Crater Lake...not uploaded to photobucket yet. The hammock...pictures cannot do it justice. 
Now I'm back in college, doing school work, and that other kind of work that you get paid for. Current troubles would include: understanding the Japanese students, contaminated city water, and having to wake up at reasonable times in the morning. Current good bits: classes seem entertaining enough, I haven't gotten fired, and I keep getting job offers for when I am. Anyways, I just figured I'd chime in with some pretty little pictures. There would be some sort of lovely little linguistical manipulation, but my mind is off a bit...the contaminated water in Redding gave me a lovely intestinal disease. However, I can provide you some proof that miracles happen, though on a smaller scale than most would like. You see, someone actually managed to blow my top the other day, its difficult to do...but also kinda dangerous once it happens. I tossed my fist very lightly into his gut to start with and doubled him over, but after that, I lost my cool and was going to...hurt him a little. Now the first person to tell me to tone it down, I wasn't listening to, but the second...she is my little miracle. She's a new friend of mine, I've yet to be able to be around her without a smile getting me, and thankfully her voice was capable of cutting through the "unpleasant" feelings towards my dancing partner. She got me to let him go, had me promise to not hurt him, and reminded me I promised her when he kept trying to entice me to forget. So, not much of a miracle, but considering the trouble I would have gotten into if I had smeared him across the walls, its still a miracle to me. And we all know how nice it is to have a bit of divine intervention in our lives from time to time. 
Especially when said intervention is pretty. 
Farethewell for now.
- John
"I was told the way to a woman's heart is through her stomach, as for men, I would suggest between the fourth and fifth rib with a nice sharp knife." -John, On how to get to people's hearts.