| | oMg, SPrinG BrEaK!>!!<%!?!!@ Dude, bro, spring break. Sorry, I can't help from imitating my classmates. So many beers. Sorry, I'm trying. Maybe I should just post some pictures, that way I won't be tempted to.. oMg!~ pictures??!
Brandon M., Brandon B. and I at the Bean in Chicago on Saint Patrick's Day. We're releasing our first hardcore album soon, stay tuned for details. 
Okay, I suppose this is kind of a typical spring break picture. Except instead of Miller Lite we're drinking Bushmill's Ten-Year. And I liked it more than I expected. 
I procured some new trail shoes and proceeded to test them out on a trail along the river. It was muddy and at one point I hopped around beached ice floats.
On this bracket I still have all my elite eights. But it's pretty ugly.
And lastly, I figured I needed a spring break project, so I did what I could and attempted to grow a mustache. It's also pretty ugly. I promise to shave it off before your birthday. 
Not pictured: Britcher having me do a workout to near-barfing, eating artichoke hearts out of a can, sushi, seeing Riddell and Graham, having not-falafel with Heidi, working thirty some hours - throwing boxes down the stairs, speed scrabble at Olde Main, sweet drama at Cornerstone, running six miles at nine in the p.m., an abundent amount of vegetables and the [hopefully] last snow of this everlong winter. It was a good'n, now back to work, er, school and work. you have my love.
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