Can we not keep posting on the forums out of general convenience (we dont pay for bandwidth, we dont have to mess with code and servers, and we dont have to try and round everyone up and recruit them for a new site), or has this left such a bad taste in your mouth that you're finished?

Managerial Accounting (3 cr)
Marketing (3 cr)
Into to Global Business (3 cr)
Theatre History II (3 cr)
Fundamentals of Nutrition (3 cr)
Intro to Aerospace Engineering (1 cr)

That last cl.ass I dont even need, but Pick-a-prof says its a lecture cl.ass where everyone gets an A for good attendance (and its only 1 hour on a friday). I figure its an easy GPA booster and I can just bring my laptop to cl.ass and post on Gamespo.

So I've been thinking about this advice a lot lately, having heard a lot of people say it to me. Is it just me, or is this awful advice? The ones who say that seem to be the ones who also say smile and proclaim that money can't buy happiness. O RLY? Well it can buy food, transportation, health insurance, a dental plan, a place to live, and numerous other things we'd pretty damn unhappy without. It seems to me like everyone who says those things is actually financially well off, and is just blissfully ignorant to the fact that their money has indeed bought happiness. The financially stable adults who feed me that line while sipping a 4 dollar cup of coffee from starbucks need to do a little introspection. I personally would rather do a boring job and not have to worry about eating spaghetti 3 times a week, or never getting to retire, or getting cancer and being a victim of the worst healthcare system in the developed world. I can't think of any job that would be more stressful than that.

My first test bent me over. I'm gonna up the ante and pull out a B, then switch my major to business law.

If I ever have to read another 100 pages about balance sheets and income statment tabulation, I may jump off the empire state building.

I won't. I'll purge him from my memory. He'll be as absent in my thoughts as he already is on the WWE website.

I have little tolerance for seeing people say how much they'll miss Benoit, or how they want him to R.I.P. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, and can deal with this however they feel is best. So keep in mind that the following rant is simply my opinion on how benoit should be remembered.

What Benoit did in the ring does not erase the fact that he bound his wife, strangled her to death, and smothered her 7 year old boy. His legacy is forever tainted, and nothing he's ever done is worthy of acclaim. He is a monster, whether you want to believe it or not. He robbed an innocent young child of the right to live; he's a disgusting, putrid savage.

Claiming that he shouldn't be defined by his actions over 3 days, or that you still respect him, or whatever is either a poor coping mechanism, or a willful ignorance toward a terrible, terrible act.. This sort of attitude is dangerous. Would you give a public tribute to Hitler because he was a master of ivnoking pathos in his public speaking engagements, and because he expedited the growth of the German economy? Would you give a public tribute to Osama Bin Laden because he was extremely creative, and contributed several scholarly theories to Islam? Hell no you wouldn't, and if you tried, you'd probably get your ass handed to you. Vince himself apologize for memorializing a murderer (kind of) and he damn should have.

Imagine how much better the world would be if everyone held everyone accountable. Imagine if moderate, virtuous Muslims held murderous jihadists accountable. Imagine if every American with civic pride demanded that a Congress and an executive branch with a total of one child in Iraq quit sending the children of disadvantaged communities to war without an absolutely impeccable exit strategy. Imagine if everyone who valued human life made it clear to their elected officials that abortion and infanticide are NOT ok. Imagine how much better race relations would be in this country if those Americans of integrity had stood up to slave owners earlier, repudiated compromises, and DEMANDED that human beings not be treated like property.

It needs to be clear to any man who even thinks of laying a goddamn finger on his wife or child that society will never respect him again, and that his legacy on this earth will be worth less than a Calculus book written by paris Hilton.

"The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing." -Edmund Burke

Think about it.

My car sucks, and I'm a poor college student.

*turns on some emo music*

My grandfather had a heart attack Tuesday afternoon, but is starting to recover. When I heard about it, they'd already put in the stints and gotten the blood flowing through his heart. I thought he was in the clear. Unfortunately, due to some preexisting conditions, he's got all sorts of complications that require him to still be in the ICU, probably until Monday. I've been up at the hospital all day the last few days only coming home to sleep, but things are a lot easier now that we *think* its a question of when he'll recover, rather than if. And its easier visiting now that he's not disoriented, and not fighting us on semi painful procedures intended to save his life. At this point, pretty much all news is good news, but for awhile I was getting so worked up about new developments I didn't know what to do. This was compounded by the fact that I had to get every piece of bad news explained to me by the staff so I knew how serious it actually was. A couple of upper level biology classes would have saved me a lot of distress. Its quite an emotional shift going from thinking about what I want to say to him before he passes away if it gets to that point, to joking around with my family and starting to relax a little bit now that his doctor is talking about full recovery and him working with a physical therapist.

As selfish as this is, I want him around to see me graduate college and get a job. I actually lived with my grandparents for most of my childhood, and have an immense respect for the sacrifices they made to help give me opportunities I wouldn't have had otherwise. I want him to see me finish growing up and see the product of his labor.

Also, I have a newfound respect for everyone involved in hospital work, from the physicians down to the staff. I've realized how relatively ridiculous it is to say that Lebron James thrives under "pressure" when there are surgeons with sharp objects that could kill a critical pateint if moved too far to the left by 1/4 of an inch. That's pressure. And the staff who may not be capable of heart surgery are brave as well. I've witnessed 3 families so far receive the news of their loved one passing, and its torn me up. I can't imagine having to do it almost every single day.

Please keep my family and I in your prayers. (Or thoughts if that's not your thing.) It's been a long week, but I think there's light at the end of the tunnel.

There shouldnt even be a debate.

I have a chance to get a 3.8 this semester (Damn calculus), if I hold serve on all my finals. Dont let me ruin that by spending hours on end here. Thanks.

One of my best from from high school has already permanently relocated to San Antonio. Some of my friends-but-not-that-close-friends that stayed in town dont seem to have changed at all, and still talk about high school, and go to all the events. Other than one close friend from high school, the only people I hang out with are ones from college that live close.

Finals were a drag, but 3 weeks off is enough. I'm ready to go back to mass processed food and sharing a bathroom with 3 guys, boredom is starting to set in.

Its yell practice though, not what you were probably thinking.

We better beat La tech by at least 2 TDs, and Javorskie Lane better hold on to the effing ball. That Army game was an embrassment. This is our last chance to fine tune the offense and defense before tech rolls into town.

Before I start my story: Go hug your parents. Now. Hug your siblings. Go call your grandparents and tell them you love them. Call your friends and let them know how much you appreciate them and how much they mean to you. Death is such an enigmatic and sad thing, and the time you'll spend doing what I outlined above will be so minimal compared to the time you'll spend the rest of your life agonizing over what you wished you had said.

Ok, so here's my story:

6 months ago, 3 days before my 18th birthday, I start dating the most wonderful girl in the world, Michelle. My preconceived notions of a relationship was a union between two people with mutual intellectual interests, and a physical desire for each other. But after a couple weeks with her, I discovered that a real relationship was so much more. It was about the synergism between two people, the unity of two being, the ability of a selfish flesh to deemphasize one's own needs in respect to his partner's.

Our relationship had its bumps as do all, but I was confident that as a couple we could succeed, because our relationship was built on the 3 pillars tangential to success: a belief and trust in the Lord's plan outlined in jeremiah 29:11, open lines of communications, and an understanding of the meaning of true sacrifice. Everything was going great for us; even her father seemed to like me. Her dad is a Baptist minister, and she said he was almost the sole reason her past 3 boyfriends had split with her.

So now fast forward to last night, our 6 month anniversary. The evening started routinely enough: I took her out to a nice restaurant, sweated over what I could afford, miscalculated the tax, and scrounged together just enough to cover the bill and leave about 4 cents tip. From there, we went and saw Pirates 2. Well, at least she did. I was too busy, staring at her, memorized every nuance of her existence, planning our future, and cherishing ever second I spent with her as if it were the last.

Then there was the ride home. As I was driving home, I was thinking of all the things I wanted to say, but just didnt know how to put into words. When we finally reached her street, I just gazed into her eyes. The look we shared was more eloquent and more telling than all of Shakespeare's sonnets. We then shared a soft, passionate kiss.

She then suddenly began weeping, and pointed out that i was about to leave for college, and she still had a year left of high school, and that she saw so many couples trying and failing to make it during that period of separation. I told her that we weren't like most couples, that we had an impenetrable strength. She then weeped some more, and asked me how I knew I whispered softly in her ear that Mahatma Gandhi once wrote that true strength came not from physical capacity, but from an indomitable will. I said that I had an indomitable will to do right by her. She paused and gave me a look of new found confidence. The moment was transcendent--yet at the same time it was very real.

I told her I loved her, and as I leaned in for an embrace, I suddenly felt a cold, slimy claw on my pelvis. I looked down, and Michelle had morphed into a crab!. Now I've killed crabs before, but this was no ordinary crab! It was a crab from an ACTUAL HISTORIC JAPANESE BATTLE. Her second claw then gripped by throat. I felt my life flash before my eyes while in her tight vise. I knew there was only one option: I must attack her weakpoint for massive damage, or cease to live. With a heart heavier than the state of texas, I performed a real time weapon change, and killed the only woman I ever loved.

As I was crying, I noticed that right before she died, she morphed back into human form. Despite my grieving, I reaized that if I didnt get away, I'd be charged for murder. I heard a siren, and knew that my 86 Ford Aerostar (with a trade in value of 599 US DOLLARS) would be no match for the cops in a chase. So I quickly jumped out and stole a car GTA 360 ****and dashed off quicker than a car from RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDGE RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACER.

Looking back, even with all the classics, I wouldnt pay $600 for the ps2, or the SNES. Not even the ps1. I've been a hardcore Sony fan, but with the cavalier attitude they displayed at E3 and the lack of substance to back it up, it looks like this is goodbye for me. You could say I'm having a 360 degree switch in allegiance (which would actually be untrue, it'd be a 180 degree switch, but hey, I thought it sounded catchy)

This is how Division 1 crowns a champion!

Against my better judgement, I ate some Chinese rice with MSG in it. 6 watery stools and one puking session later, here I am.

Same humor as last go around, but nothing amazingly funny like in the original when Gaylord thought the vase containing Robert Deniro's mom's ashes was another hidden camera.

But it was fairly entertaining. Go watch it if you have nothing better to do.

Sorry, nothing worth seeing in here. Just want to know how many people actually read this journal.

I get strep, take an antibiotic to get over it, wait froever for the bacteria to quit giving me the runs, then catch a cold. maybe I should just stay in all the time

After making arguably the Best Bond game ever (Everything or Nothing), they release the biggest Bond flop since Nightfire. Wouldnt that be awesome if Bungie acquired the Bond liscense?