Well, I got that damb "W" I didn't want. That's fine. I got to drop the class and I dislike my advisor for making me waste all that money that could have found a happy home in my checking acocunt. It would have been so much happier. Anyway, it's the long stretch. Wish me luck. Several things are happening within the next few weeks: One, Spring Break, 2, going to go to Mexico to baptize one of my friends baby's. 3, Symposium. 4, try for an internship in Wyoming. It has to do with archaeology research stuff and it's a paying job and also it's for 10 weeks. I not only get out of the state for two and a half months, I get paid for it. Can you beat that? Nope, thought so!

I just received the best news that any college student could receive. I don't need to take Philosophy of Knowledge because after finishing Ethics, I'll have 18 hours for my minor. My transfer philosophy elective that wasn't supposed to go towards my minor actually did. I'm in the library waiting for the History professors to return to the History house so someone can sign me out. I know that 15 hours isn't half as bad as some other students who are taking 21 hours, but 12 is soooo much better. It's not like I was paying attention in class. It seemed all like common sense. That's not true. Epistemology is good to know. Philosphy is actually fun to know, not to learn. I just wish I was dedicated enough to stay in the class. If I ever have children, I don't want them to have my ideas of "easy ways out". I'm just lazy. Today's the last day to drop the class and still get a 25percent refund. Don't care about the money, but it's the "W" that I don't want to have put on my transcript. If need be, I'll stick it out. The class, silly, not my tongue! I can't wait to find out the outcome of my little drama.

Well, it's Thursday. I let myself get talked into a symposium presentation. Don't ask me how I let it happen, but Em-J had a hand in it. I think it was a conspiracy. Anyway, I have until Monday (Midnight) to come up with an abstract of what my 12 minute presentation is going to be on. I know it'll be on the Texas Revolution. That's about all I know.

I'm sleepy.
I need sleep.
I need coffee.
I see purple ephalents at the window.
Bye now!!!
I'm hunting wabbits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Que pasara conmigo cuando de mis palabras no se recuerden?
Se olvidaran de mi?
Que tristeza me da cuando pienso que un dia no me viyan a reconoser.
Que tristeza!
Que falta!
Mi corazon no tiene poder contra mis ideas tan graves.
Tengo miedo que un dia me viyan a olvidar, pero es mas el miedo que me viyan a extranar.
Duele mas extranar que olvidar.
El amor dice una cosa y la mente dice otra.
A cual le pongo mas atencion?
La mejor pregunta es si debo poner atencion, pero jamas pregunto esa pregunta!

[Je suis, mais je ne vivre pas.]

"Lengua Dificil"
Mis manos apenas pueden escribir la lengua de mi padre.
Corecto o no, pierde mucho lo que dice cuando no es dificil.
Que mas puede faltar cuando las palabras en mi mente no van directo hase mis manos?
"Pobre Mexicano," Me dicen mis amigos mentales.
Donde dejo mi realidad cuando mi imaginacion no me deja ir?
Otra ves oigo las palabras, "Pobre Mexicano."
Puede lo que puede, pero ha pensar no puede despues.

So, SuperBowl game was great. Janet Jackson was revealing. What more can be said about a SuperBowl. Anyway, I wasn't that much into it. I haven't been ever since high school was over for me. I played in Middle School and a year in high school, but after that...Let me try to explain it to you. For someone who played it as a semi-religion throughout his life, it losses its appeal. For me it's not a spectator sport. I think I'll make that my excuse from now on. Anyway, both defense teams were on the money. Niether wanted to let up during the first quarter, but you knew that once that second quarter came around, one or both would give in. In the second half, that was the game because the defenses were tired. But, alas, I tuned the game out after Janet Jackson and Jason Timberlake. That just killed it for me. It's not right to see a twenty year old reveal 60 year old "tittie". Anyway, enough bantering and joking around. I heard something about a streaker. I'm glad I didn't watch the whole game!!