A new obsession has taken over my life. I have noticed that through playing SNK vs. Capcom far too many times to keep myself in a state of calm ethereal nonsense. In any case, it's fun and funny to watch me get all riled up about a video game. But as the title says, I hate Ryu. I hate him I hate him I HATE RYU!!
Does he really do anything else other than shoryuken? Come on...

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I showed up at my pre-calc class 15 minutes late. I was the third person done wit
I showed up 15 mins. late for pre-calc. I was the 3rd one to finish the test. Now, I have issues with that. I seriously think that there is something wrong in this picture here.
I am almost done writing my letter of interest to the Middle College High school for the tutoring job. Hopefully, I will get hired. My mother knows the principle (who is her best friend) and she was assuring me that I would get hired. I was like, errr...yeah...and hell will freeze over.
I checked out two more books, The Great Gatsby and I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. So my weekend will be nice and happy. I may be heading out to Albq this weekend and possibly during the next week during the Northern Navajo Fair, I will be in Shiprock. Mr. Lewis, I want to see you!!
Anyway, that's all for now. No sight of the cute boy from previous entry...grr...
And there is this cool thing for a whooping $1,700...yeah...that's tuition money there. Hell no I'm not paying that much!

There's nothing more fun than disrupting the fun in class with a somber sentence. That's what my professor gets for sticking me with a git of an example. We were doing sentences with subordinate conjuctions. In the mad folly of it all, and especially being grumpy due to traffic problems and lack of caffiene, I thought my sentence was highly entertaining.
"George ran away from home; then, he got hit by a car."
This got the comment of "oh god!" and "That'll teach him." Hmm...at least someone though I was funny.
Perhaps I should have added, "then, he got hit by a car and needed my insurance card." Oh well...moment is gone.

So, why do I have to sit in a class full of idiots? Perhaps I should stop being so harsh about my classmates and blame it all on the professor. Now, Professor Dyc is an intelligent woman. I can understand that, but teaching a 102 English class at a 099 level? Come on, I feel as if I am reliving Mrs. Velez's class. It's quite scary actually. But at least my professor doesn't leave us in class to take a 5 minute cigarette break. I knew I should've been thankful for something. In other words, I'm B-O-R-E-D. So now giggling is outlawed in the computer lab. Well...I never. Oh well. That's alright. I recieved a death glare from a woman just because I was IM'ing myself. Sighs, I suppose fun is no longer needed in this world. Bah! Started to read another book (Fahrenheit 451, quite a frightening book. But I love Ray Bradbury no doubt.). I have this goal to read all the books on The 100 World's Greatest Books or something along those lines. I was reading the list yesterday and highlighted all the books that I've read that were on there. Now this is when I started wondering what the hell I've been reading all these years. Then I started highlighting the books that I've read on the Most Controversial Books of the 20th Century. Turns out I've read about half of them. Now I'm utterly confused. Grrr...

I am the literary masterpiece of...
Scarlet Letter- When Hester Prynne bears an
illegitimate child she is introduced to the
ugliness, complexity, and ultimately the
strength of the human spirit. Though set in
Puritan community centuries ago, the moral
dilemmas of personal responsibility, and
consuming emotions of guilt, anger, loyalty and
revenge are timeless

Ha ha ha, there is this place called Starbase 69 in Gallup. I thought what everyone else thought it was. I thought it was a porn shop. Apparently, due to the lack of business, they put up a dozen yellow signs on their walls proclaiming that they were not a porno shop but they sold pool sticks and other gear of that sorts. In any case, I had a good laugh and thought, hmm...you could change the name.
Hmm...thank you Brucie for my books. I should be receiving them shortly. I have issues with the price of books these days. I mean come on. $93.75 for a Pre-Calc book? You have got to be kidding. That better be one hell of a book. So to half.com it goes. It's the second week and I'm panicking. I suppose that's not good for my health. Oh well.
Carol brought back an interesting subject that struck a heart chord. Now, I'm not too sure about what to do in the this situation, but all I know is that I have been having some interesting feelings and thoughts. It's all behind that wall of bitterness and pride. And why the hell did we stop talking all together?? Grr...
I finished reading The Picture of Dorian Gray. Now there are a few nasty men in that story. Lord Henry took the cake and he probably the most evil man on Earth. Well, in Literature anyway...but I was thinking about it, and what scared me was that I identified with this man a lot on his point of views on many things, such as love and the way people look at others. Very very scary.
But perhaps this is one of my personal favorites from Lord Henry, "We in our madness have seperated the two, and have invented a realism that is vulgar, an identity that is void."

It is I say. I was locked out of my car. I went to the local auto shop across the street to see if they would be able to open my car. The bright orange letters proclaiming that they were open. Lies. I hate this goddamn town. The sign says, "Open 9am - 6pm"
Anyway, I meant to wake up early this morning to see if I could enroll in the morning calculas class. Yeah, that didn't happen. I was too tired and what not. Hmmm...apparently I still can after looking online. Yay.
I had a nice conversation with Mr. Lewis yesterday. That man is such a sweetheart.
In conclusion, I'd just like to reiterate, I hate this goddamn town.

The reason for that is because I am taking a Native American Studies course that starts at 9:55. And I have to commute from Sanders, AZ which is about a good 30 minute drive...when no one's around. Due to the I-40 fixer-upper, I get to take about 45-60 minutes to get here. Hence, waking up an hour early. Yuck. Oh well, I can handle it.
The reason behind the change is that I was taking a computer course that dealt with serious questions like, "How to use the Internet" and "How to use Microsoft Word." I dropped it after about 10 minutes of boredom. I was afraid of slipping into insanity.
Today we discussed Wal-Mart's discrimination against women in the employee group. It was an interesting discussion and I was ready to tear a lady's eyes out. She was talking about how she would prefer to keep her discount at the expense of employee equity. Unfortunately, there were too many witnesses and I managed to keep my cool asking questions about why she preferred that. Such as, "Would you really want your job to keep you down in the dumps with no recognition of your skills, have the male superior take credit all at the expense of a consumer wanting to keep their discount?" She stammered a no. I'm pleased for today. :-D

I decided to come into Gallup early to catch a movie that my mother would not see with me. I decided to take my chances with the Freddy vs. Jason movie. I was curious to see who would win in the movie and was summing up the strengths in each character.
          Freddy - a dream (or nightmare). cannot be killed. many teenagers have failed at this in 9 movies.
          Jason - psychotic immortal human. has not been killed. many teenagers tried, came close, thought he was dead...then he comes back to life to kill the lot of them. Jason X was close, but those damn ants.
To be on the safe side, I placed my bets on Freddy. Due to the fact that he was a dream and managed to scare/kill the real life stars in The Final Nightmare. In any case, the Freddy vs. Jason was a failed attempt at making the final FINAL nightmare movie. The main character, a girl named Laurie was too much like the first nightmare movie. Many of the references within the movie went unnoticed. I suppose many of the audience members didn't follow with the nightmare series. All in all, it was a quite annoying movie. Though the fight scene between Freddy and Jason were quite interesting. I was rooting for Freddy and became sympathetically affected with Jason. In the end, they both lived. Boring, yes. Waste of money, not if you were curious and haven't seen a movie in a while.

I'm not sure if that is a sarcastic yay or not. I had some interesting encounters with tourists last night that made me want to shoot them and drag their bodies after the parade with my car. Unfortunately, I had no gun at the time, so that was pretty much impossible.
So anyway, I was standing in a place where I could see the parade at a close up, but I was in the way of the idiot children who kept scurrying in between my legs to go to their parents who they ran away from. So, I moved. Then some drunken fool, nudged me and told me to "move on, bro." So I elbowed the bastard and told him, "bro yourself!" Naturally he tumbled over and his druken compadre stumbled behind him. Then I moved to a place where I could see and I was stuck in a crowd of white people. So I was standing there enjoying myself, when they decided to start commenting on the performances that were going on within the parade. This lady in front of me...she seemed intelligent, I was wrong. She says, "You know, I only come to see the Aztecs. It's nice to see something different from the other groups doing the same thing." I stood there wanting to uppercut her square on her nose and leave her for dead. Then this other lady says, "Oh really? Are all the Indians really the same?" Then this old man, "Look, her comes the devil dancers!! Look kid's name, aren't you scared?" So I left gently requesting people to move for I was going to look for a gun.
sighs...don't you love ceremonial time at Gallup, NM?

I was reading the news articles on MSN today to try to stifle my anger that has been practically on the verge of erupting. My head is like that damn Mt. Vesusius, smoking from the ears and just waiting for the right moment when no one is expecting it. In my previous entry, I was speaking of the new superintendent and how she was a perfect example of a raving psychotic with issues that have not been dealt with in the most healthy fashion. In any case, I found her navy blue Chevy Tahoe today. I was at the personnel office getting document for my mother when I came upon this un-marked school vehicle. This woman uses this car for personal uses as well. In any case, I was tempted to run into the superintendent's office and wring her neck until the Navajo (that was left) choked out of her and leave her for dead. Unfortunately, I remembered that the office has glass doors, and there would be too many witnesses who would want to keep their jobs rather than thanking me for doing them a favor.
In any case, I was reading this article about the Howard Dean running for Democractic approval for the Presidental Candidacy. I was so happy about what he had to say and I submitted a question about education to him. I pray that I get that answered and then I'll see if I plan on becoming a "Deany-bopper." Wonderful day coming to a close.

Let's just sit here and pretend that none of this is happening.

Something is amiss here I tell you. Last night a friend used me as his personal voodoo doll by taking out his anger on me that was meant to be directed to someone else. Now...he writes me this long ass email about how and why he was acting like that.
My auto-response to him last night was somewhere along the lines of fuck it, you're being an ass and I don't want to talk to you. So why do I feel guilty?
I think I figured it out when I thought that maybe I felt partially responsible for his self-nullifying behavior, even if I had no participation in it what so ever. I think I am just being too damn concerned about something that can't even be helped. Oh well...
Exuuuuse me for being concerned and nice.

So I'm sitting here watching the box and there was this commercial that came on advertising phone sex. That is a concept I don't understand, but that is beside the point. There was this same girl who was advertising with a different company. Now I'm telling you....there is something rotten in California.
I miss art museums...damnnit. That was one thing that I never enjoyed about him. He didn't exactly share the same interest in art that I did. Oh well...