And So We Begin Anew...

Fall semester began today. I have Psych 2103 and Algebra 0099 Mondays and Wednesdays, English Lit 2130 Tuesdays and Thursdays, and Public Speaking Thursdays only. Can anyone say 4.0? Nice try.

Something Old, Something New

Yesterday was a very good day. I met my mother and Cameron at Super Wal-Mart to pick up Cam before making my way to Jasmine and Sky's house. While at Wal-Mart, I saw, of all things, the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile (complete with the vanity plate OH I WISH); the last time I saw that was when I was a wee lad of eleven and living in California. I even met Oscar Mayer himself back then, and got wiener gum (cherry flavored, if memory serves) and a wiener whistle. There was no gum this time around, but I did get another wiener-whistle, plus a couple of stickers commemorating the 75th anniversary of the wienermobile. Cameron and I got our pictures taken next to the vehicle, then it was off to meet Skylin's parents. My skills on the grill were immediately called upon, and once everything was finished I was able to spend some time with Peter and Mary, both of whom proved to be enjoyable company; their two girls as well. I need to spend more time with my granddaughter Juliana as she doesn't recognize me inbetween the 6-week absences of seeing her. Oh, well. It was a good day, with a little reminiscing, and I look forward to doing it again real soon. The only thing missing? DJ, of course. LIVER (That was for you, Kimber).

The Results Are In...

Sociology: 98.68; Algebra: 90. Another 4.0, baby!

Just When You Think It's Safe to go Back Amongst the Rednecks

          So I'm at the gazebo at school today (gazebos are designated smoking areas at WGTC) and three ignorant-as-hell hillbillies come over, already in mid-conversation and showing no signs of slowing down, which is fine with me as the gazebos are generally where any and all topics can be discussed/debated. So as they approach, the apparent ringleader of this intrepid triad is saying, "...an' thet's when I said to 'er, 'Hey, lady. I know yer a damnyankee an' I c'n prove it.' Then she ast (yes, ast) me how an' I told 'er ta spell "Yee-haw." An' ya know whut? She kuddent. So thet's when I toll her she ain't had no business teachin' anglish. I was country raised, so I don't need no damnyankee tellin' me how ta talk. They thank there so smart just a'cuz they won the war, but nuthin's changed. It's all gonna be the way it was by the time its all over."
          The other two were adding their two-cents worth every now and again, agreeing with this inbred freak of nature at every turn. Okay, anyone who knows me, knows this is exactly the type of scenario I practically WILL into existence for the simple sake of reminding ignorant people just how archaic their views are, but for some reason I just kept my mouth shut. I listened, I laughed, but said nothing. I was reminded that it is ignorance such as this that keeps hate alive. These people should not be allowed to reproduce.

A Wonderful Read

The Book of DILLIGAF says the opinions of others carry more weight than my own.

To Dennis...

Check your email at d1112c@yahoo

Thought of the Day

Why is it that ignorant people resort to name-calling when they have nothing constructive to say? Well, let us not just constrain ourselves to the ignorant when we should be all-inclusive: The feeble-minded, mental cripples, cerebrally challenged...you get the point. Oh, and for the record, this was not name-calling; it was categorizing.