For giggles (and Gretchen)

This is when I grew my beard out earlier this year. I was going to let it grow again this Christmas season so that I could prove to Garlic Boy that I am more of a man than he is. I decided to forego the beard for the sake of my poor mother, who wouldn't have allowed me to be in any family pictures if I did grow a beard. Gretchen says she thinks men rarely look good with beards. I dunno? Do you think she will change her mind after she sees these lumberjack pictures, my dear family?

My Mama

Nirvana

3. a place or state characterized by freedom from or oblivion to pain, worry, and the external world.

I'm pretty sure that I am the only Warner who has ever reached this state. Just thought I might let you know. I hope to get a new camera soon (hint, hint Leah and Sir Dylan) so that I can document a day in the life.
My semester ends this week. I am pretty dang excited. We don't start our next semester until January 22nd. What's up with that? It's pretty much the coolest winter break ever. I am getting to the point where I kind of need to decide what the heck I am going to major in. I have been taking a lot of classes just to see if I like that sort of thing and so I am afraid that I have a lot of electives stored up that aren't going to do me a lick of good! Oh well, I'll just have to go to school for three more years. No big deal, right? Old Toasty is up for suggestions on what to do with his life. I know everyone is probably going to say, "Major in Glam Rock Hottology", or, "Why don't you become a male model and help people by showing them what to wear and how to do their hair in interesting ways?". Take this into account, I want to show everyone that I can earn a living with my brain, and not just rely on my perfectly sculpted body for a career. I think Miranda's comment is getting to my head.