soft top covering for a pool. Great, I'm at a dead sprint and now having nothing to run on but water. Crap. At this point I slip and start a rapid downward fall towards the concrete siding. I then landed on the siding of the pool with my lower chest/upper abdomen....hard. I quickly got up and started uncontrollably gasping for air. Reilly saw my struggle and said "Dude, are you okay?" I wanted to come back with a cute reply like "No, I'm just holding my chest breathing really hard because I feel like I need to" but all I could do was point at my rib cage.

All of the above happened within about 3 seconds.

I then began taking deeper, controlled breaths and was able to slow it down to normal breathing soon enough. I figured I hadn't broken anything because of the lack of extreme pain, although it did hurt quite a bit.

The next morning sucked. I woke up with excruciating pain in my chest. I won't go into details, but there were certain signs that my insides might be messed up so I decided that after church I needed to go to the E.R. I checked myself in and waited around for a little until my name was called.

They checked me out, gave me a CAT Scan, and I waited. About an hour and a half went by where I was just chilling by myself in the room with an IV sticking out of my arm. The trauma team then came in and told me that 3 different doctors had looked at my CAT scan results and said that everything looked fine and that it was just bruised badly. They were still debating on keeping me overnight though, but after giving me his own check he decided it wasn't necessary.

Since I had been there for about 2 hours, and Tyson, being the bro that he is, was waiting for me in the Waiting Room, I asked the lady at the desk if someone could let him know that I was okay. She said that someone would bring him back here shortly. He came back and we chilled there for about another 30 minutes and still no one had come. ( I couldn't leave because I had an IV sticking out of my arm). So we started messing around with the bed and doing a little exploring.

After 4 hours of hanging out in the ER I was finally released and am going to be perfectly fine once the bruise heals on the inside.

Thank you to everyone who let me know they were thinking of me! It really is appreciated a ton!

Go ahead...laugh.

Well, as the semester is dying down, the time to sign up for next semesters classes is here.

Everyone looks forward to waking up at 5:50AM on the morning of their assigned sign up date. "Why would anyone want to wake up at that time?" You might ask. Well, they start at 6AM so your best chance is to wake up just before, enter all your class information and then go back to sleep in hopes of getting at least a little bit more sleep before having to wake up again to attend your morning class. It's great!

Mine went semi-smooth but as my luck has it, I ran into some problems.

In my preparation the day before I was figuring out what classes I needed to take and when I needed to take them in order to have an easy breezy schedule. I had pretty much run out of Gen. Ed. Classes to take and it was time to begin working on my classes for my major. My advisor suggested two 300 level classes and I gladly chose to take those as they sounded very interesting. So, 5:50AM rolls around and my alarm is going off, awesome. Nothing better than waking up to two of my alarms and two of Tyson's going off. I managed to get myself out of bed, start my computer, and log into the registration page. 6AM soon came and I began entering in all my information for the classes. Half asleep, I read a message that the system kicked back to me. It said " You do not have the required number of hours to take 300-400 level classes." Yeah! Awesome! Now, instead of having everything flow smoothly, I have to figure out what the heck is going on. It turns out that because I'm a Freshman, I can't take 300-400 level classes until I have at least 23 hours. I only have 15 until the end of the semester and my current classes are logged. Sweeeet.

The thing about it is, is that I need to have at least 12 hours per semester to be considered a full time student. Right now I'm only at 10.

Being that there was nothing I could do at the moment, I signed up for the rest of my classes and went back to sleep. I woke up a few hours later and checked out what else I could do. I find that I can also go get some forms, fill them out, and get them signed by both the instructor AND the department head to show that I are smart enough to take them thar smart kid classes. Pah.

Today I went and showed the forms to the intructors and department heads. I got into one with no problems. The second one, I didn't have such luck. The intstructor refused to sign it saying that she "wants to make sure that the seniors can get into it first" and to "come back next week if it's not full." Soooo, even though the Seniors have had more than ample time to sign up for this class, and I'm doing mine on time, I can't get into it? "Correct." Sweet, I'm just a Freshman and don't know what I'm talking about anyways. Lame.

Oh well, at least I'm now considered "full time" with a whopping 13 hours.

Waffle House, known to a select few as "Wh", can be a totally new experience for someone who has never been. It is my belief that Waffle House should not open until around midnight or so, being that that's when they receive most of their revenue from poor college students like me. Going anytime before about 1am is just boring. There's no one that is drunk, the best employees are still getting their Waffle House gear on at home, and most of all, the atmosphere just isn't the same.

We (Tyson, Kevin (another room mate of ours) and I) try to go to Waffle House at least every Friday or Saturday night between 12am and 1am. We do this simply for the reasons stated above. It's interesting. We also have our favorite servers...or better put as people that wear Waffle House stuff and just talk to you the whole time. We've been so many times that they know us almost by name and our hope is to one day be able to server ourselves our own drinks by walking behind the counter and doing it.

I won't name the employees specifically, but we'll just title them "The Greatest Restaurant Employees Ever To Walk The Planet." I think that's a pretty good title.

There are many good laughs to have at Waffle House, and I think everyone should take a trip out to their local one at around 1am and see if they don't have a good time. You'll find it's impossible not to end up crying from the laughter...do it.

Labels: Bobby, Chattanooga, Travis, Tyson, UTC, Waffle House

The following isn't necessarily a legendary story by any means but I'm sure that since the bar has been set, only more humorous and more interesting stories will follow it.

Mid winter in middle Tennessee isn't necessarily the most exciting thing...however, there are a few things that can happen which make it very much the opposite.

It was a cold December night, and Tyson and I were out at the local shopping mall with nothing to do. We stopped by at Chik Fil-A to see Tyson's girlfriend and hopefully get a free/discounted milkshake...or something. Once Tyson had got his fill, we were left with nothing to do. As we were pulling out, I thought "Hey! Lets drive through the drive thru....backwards!" Brilliant.

We maneuver the car around so that it doesn't get stuck while entering. Meanwhile, two other vehicles go in the right way, like most boring people do. So once we get into the drive thru, another car pulls in, unsure about what to do. They sit at the entrance, obviously struggling with the concept that someone wants to go through the drive thru backwards...how typical. Once the driver (female, by the way) realizes what's going on, she finds it quite humorous and starts laughing. I make our order and we get the instruction to pull around. Obviously the person working the order station realizes how creative Tyson and I are for changing things up a little bit. We like to make other people's jobs interesting.

Once we get to the window to pay, we are greeted with a very uninteresting employee of Chik Fil-a. I figured we would get some kind of...."haha" but no, nothing of the sort. Oh well, we got our kicks out of it, and enjoyed the small waffle fries and two FREE waters that we ordered.

Hopefully things will only progress upwards from here...look for more stories about it once we get back to Chattanooga, where there's more interesting people.

Labels: Bobby DeBarge, Chik Fil-A, Drive Thru, Mt. Juliet, Tyson Ward

So as my first semester of college life has come to an end, I have to look back at it and consider what I have actually learned. I know I've learned more than just book knowledge, that's for sure. Here's some insight from my perspective as to what college seems to be really about.

For some people, college is a whole new experience and can be either very stressful, or it can be a very enjoyable event in one's life. I, for one, have enjoyed my first semester thus far.

First off, I have learned that grocery shopping sucks. It really does. Knowing how much I need and what I really need was a hard concept to learn. When I first arrived at college, I was going crazy on groceries and buying whatever "looked good" to me. Looks like Wal-Mart does a good job at advertising....oh well.

Secondly, I've learned how to manage my time better. Classes are tough to keep up with if you don't write down everything, and I do mean everything. Papers have this funny way of creeping up on you. Even though the professors, being the intelligent people they are, give me 2 months to complete a paper, I somehow think that I'm smarter and only need one day, or even one night, to complete it. I found out real quick that that's not the way things fly in college.

Lastly, is the topic of relationships. Don't bank on finding that "special" person within the first few months of being at college, it just doesn't happen. Patience is the greatest key to finding that person. Well, it's actually more of them finding you it seems. No matter how hard you try, you aren't going to find the companionship by hitting on everyone you think is "compatible" with you. It gets you nowhere as I've learned from personal experience.

So, I have quite a few semesters ahead of me in college, but hopefully they'll only get more enjoyable from here.

Tree ya.

Labels: Chattanooga, college life, UTC, Wal-Mart

First of all, I would like to say sorry. I'd like to say sorry for the fact that Tyson and I haven't written anything since September. College has been hammering us lately and we haven't been able to to sit down to write the events that have occurred in our lives. The following story was quite humorous when it happened, and it still gives us a good laugh to think about it now.

It was a warm Friday evening and I had the wonderful idea to do something mischievous. I didn't quite know what to do, but I knew it had to be to one of my three great room mates. Being the genuine guys that they are, why would anyone want to do something like that...

Kevin, Travis' room mate, told me that when he wakes up in the morning to his cell phone alarm, he sits up really quickly as if a bomb went off. So, I thought it would be funny to set his alarm clock for 3am...or some time around that. The thing about it is, is that Travis has (or had) an old time alarm clock that has the two bells with a hammer in the middle. He never used it for an alarm because of the annoying ringing sound it made, hence why he uses his phone. Being that he only used it for the purpose of a clock, I figured he wouldn't notice that an alarm had been set ( he didn't...=])

As the night rolled on, I went to sleep with a smile on my face knowing that Travis would be woken up abruptly in a few hours. Little did I know the events that would unfold following the alarm...

So as Travis explained to me, this is what happened. The alarm went off as scheduled. I failed to mention the fact that I hid it in one of his drawers so it would make it harder to find...I'm so mean. Travis must be magic though, because when he saw that it it wasn't on his desk, he opened up the drawer I put it in. He then proceeded to hit the snooze button and fell back asleep. Five minutes later, it went off again, and he reacted about the same except this time throwing it on the ground, which turned it off. Another five minutes go by and once again, the alarm sounds. This time Travis isn't so joyous to be woken up to this wretched sound. He grabbed the alarm clock and threw it up against his wall, therefore shattering his perfectly working alarm clock into a million pieces....okay....four.

At this point Travis wanted some revenge. He not only wanted an equal amount of revenge, but he wanted to get us back even more than we had done to him. He took his cell phone into our room and put it in the middle of the floor. He decided it would be funny to set both my phone and the alarm clock to go off about 5 minutes apart. Although that task may seem pretty simple, it was not. Tyson has this weird habit of moving around when any noise is made around him. So, Tyson would roll around in bed when Travis would make the most minute sound, making Travis hop around hiding. He told us that he was jumping and diving under the bed trying to avoid detection...

The next day we all had a good laugh about it and we still do today.

It's pretty fun to mess with your room mates.

Labels: alarm clock, blog, Bobby DeBarge, prank, room mate, Travis, Tyson Ward

Today was a beautiful Monday afternoon, which is perfect weather for bee hunting.

As Tyson, Abby, and I were outside enjoying the sun rays, I noticed a bee buzzing from grass blade to grass blade, obviously trying to find some nectar for the queen. I then came to the brilliant suggestion that we should catch it, freeze it, and tie dental floss around it and keep it as a pet!

The only problem was, we didn't have anything to catch it with. Luckily, Abby came to the rescue with a cup and lid in hand. As the final moments of the bee's free life came to an end, we found a hole atop the lid!

Oh no, tragedy strikes!

We managed to get some tape and tape it shut.

I put Sam into the freezer and said my goodbye's. If only I had known these were going to be the last goodbye's I ever spoke to him, I would have made them more precious. Oh well.

Evidently, in order to perform this feat, you have to just make the bee cold enough so that the body slows down, not completely freezes.

I'm sorry, Sam.

Labels: bee, dental floss, Sam

It's sometimes hard to hold a conversation when someone or something is distracting you. It's even more difficult when you're on the phone and you have tootsie pops being rocketed at your head. The following story contains graphic, candy violence and should not be viewed if under the age of 5. Reader discretion is advised.

It was a sunny afternoon in Chattanooga, TN when Tyson received a phone call from a friend. Little did Tyson know, this would not be any ordinary afternoon phone call.

When I realized who the caller was, and that the phone conversation had minimal importance, thoughts of mischief entered my mind. I then began looking for something that could possibly distract Tyson or make him lose his train of thought. That's when I spotted the five or six tootsie pops on our kitchen table.

I had to make a decision. I could either be nice, and let him continue his conversation, or I could spice things up a little bit, or rather sweeten them. I chose the latter. I picked up the tootsie pops without making it obvious as to the situation that was about to unfold. With tootsie pops in hand, I began launching them at him with full intent of hitting him with them. His reaction was similar to a Mexican jumping bean. Now, normally this would have been an easy situation to dodge himself out of, but he's on the phone and must hold a conversation.

As I came to the final tootsie pop in my hand I needed to make sure it was a direct hit. (the following part of this story can best be described as one fluid motion that happened within about half a second) I took my aim and threw the pop. It was thrown with such force and accuracy that it hit his phone and knocked it out of his hand onto our coffee table. His cell phone hit at such an angle causing it to close and end the phone call. After a quick laugh, Tyson had to compose himself in order to re-dial the number and explain what had just happened.

Needless to say, I was practically on the floor crying because I was laughing so hard. The look on his face when it happened was priceless and I still get a little chuckle out of it now when I think about it.

Ah, the joys of college :)

-Bobby

So, as my friends and I made our way into the school's cafeteria at lunch the other day we were struck with a problem. There were more students trying to eat than there were seats. We searched and searched, eventually finding a table in the back that had 4 seats around it...there was 6 of us. After we had gathered enough chairs to squeeze all of us at that table I started to look around. What I saw shocked me.

As I looked around, I noticed several booths, just in my general vicinity, that were occupied by one person, just reading a book. At any other time during the day, this would have been perfectly acceptable, but at lunch? No sir. Not when there are people struggling to find ONE open seat for themselves and eat before they have to rush to their next class.

The school has many different venues for studying, many of which are much quieter...such as the library! At lunchtime, the cafeteria is very busy and many conversations are taking place, a why would you want to:
A) Take up a whole booth for yourself when there are single seats.
B) Attempt to read/study when there is a high level of static noise around you.
C) Continue to stay there once you notice that people around you need seats.

Now, I don't have doctorate in ergonomics or anything, but common sense tells me that you shouldn't take up an entire booth for yourself, just so you can read and do that cool little thing where you prop your feet up on the other side.

If you're reading this going "Oh my gosh, that's absurd", then you're right. It's really freaking absurd and it needs to stop. I want my lunch table gosh darnit.

-Bobby

So I know that this is a topic that is probably well covered and has been re-hashed over and over again, but I want to bring it up.

In today's society, college means partying, which HAS to mean alcohol is involved. What happened to the days of going to so and so's birthday party and just hanging out. Nothing mattered when we were younger, why should it now? Yes, I know how prevalent alcohol and many other substances are in college, but why must it automatically be associated with it as soon as the word "party" is mentioned. Also, why must college be all about drinking and making decisions that you'll probably eventually regret?

Even though I've only been here for a week, I've been able to meet enough people to know that alcohol, drugs, sex, and many other things are a common occurrence around here. So, I've been thinking...why? Because it's one of the only ways you can fit in, right? Wrong.

Many of the newer students come here knowing close to no one and one of the only ways to meet new people is to go where there are lots of them, otherwise known as parties. It's obviously not easy enough to strike up a conversation with someone in between classes, or in the lunch line. You have to be inebriated before any conversing can happen, that way you can pretty much act however you want and no one will know any different. It seems to me that that philosophy carries on from year to year in a never ending cycle.

What made me want to write about this is a conversation Tyson and I had with a few girls we met today at lunch. They were telling us about how they weren't "alcoholics" as I claimed they were. So I asked one of them "Well, how often do you drink?" She responded with "Not that much, just probably about every weekend." Yeah, she's an alcoholic, and the first step to recovery is admitting your problems =]

They were both shocked when Tyson and I said we didn't party/drink. It was as if we were some foreign beings, and the fact that we don't drink didn't register in their minds.

Everyone chooses the path that they travel in life, ours happens to be a lot different from most others in college. Oh well, we still have fun.

-Bobby

Labels: alcohol, Bobby DeBarge, college life, generalizations

Tyson and I experienced something that's semi rare to find in a college enviornment tonight. Fellowship through religion. Somehow society relates college life, especially on a Friday night, with parties, alcohol, and other activities. Tonight we experienced something different.

At lunch, Kevin (one of our room mates) told us about a "progressive dinner" that was going on later in the evening. He explained it as a way for us to find a new church here in Chattanooga being that we all had just recently moved here. For those of you that don't know what a progressive dinner is, it's where you eat at a couple different churches, eating different parts of your meal and getting to know the people at that church.

It was a really good experience and a relief to see this at my school. The fellow students that went with us were really easy to get along with and easy to talk to, and we all had some good laughs. It really made college feel more like "home", although I know it never truly will feel exactly like home. Anyways, we made some new friends that will hopefully not be a one time thing.

I'm so happy it's friday. Woo.

-Bobby

Labels: Chattanooga, CRU, Friends, Religion, Tennessee, UTC