A narrative with a grammar lesson

I'm sorry I haven't posted anything lately. I have been meaning to post a review of both Live Free or Die Hard and Harry Potter and The Order of The Phoenix, but I've been procrastinating as usual. I should have those up by Friday, hopefully, because as of noon on Friday I am removing myself from the Internet and the news and any other source of global information. I shall return to said media when I have finished reading Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows. I have waited too long to have some big, bold headline on Yahoo! blow the ending of one of the greatest series ever written. Moving on, tomorrow I am going to start doing some work for a local aquaculturalist/biologist over at the Community College. He needs someone to organize his class information and to make it accessible on Black Board, and so I'm going to learn Black Board and help out in the hopes that I can salvage another summer squandered with my trademark procrastination. I just printed out my paltry resume on the off chance Mr. Kemp might want to see it, but since he knows my Mom and since I am 'volunteering,' I doubt the need will arise. I should add that I am nervous as hell about working for anybody and terribly afraid that I won't get any biological experience credit out of the experience. But I'll think about that tomorrow. In other news, the TV room is coming along nicely. It is completely sheet-rocked, and just about everything (minus the ceiling) has a first coat of mud (or 'joint compound' if you prefer). I decided to learn how to mud the cracks and corners where pieces of sheet rock meet, and that has helped to increase the speed at which the room progresses. Dad said that he'll take care of the second coat, which really means: I'll try and salvage what you've done to the walls. In a few weeks, Becca and I are going to Charleston to spend a week with Darren and Kim. I'll get to see Hobbes and Pi and their new house, and of course Kim and Darren. It's bound to be a wonderful week and I'm ready to go now! I have finished two puzzles in the past two weeks. One was a 750-piece Thomas Kincade (I just love his puzzles!) that I completed in the course of one night. The other was a 1000-piece rendering of Cinderella's grand arrival at Prince Charming's castle that took me one whole night just to get the edge-pieces together. Several nights later I discovered that several of the edge pieces were incorrectly placed, so I had to rearrange them to correct the issue. Several nights after that, I discovered that the entire top half was off by a three-piece-wide column that fit perfectly both within itself and with the pieces bordering it, except for color. It took an hour of rearranging, swearing, and shoving to get the damn thing to go together correctly, but I finally managed it, and I completed the puzzle this afternoon. Good riddance! That's all for now, but hopefully two new posts should follow this one quite quickly.

(By the way, "you're" is a contraction of "you" and "are." If someone desires to use a possessive adjective, the correct word is "your." )