No Time For Blogging

Remember back on the first day I posted and I warned all readers to not get too attached to my words of wisdom because I'm not really cool enough to stick with the fads? Some of my readers (well, actually just my one faithful reader--Keisha) have gotten attached and so I feel that it is my duty to write. That and the fact that I don't want to do my homework right now so I've been thinking of anything and everything that I MUST do. Since blogging is now my duty, I MUST do it.
I will tell you about my adventures in Searcy over the week. I'm getting a MED in reading at Harding, and for part of the masters we have to go to Searcy and get tortured. Literally, tortured...not just jokingly exageratingly tortured. First, we had to sleep on mattresses that felt like they had been lined with rocks, but not just any rocks, rocks that had been coated with an extra-super hardening liquid. Second, we had to memorize about 150 pages and repeat them verbatim (he was generous enough that if we missed one or two words he might let us slide). Third, I had to spend 9 days with sleep-derived, brain-overloaded, kid-missing women who were already semi-crazy in the first place [just kidding....kinda....well, crazy or not, I really did like the women I went to Harding with].
I knew I was in for a really long weekend when the first night we were there, three of the four women were crying hysterically on the potato chip aisle in Wal-Mart. What brought them to hysterics? One of their kids was hurt? No. Their husband just got in a wreck? No One of the ladies ACCIDENTALLY hit one of the other ladies in the arm and hurt her feelings ? YES! [this was kinda the straw that broke the camel's back...but still!]. Believe it or not, it went downhill from there. I'll leave the stories for another night because my brain can no longer rationalize why I'm blogging and not doing my homework. I've done my duty, and now it's time for homework. Unless, I can come up with a reason by time I finish this sentence. hmmm....my house is very messy, and it probably needs to be cleaned up in case......in case.....in case.....in case my little Violet comes over to play tomorrow. Perfect! No homework and now Keisha will feel like it is her duty to bring Violet over. I did spend all night cleaning up my house just for Violet.

gas leaks, cardboard, and deer...what is wrong with the world today

I'm totally and completely outraged. I just spent the last two hours trying to figure out why my check engine light was on. Come to find out, someone had siphoned the gas out of my car. The siphoning isn't even what infuriated me. No, what is over-the-edge infuriating is that the person who stole my gas didn't even take the time to put my gas cap back on. This means that I had to drive home with the fear that I and my car might combust (spelling?) at any point. Seriously, if you ever get in the situation where you feel you must steal gas from someone (desperate times do call for desperate measures)at least have the common courtesy to put their cap back on. What has our world come to when people can't even be bothered to return the cap from a tank they just siphoned. Sounds to me like "the world is going to hell in a hand basket."

On top of all that tragedy, I saw a deer fly across the street like a piece of cardboard. All of the cars in front of me stopped, and I'm thinking "guys, it's no big deal...keep moving....it's just a piece of cardboard....if you really want to examine cardboard go to wal-mart." Then I saw the cardboard get up and run and then realized it was a deer. On a serious note, I hope the deer is okay. I keep imagining it in pain in the woods. I hope not.