It's Wednesday again. Maybe I'll start writing my web log only on Wednesdays.
- My girls' soccer team won on Tuesday. It was one of the greatest moments of my whole life. Really. Sweet, sweet, sweet.
- I got a new laptop yesterday. One problem, I forgot my password (or the computer messed up or something) so I can't log on. I swear I'm the biggest idiot ever.
- I've finally made up my mind on the upcoming election. Actually, I've only half made up my mind. This is what I've decided: I don't want to vote for either candidate. I don't trust Obama and I really don't trust McCain. That's a problem. Maybe I'll just write in somebody.
- I'm so flipping tired of being single. And I'm not saying I need to get married. It would just be nice to have a girlfriend or something. Or at least an occasional second date.
- Somebody complained about me not having pictures on my web log so I'm going to put some pictures on here. That way people who only have a second grade education won't be bored.
- The Yankees aren't going to the playoffs. I wonder if you understand how happy that makes me.
- My favorite quote of the week from one of my students: (said student was talking to a German foreign exchange student and asked) "So is Britain and Germany the same place? (the verb conjugation was icing on the cake).
- I think sometimes people use racism as an excuse. I'm not saying racism doesn't exist, 'cause it does. I see it all the time. I'm just saying in some situations it doesn't exist, but people need an excuse, so they use that. People who are always looking for an excuse need to be kicked in the head.
This is my brother S. Eliason. He's leaving on his mission. Can't leave soon enough, that's what I say (I should also here note that on our digital camera at least half the pictures are of him taking pictures of himself).
I play the game of basketball. No, let me rephrase that, I dominate the game of basketball. Bring it on.
I teach history (at least I TRY to teach history . . . some days). However, what I would really like you to notice is my receding hairline and developing bald spot. Sad, I know.
Sure, I used to go to church (that's big Stew in the sweet red jacket).
The word that comes to mind: dignified. It was like I was training to be a history teacher even back then. The sweater, the shoes, the glasses, the striped socks. Sweet.
And that's all.