Alright
Let me take a moment to say that I realize that 'alright' isn't really a word. And, no one's ever really called me on it, except for teachers, but I just want to make that clear. I still like to use it anyway...just like "prolly" and "wouldn't've". My seventh grade teacher was able to knock 'alot' out of me (now that I look at it...it looks stupid), but I'll prolly use 'alright' until I die.

Responses
Alright...so...let's take a moment to respond to some of the comments last week...

Do I think I'm boring? Nope. But, some people apparently think that I am, and it made me curious as to why. Am I going to change my content or attempt to spice up/change my life as a result? Nope. But, I'm going to take it as some constructive criticism of my writing style. The sitcom character idea is enticing, but I feel that if I applied it, it might add humor but depersonalize the journal a bit.

And, thanks for all the support guys. I really think this whole thing came off somewhat stronger than I intended though. I mean, it made me stop to think, but there wasn't a whole lot of pondering or mulling going on. I do care about what other people think, but at the same time I don't. I try to practice moderation in the area. Am I going to be happy when people say nice things and somewhat frustrated when they say bad things? Probably. At the same time, I try not to let it affect me too much. In fact, I'm often confident and carefree to the point of stupidity. =)

Dustin, I'm quite glad to find out that someone "random" actually enjoys this stuff. You illustrate a point for me though...to talk about girls or not to talk about girls? That is the question. If I talk about what's on my mind, then sometimes, I'll talk about it. Other times, I won't. It seems like people are trying to drill into my head that I shouldn't think about it so much. And, I tend to agree with them. However, the topic does occasionally present itself. Eh well.

Oh, and that last comment...Ziggy Stardust! No! No! =)

Well, on to the non-response stuff...

Intelligent Planning
This week is going to be extremely hectic. I've got four exams (just finished the first), a speech, and two papers to do in the next five days. So, I thought it'd be a good idea to meet a bunch of new people online and go to Atlanta for the weekend to distract myself. Sounds like a good idea, right?

The Girl Part
Ya know the girl in my Spanish Composition class that I mentioned? Well, I noted before that she had a boyfriend. That hasn't kept me from talking to her quite a bit though. Well, see...she's been sick the past couple days (but still came to class)...and I asked her if she was taking any medicine. She said that she was. So, I asked her if anyone was taking care of her...like her boyfriend. Subtle, eh? =P

She said that no one was. I explained, "That's not right. That's one of the big things that relationships are for...looking after the other person." She said her boyfriend had just told her to get some medicine and added that the other night he said, "Stop coughing, I'm trying to watch a movie." Cold, eh? Now, she might've been exaggerating or going for pity, but it seemed somewhat sincere. So, I get this idea in my head...why not bring her some soup the next day in class? Another girl said it was a good idea.

I ran it by some of the guys at weekly wing night. Scotty wasn't sure it was a very good idea, but was at least sympathetic. Dave, per usual, acted like an ass about it. hehe. He kept rolling his eyes and begging me for the sake of all that is masculinity not to do it. He got quite worked up over the whole thing and eventually loudly asked a waitress what she thought about it (in a very unbiased manner of course). "Wouldn't it be creepy if you were sick and some guy brought you soup?" Eh well. I just ignored the whole debacle and attempted to focus on the trivia game.

Nothing really came of it. There seem to be a lot of logistical concerns. I mean, would I bring a can "left over from the last time I was sick"? That's not very much effort, and would probably be strange. At the same time, if I put it in a bowl or thermos, that would show too much effort. So yeah...that whole long story for nothing. hehe.

Hasta la semana próxima. Oh, and the journal just turned one.