Thoughts

It's 12:19am on Thursday, October 11. I'm a little sleepy, but I don't feel like going to sleep. I'm watching "American Justice" on A&E about The Lipstick Killer in 1946 Chicago. It's pretty good. I have no idea if the guy's guilty or not, but I can imagine nothing worse than spending every single day from age 17 until the day you die, behind bars. I don't know- it sounds like this guy didn't really do it. Two women were murdered, and a little girl was kidnapped from her bedroom, beheaded, and thrown into a sewer.

On a lighter note, I got my Gordon Ramsay fix tonight; "Kitchen Nightmares" was excellent, as usual. This restaurant was particularly disgusting. The chef served Chef Ramsay rancid pesto. Ew.

Ted is so sweet! He's so cuddly and affectionate. He's cuddled up at my feet right now. He's my little buddy. Too bad he just farted. Gross. Ted Theodore Logan is his full name. This is corny as hell, but I want to get another dog just so I can name him Bill S. Preston Esquire.

I took my midterm for my Teaching Reading in Secondary School class tonight. I'm an awesome bull-shitter, so it was a piece of cake. Speaking of cake, I bought cake mix and icing at the store yesterday. I don't even like cake all that much, but I had a burning desire to bake a cake. Maybe I'll do that Sunday while watching some football. I'm so excited! The undefeated Patriots are playing the undefeated Cowboys. My head is telling me to go for New England, but my gut is saying that the Cowboys will win. I don't bet on it, so whatever. As long as my teams win, I'm good.

So Vince and I talked for awhile on the phone. At one point we discussed the whole abortion issue. I understand the pro-life argument, but we have to get real and understand that if abortion was illegal, desperate women would resort to horrid, medieval methods to accomplish the task themselves. Even if you disagree with abortion, it has to be legal because at least the women will have it done safely and as humanely as possible. What really pisses me off are those people who drag their little kids, who don't even know what abortion is, to protest outside Planned Parenthood. Jesus, let your kid make up their own damn mind!

I want to go shopping at Ikea in Chicago. Well, Schaumburg actually. Whatever. I love that store.

I'm bored.

So I'm still contemplating a move. But then I started thinking. What if I get a teaching job while I'm student teaching? Of course I'd take it! But then I think it would be a million times harder to let it go and actually get the fuck outta here. I really don't want to be here forever. There's so much more out there, and I really think it's time for me to move on. I'm still considering South Carolina, and I would like to look into Savannah, Georgia. But are there really any urban, inner-city schools in sleepy Southern towns? Not likely. I don't know what to do.

Man, this dude was framed. This legal system is totally fucked up.

I'm anxiously awaiting the release of Michael Moore's documentary, "Sicko". Can't wait to rent it, even though I know it's just going to piss me off beyond belief.

Uncle Tom's Cabin is a really good book.

I don't buy into the whole majic thing, but seriously. How does Criss Angel do it?!?!

Ziploc bags are getting so complicated. What happened to your basic plastic storage bag? I mean, I walk into that aisle and I'm confused as shit!

TMI, but I'm starting to get sexually frustrated.

Dane Cook is a total douche. He has officially reached Carson Daly status.

Speaking of douches, Dr. Phil bugs the shit out of me. I can't believe I used to find him slightly respectable.

I need a foot massage.

Alright, I'm done rambling. Good night.