Eight fucking pages to go

As I projected earlier today, I made a 10:30 trip to Wal-Mart to pick up two 4-packs of Full Throttle energy drinks (one regular, one whatever the fuck the other one is), a pack of mechanical pencils, and a pack of highlighters. So I'm back home by 11:00 and waiting for my caffeine medicine to find a more drinkable temperature as it hangs out with the milk and beer in the fridge. I started looking over a couple of articles, but I really need the energy drink before I start, and since it's not cold, then voila--another opportunity to procrastinate. I'm also thinking about burning a couple of smokes, but I think my body is starting to revolt. I've probably smoked a whole pack of cigarettes in the last two days--and that's something I just don't do--at least not to that degree anyway. I've been coughing lately, so I think my lungs are trying to tell me something.

These next two weeks are going to be absolutely miserable because of all the work coming up. And I'm worried about the Shakespeare class--I'll be a bitter mother fucker if I get B'd. That will cause a great deal of unnecessary agitation. But at least I've learned one thing this semester--I'm never taking that particular instructor again. For anything. Ever.

I feel kinda bad that I don't have any wild or crazy theories to throw out at this time. Several things I was reminded of today, though, and a few random comments:

• I don't care anything about national issues such as immigration. This has been an ongoing issue, and is only being brought up now to divert attention from the economy and the Iraq War. I voted Republican last election, so it's not like I'm some bleeding heart liberal--unfortunately, some fucking poll showed that most conservative Americans (generally white, middle class) care about immigration, so here is the thing for the party to push on the ticket for the upcoming elections.
• Gas prices. I also don't really care, mainly because I can't do anything but buy the friggin gas. And per an earlier discussion today about oil, the U.S. produces about 33.8%, with Canada and Mexico chipping in another 23% combined (that's about 57% for those tallying). The OPEC countries (Top Four: Saudi 9.5%, Nigeria 9.0%, Venezuela 8%, Iraq 3%) contribute about 32%--the remainder comes from a bunch of other countries. Here's a good place for facts, if you're interested.
• I still hold to my lifelong theory that the reason left-handed people have generally bad handwriting is because they are taught how to write by right-handed teachers.
• I believe that everything is relative. It is impossible to judge anything fairly outside its context.
• Women assume that being a man is easier in that there are not as many societal constraints regarding expectations and options. I call bullshit, but I still would rather be a man.
• I still stand by the old adage of "Don't trust anything that bleeds for a week straight without dying."
• I fear going into politics because I'm afraid people would find out all of my dirtiest secrets.
• I consider myself a fairly likeable person, simply because hardly anyone really knows what I'm thinking.
  
• Talk of suicide is only funny if you're joking.
• I hope that I die before all of the people I love, but I know that I won't--simply because God loves to torture me.
• I hate walking through those security detectors at retail stores because I always fear that it's going to go off and I'm going to be caught stealing something, even though that's something I would never do. But I almost always hold my breath anyway.
• A moment that changed my life happened in a sixth grade art class. I was telling a joke I had heard from a family member to a black guy who sat beside me. Without thinking, I used the word "nigger" in the joke. I felt humiliated and embarrassed of the way I had been raised.
• I had a huge crush on a girl in middle school, so naturally I acted like I hated her. We ran into each other a few years later, and she asked me why I was always so mean to her. I didn't have a good answer.
• I once ran naked through the woods with a group of three other guys in a high school hazing ritual. It makes crossing through a barbed wire fence a very slow and methodical process.
• I remember when I lost my virginity and swore that sex was so awesome that I would have it every day for the rest of my life. Funny how things change as we get older.
• My grandfather was in a nursing home once and everyone expected him to die very soon. It turns out that he didn't, but he did tell me a funny story when I visited him. He went in for a checkup, and the doctor told him to drop his pants and underwear and bend over the table. He did, then paused and looked back at the doctor, his eyebrows arched as he stared at the physician. "What are you looking at?" the doctor asked, somewhat confused by this look. My grandfather replied "I was just making sure you weren't dropping your drawers, too." Funny story to hear from someone believed to be on his death bed.
  

Sports recap: Mavs destroy the Grizzlies in game 4 102-76. Time to get home and twiddle our thumbs for a while. Hopefully all of the other series will go 7, so we can rest and recooperate. The one factor this will truly have on my academic work is that they will play again no sooner than Sunday, which leaves me all week to work on the Asswhip 521 paper. The Rangers also won 3-0 over Tampa Bay, and they're in first place in the AL West.

Finally, A Link Just for Elise.