37 dias

What's up everyone? I'm tired as all hell.

I had the lovely opportunity to add someone to my "disrespected dumbass driver" list (along side Whatley of course). This particular douche got all aggro when I got in front of him. He probably just got his restricted license and mommy and daddy bought him a new car to reward him for his 2.8 GPA, and now he drives like a fucktard because it's the only way he right knows how. Good for him. I hope he wrecks his new toy in a minor little fender bender that causes his insurance premiums to go irate, just as 50% of teens do.

If you notice I made the title today in Español. Correct, that was no mistake, I did it to reflect on the project I'm doing in my ethics class. The project is about 75% bullshit, 25% legitimate, 0% concerned. I'm doing it on the Honduraña Cruz Rojo, and the hospitals of San Pedro Sula. My bibliography leads to sites that are only in Spanish which probably makes it difficult to determine the validity of my claims, and that's just fucking funny.

Holy shit Mr. Zorn is teaching. This is interesting, he's leading the class discussion on the book. He seems to like his reading. Again, good for him. Very enthusiastic, very motivated. That'll take him far when fused with his knowledge and intellect pertaining to English and Reading. Oh he's nervous. Talking WAY too fast. I wonder if he's ever done this before. He asks a question...kinda dances around it...specifies...let's another kiddo answers...and answers it himself before moving on. Very fast paced discussion.

So we have a few indicators that Spring is near. First off, Pineapples are in season. You start seeing the early bloomers in the lunch line, haven't been served since like September. It's always good to take a tropical fruit to remind you of Spring. Second off, milk officially expires in Spring. That little date on the milk jug reads "MAR 07" rather than some date in winter. In the time it takes refrigerated milk to spoil, it will be Spring. Yeah I know. Third, March schedule is coming out at work. I get to put into my phone's calendar what I'm doing on Thursday March 31st. Fourth, those white fuzzy buds have been growing and are now prevelant among the branches and twigs of Bradford Pear Trees. In two weeks those buds will become immature flowers, three weeks mature flowers, five weeks we get leaves. Yeah, it's coming. Strap in.

Mr. Zorn really enjoys books. I have never in my life seen someone actively enjoy the book I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. No offense to Maya Angelou or womens literature, but IKWtCBS is about the most boring book you could put on paper. For a book with a rape scene, it's really fucking boring. But Mr. Zorn digs it. God I hate books. I don't hate reading, mind you, I hate books.

Mr. Zorn claims he'll be out of town for the latter half of the week. I really wanna ask him where he's going, because that interests me, but I have a feeling that if I do he'll say something like Somerset, Kentucky. And I'll lose interest instantly. Because Somerset sucks. The reason people go to crap crap places (aside from business and family and whatever) is beyond me.

Well I'm gonna go attempt to figure out O'hare terminal procedures to the best of my ability. Adios.