Delicious Autumn and the Sidewalk of Death!

Today, I walked amongst the falling leaves and the changing trees of my campus.

I saw beautiful sights.




I even met a Scissortail Flycatcher!


I saw some more beautiful sights.




I met a threatening squirrel.


I saw some more beautimous trees.



And then, I spotted this wonderful Monarch butterfly!


I decided to chase Mr. Monarch, in hopes of attaining the perfect shot of the butterfly. But instead, I was attacked by the Sidewalk of Death!

The evil Sidewalk of Death! My greatest foe on campus. He's buckled and cracked like a freakin' fault line runs beneath him. He's always trying to trip me. I declare him a lawsuit waiting to happen. This picture does not due him justice in showing his true evilness. Beware of the Sidewalk of Death!

There Once Lived An Evil Child...

There once lived an evil child. She was so evil that she frightened her suitemates with her wild, evil behavior. Now, we shall see a scene from this horribly corrupt child's life.

Cast your mind. It's a relatively quiet evening in the suite, with three of its four occupants working on homework. The rooms to each individual room are open. Out of the silence, one of the girls in the second room blurts out, "Oh, no! I just deleted my paper!"

In the first room, this one particularly evil child jumps out of her chair and begins to laugh maniacally. She runs into the poor suitemate's room, laughing crazily and making a fool out of herself.

From the third room, the only child not working on homework has a look of horror on her face. "That is the meanest thing ever! What is wrong with you?!"

The evil child looks at her, stops laughing, mutters something about how the suitemate deserved it, and goes back to her room.

There you have it. A peep into the evil child's life. We know not the name of this evil child. We only know she's evil.

October 12 of 12

So, I decided to participate in the 12 of 12-ness this month. Many moons ago, this guy named Chad thought it would be neat to take 12 pictures of your day on the 12th day of the month and share them with the world. It really is an exceptional idea. I mean, I enjoy getting to peak into other people's lives via 12 pictures once a month. But my pictures are so... boring. Perhaps this is because I'm a poor college student that does nothing but study, but oh well. Here goes nothing.


1. This is my lovely bed that I hate to leave in the morning. But alas, morning came and I had to turn off the ugly, blaring alarm clock and make the bed. Usually, bed-making does not occur until later in the day, but I woke up feeling ambitious.


2. And here I am deciding what books I need for class from my handy dandy bookshelf. There are actually five shelves, but I only took a picture of the bottom three. As you can see there are a lot of books.... and these are all the books for my classes with the exception of two books that were on my desk from last night's studying.


3. This is the dorm, or residence hall, that I have lived in for the past three years. I took this as I was coming back from Brit Lit class.


4. This is my very small refrigerator that has more water than food. I was trying to choose something to eat before work. I ended up eating a sandwich.


5. And it's time to head to work. But first, I must go to the post office. This is a picture of one of the trees I see from the first crosswalk I take to work.


6. This is my cash register at work with all its bright colorful buttons. I work at the convenience store on my campus 4 days a week. I've worked there for the last 5 semesters. This was a particularly slow day.


7. Because it was so slow, I was able to do quite a bit of studying at work. Here, I'm reading some F. Scott Fitzgerald for my Modern American Lit course. Notice the beautiful ring my Mam got me last weekend.


8. After finishing my required reading for Modern American Lit and American Lit to 1865, I started rewriting the History of the English Language notes I took yesterday. And yes, I realize that I am a nerd.


9. Okay, usually, I don't take notice of the trash can/ashtrays on campus, but this one caught my eye. Perhaps it was because there was a little bottle of McCormick's Mint Extract resting among the cigarette butts. What is that about?!?

Also, as I was walking home, this kid was listening to some mp3 player and singing quietly and very squeakily to a hard core rock song. It was hysterical. I would have taken a picture of this kid, but I didn't want him to think I was some sort of crazy taking pictures of strangers and whatnot.


10. The great door to my dorm room! Such a lovely sight to behold at the end of a long day. The "I <3 Jim" and the "tk's workspace" are little shrines to the television show, The Office.


11. Of course, there is the unhappy sight of the "Things Due" list and calendar to greet me once I get that door open.


12. And the unhappy continues with me sitting down to read this horrid book for Young Adult Lit. Blah.

That's my day. The end.

Lame Excuses and Stalkers Galore

So, former Representative Mark Foley takes full responsibility for his behavior to the male pages. But first, he has to acknowledge that he was molested by a clergyman as a youth.

Let's insert a major rolling of the eyes here, shall we?

Marky, Marky, Mark. Haven't you heard? Confessing that you were molested by a clergyman is so 2002! I'm sure you could come up with a better excuse. We've all heard that excuse and wah! Wah, wah, wah! Just because something happened to you doesn't mean you have to do it to someone else, nor does it make it okay. The content of those messages could make a sailor blush! I mean, seriously. I'm sure the writer of those messages could come up with a far better, less boring excuse.

Foley's lawyer presented this molestation information. He also mentioned that Foley is gay. This, according to Thomas Paine, would be known as heresay. We're hearing about Foley via a secondary source and not from Foley himself. This lawyer could be making up stuff willy-nilly.

The heresay business isn't what bothers me. It's just the darn lack of an original excuse. I mean, if you come up with an original excuse, that's what people will remember the most. They won't remember that you mentally assaulted teenage boys with sexual messages. They'll remember the wild and crazy excuse you gave.

Like my excuse for no longer watching Nip/Tuck, a show that I adored in its infancy. Of course, the show has lost its way in my eyes and gone a little crazy, but I was ready to give the show a new chance. Until...

I watched tonight's episode. In the first five minutes, I learned something from one of the episodes I had missed. The kid of Christian that was raised by Sean that looks frightningly like Michael Jackson? He's all in need of help and stuff. And he's found something to help him: Scientology.

Damn you, Tom Cruise! Can't you leave me alone for once? Everywhere I go, there you are, jumping up and down and preaching about your Scientology or boasting about your fake baby or the Joey Potter you brainwashed.

Seriously, just leave me alone, Tom Cruise. Go bother Mr. Foley and teach him to come up with a better excuse.