"'cause it's Friday; you ain't got no job... and you ain't got shit to do."

-Chris Tucker (Friday)

Hey, I can dream can't I? The fact of the matter is that although it is Friday, I *do* have a job and I have *too* much to do. But oh well maybe I'll turn this Friday into something great after I get out of here today.

The weather right now is absolutely perfect. The high yesterday was about 68 degrees. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. Because a cold front had just rolled through, the sky was crystal blue persuasion.

My classes grow increasingly more difficult as each day progresses. The only class I have that brings me any enjoyment is my Creative Writing Short Story class. I can honestly say now, that I am greatly looking forward to getting my masters and/or doctorate in Creative Writing. I can't wait to get started.

Although being a Sociology major will get me out of school quicker and easier, I am increasingly becoming aware that Sociology isn't for me. And that's fine. I'll graduate soon enough.

I can't say how reassuring my Creative Writing Class has been to me. In our class, each person turns in their story for the rest of the class to workshop. I can't honestly believe that some of these stories were written by English majors. Most of them have all kinds of problems that would take too long for me to elaborate on. Most of them have really obvious spelling and grammatical errors. Most of them are really shoddy stories that have absolutely no character development or sweet imagery to chew on. And almost all of them to a person end their stories with some kind of twist. And not even particularly interesting or clever twists. If I ever write a story where the final line reveals a twist, I give you permission to shoot me until I am dead, dead, dead.

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As she entered the room, she noticed her mom talking to her lover.

"Honey," said the mom. "I'd like to introduce you to your long lost brother."

The End

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The Houston Astros are like the little engine that could. Only the can't and they're stalling halfway up the mountain. Two games and two blown leads. Bad pitching will do that to you. I close my eyes and think of what could have been. All 4 healthy pitchers. All 4 15+ game winners. Pettite, Clemens, Oswalt, and Miller. Man oh man. They'd be shuttin muthas down!

I was half joking the other day about the Yankees. I DO want the Red Sox to lose, but I'm not *that* big of a Yankees fan. There is something reassuring though about a team that wins so much. I like the Yankees in the same way that I like the Lakers and the Cowboys. You gotta respect a winner. And with Houston not providing me much, I've latched onto these types of teams over the years. It's a natural spillover I guess.

*edited*

Nix what I said about the Cowboys. I am a legit fan of theirs.

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I don't have much planned this weekend. I may go to the State Fair, but that's all contingent on how much writing I can do this weekend. Not much else going on! Peace out

matt out

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joke of the day:

How many surrealists does it take to screw in a light bulb?

Bumble-bee