Well it's about damn time!

Geesh. Sorry, peeps; my computer's been down (I now pretty much call it a 'pooper' for obvious reasons) and I haven't had time to put anything up. It was really uncool.

You know, I've just been thinking a heck of a lot and nothing seems to make sense. I mean, expect for the math :l But that's getting old. My pre-algebra teacher called me up the other day (She's retired now) and wanted to ask me if I still thought math was fun. How am I supposed to answer that? I said "kind of" and left it ambiguous there. Then she went on telling me about these calc classes she's taking at Pima and how the teacher, while she has a sense of humor, is demanding and formulaic. So that was the essence of that conversation.

Actually, it seems like I've been having a lot of talk with people lately, whether it be commiserating on some exam or about things in general.

Person: Hey, Mitch, wouldja do me a favor?

Me: Sure. What?

Person: Get the knife out of my pocket and cut my neck...

Me: Ok... but if I take your knife and then cut my throat, too, then there will be no one to cut yours

Person: That doesn't make sense.

And I'll leave that one there.

In weight training, my buddy/spotter/pal was talking about how he'd gone through heaven and hell in 2 days. He went to court for running a red light and won; I guess all those debate things we learned last year may come in handy after all. Then he went on telling me about how his ex-girlfriend basically went and formed a mob against him and were apparently about to go after him or something; not cool. I tried my best Dr. Phil and told him to not let their crap pull him down, 'cuz you know, how many teenagers get to shoot down a cop (figuratively), the one who gave you the ticket, and destroy his testimony with his own evidence? I was in awe.

But it's just weird how conversation and conservation work so well together; I mean we communicate to keep what we got, for the most part. Annie and I wrote a short dialogue with a Jimmy Eat World song in the middle of drama and we got Rau to say he was horny. Er, Henry. Yeah.

So now I just have to wait again to see if fate's medicine ball will be too heavy to catch to throw back or not. Toodles.