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Supple everything. Supple is like gizmo. O Shintz. Beautiful.

Well, I got my paper written, it's utter crap. I'm so afraid for my tutorial with my professor because he is going to rip me to pieces. I can't believe that I was actually able to put together five pages of BS with notes and everything. I remember at the beginning of the semester I couldn't barely BS three pages. At least I learned a new skill.

I guess I've fallen into the college student doldrums. This semester has not had anything terribly stimulating that makes me want to stand up and SHOUT! C'MON NOW! SHOUT! I digress. Not like last year when I had my liberal arts class and philosophy. I guess I could try to connect it all, but that would be too hard. Next semester does not seem to hold too much promise either. At least after next semester I'll be one class away from being done with my minor.

It sucks that our football team has to play in Texas. I guess Mark and some guys were thinking of going on a road trip if they make it past that. It would be nice to go to another national championship game as a fan, and actually get to see the game and not have to sit in nose bleed seats, sprint down the bleachers with a sousaphone on, only to have to sprint back up them, and see the opposing team tie the stinking game. Does that still bother me? Yeah, a little.

So I got to train at work yesterday. Some whiny 29 year old single mom. Why do we always get the winners? First thing she says to me, go slow because I was in a car accident and I have a slight concussion. I think she thinks I hate her. Of course, everyone at work knows that I am a complete jackass most of the time. Right Connie (well except to the girls I like ;) )?

I've decided to take my weeks' vacation, yes, that's right after 22 months of working in that place I finally get paid vacation, the week after Easter. Mostly because that is also right before the week of exams for winter semester. That, and I don't want to take it during the summer because I probably won't be working there anymore and I don't want to have worked there for 2+ years and not gotten any benefits, save raises, at all.

Am I complaining about work too much? Oh well. Hey and Jones. Hey Jones. Haigh and Jones. The English Reformation(s). Great, paper sucks.

Props out to Liz for making our presentation much better. That was awesome, considering I typed the damn thing up in like 45 minutes last night when I was dead tired and mad because she hadn't gotten online yet. I figure we'll get full credit because Judy is such a good grader ;).

I've got a Pilgirm lesson plan coming up in my Diversity class. Yeah, our "brother" Melvin is doing the PowerPoint. Tammie doesn't think we should trust him to do it, especially since Natalie is going to be involved. I trust them. Natalie did some good work on the Recess presentation, they just can't see it because they're too busy being bitchy. Say that three times fast: Busy Being Bitchy!

Everytime I think I am getting lonely again, I just have to remember to stay strong. Perhaps it's a general trend that I think that girls are more friendly too me when those feelings of loneliness come back. It's like they have to flirt with the guy that they know they don't want, but just want to toture him because he's lonely. Of course if I wasn't such a pansy, then I would take control, flirt back and see if there was some real interest there. But we all know why I can't do that.

I fell like my History class has caused me to view the world like the Giver. That was a great book. It's one of those that I am really glad that they made us read in school. It's a great transition story, even if it is kind of out of this world and science fiction. Actually, now that I think about it, The Giver was anti-communist propaganda. The society that the boy lived in was completely socialist. There were women who were breeders, and others who were assigned children. Sounds like something Hillary Clinton would enjoy since it does take a village to raise a village idiot. No, but then people were assigned careers by the government. Their sexual desires were supressed by the government. Everyone was absolutely uniform. But then the boy steals the little baby, and as he travels farther away, things become more like it is in America. Clear, crisp, snowy, with a mother at home. The American ideal, an idyllic picture.

"Sunshine was he
In the winter day;
And in the midsummer
Coolness and shade."

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

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