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I got this letter in the mail the other day from my school. The letter was an audit of the classes that I need to take to graduate. Basically to sum it up, it boiled down to me having to take a freshman level psychology class this semester and hopefully if things work out, the internship I currently have will count as credit for a class I need. So if all goes well I will only have six classes left to take before I can graduate. Mainly, if I decided to buckle down that last semester and take six classes I will be able to graduate in one year and be done with this whole college thing for awhile.

WooHoo!

Today on the way to work my car’s miles rolled over to the big 100,000 mile mark. To me this is normally when a car’s performance seems to take a turn for the worse and it’s just a matter of time until you’re forced to get another one. Although my car is running wonderfully well, there have been a few problems with the electrical system that have driven me nuts. I think to celebrate this wonderful time in my car’s life, and so it doesn’t develop a complex about getting old, I should buy it an over the hill cake. Of course I’ll have to eat the cake for my car, but I’ll make sure I mention how great the cake was while in its presence.

I think my car might like a carrot cake the best.

My girlfriend has been gone now for five days. I haven’t heard or said a word to her since six o’clock Sunday morning. I’ve been trying to fill the time I’ve had on my hands by hanging out with my brother, going to the lake, watching movies, and enjoying the company of my friends. Although preoccupying myself hasn’t been all that hard, I think I’m starting to run out of things to do, and I really am missing her.

In case you’re reading this and freaking out because you think my girlfriend of nearly five years has left me, your concerns are appreciated, but she has not. Our relationship, as always, is still doing wonderfully. She has merely gone on a cruise with her longtime friends, the Szelgia family. So while I’ve been here in Murfreesboro all week, she’s been in the Caribbean, soaking up the sun and relaxing to her heart’s content. She’s not expected to be back until Sunday night, so until then, at the risk of sounding sappy, I’ll be the guy feeling somewhat incomplete, just trying to find something to do.

Maybe I’ll watch another movie.

Just so you don’t get worried, my brother is in town, and I won’t be posting anything until he leaves. I hope you can do without until then.

I went to Logan’s today to get a club salad for dinner. This was actually the second week in a row that I’ve been to Logan’s to get their club salad for dinner. There was nothing fancy or special about it. It was juts a club salad and a few rolls. However, what caught me as odd, was when I paid for my salad the guy said to me “hey it sure beats McDonald’s”. He said that exact same thing to me last week as well! This leads me to believe that this guy says that to EVERYONE that gets orders to go.

Weird…. That guy must be some freaky McDonald’s Nazi who is single handedly trying to overthrow McDonald’s.

No McDonald’s For You!

Yeah I made the mistake of eating Krystals today for lunch. Normally Friday is fajita Friday, but I think I burnt myself out on Mexican, so I opted for those small square hamburgers. Actually I got the “gourmet sampler”. I don’t know what they consider gourmet, but one krystal, one chick, one chilli cheese pup, fries, and a drink don’t cut it as gourmet it my book. Now my stomach hurts and I keep burping the taste of Krystals.

Gross I know, but at least my house is stocked with plenty of toilet paper, unlike some other people. I’m just kidding Charly, but you really might just have to break down and do what you’ve got to do.

It’s pretty dark outside today. I just looked at my clock and realized that it’s almost 7:00 and not 6:20 like I had previously thought. If the rest of the day goes by this fast, it’s going to be smooth sailing.

Also just so you know, I have an eyelash in my eye and it HURTS!

Way back when I was in the fourth grade I had this English teacher who was somewhat off the wall. She was proud a black woman who celebrated her African heritage everyday with tradition and elaborate African clothing. It was far and few in-between that a day went by that she was not somehow trying to relate the topics we were learning in English class with some part of African culture.

One particular day our class assignment was to draw and color a picture from a scene in the movie the Lion King that most represented the struggle that Simba was going through. I kid you not that was our assignment.

Sitting next to me as always was this kid named Andre. Although you could tell he didn’t have much by looking at his dirty t-shirts and ratty shoes, he still found time to give me crap everyday. So much like the day before, and the day before that, Andre started in on me the second the class began working on our drawings. Mostly he would say smart remarks and crack jokes at my expense, but just as I was finishing up my wonderful depiction of Simba running through the desert to reclaim his rightful place as king, Andre made the mistake of slapping me in the arm with a ruler.

Normally I’m a laid back guy. I let unimportant things slide off of me. I try my best to make light of every situation, but on this day Andre crossed the line. I snapped. I kicked my chair out from underneath me and pushed Andre. He tried to grab me as he started to fall but he was only able to get a handful of my shirt. As he tried his best to grasp what was happening I punched him in the mouth as hard as I could two or three times. Taken aback Andre let go of my shirt and retreated to the floor.

The next thing I remember I was escorted to the principles office while my teacher tried to reclaim control of the situation. I sat there relieved to be out of that classroom. Andre had pushed my buttons all year and I had finally convinced him that perhaps he should just leave me alone from now on. Totally at ease from just having released a ton of hostility I started chatting with this kid sitting there in the office next to me. I had never met him before but he was a nice guy. Somehow or another we got on the topic of the newly created McDonald’s Monopoly game. One thing lead to another and before you know it he pulled out non other than a Boardwalk game piece.

I swear to you, I saw it with my own eyes. He told me that his family just couldn’t get Park Place. I tried my best to persuade him to let me have that game piece. I even told him about how my dad had TEN Park Places sitting in the ashtray of his van and we could split the million dollars.

As you can tell I wasn’t at all successful with my argument or my skills of persuasion. To add icing to the cake I know that the kid never won the million dollars. He let this amazing opportunity pass him by because he was a hands down moron. Even in fourth grade I knew a good thing when I saw it.

So the learned from all that was that I should have been hitting the Board Walk kid in the mouth instead of Andre. I would have at least been a million dollars richer.

Heather and I got bored this afternoon and counted all the change that I’ve collected over the years. The grand total came to $493.65.

WhooHooo for me. I’m the best change collector ever!