American Justice

I've been doing some thinking. The court system here is messed up. Everyone is talking about Michael Vick, and being that i'm close to the area, I'm gonna add my .02¢ to the debate. I like dogs, ( I mean, I still have my Pound Puppies stuffed animals) and I think that the crimes that he is accused of are despicatble (word to daffy duck). BUT, I don't think the time he would serve or penalties fit the crime. Even if he is guilty, the penalty is outrageous. Up to 6 years is prison and $350,000 bucks? Thats bonkers. Its not so much the 350K fine, but the 6 years in the federal pen. Not jail, but prison. The bing. He'll be in there with rapists, murders, arsonists, bank robbers and *gasp* tax evaders. I just think the penalty is a lil harsh. Anyway speaking of dogs, here's a funny picture.

This is Great

Wow, this is off the hook. My uncle is in Puerto Rico and trusted me enough (or was foolish enough) to give me the keys to his crib. And this isn't a shack either. This is the ultimate bachelor pad. This is a mans house, flat screens and the such. Tonight I brought some clothes over here to crash. I invited some of the fellas over, because I'm trying to get a feel for what its like to have my own spot. I even went to the store today and bought some groceries, for like the first time ever. Mom would've been proud. I didn't have a list or anything, but I should have, because I forgot my luncheon meat. Anyway, I wanna have a house party or somehting. Nothing big or out of control, just a few friends you know. But i'm enjoying this. I think this will help me on my path to being grown. Really.

Do Work Son

This is gonna be interesting. I've hated writing in journals since Mrs. Elmore's 2nd grade class. Back then she made us keep a diary. Of course she didn't call it a diary, but tried to cover it up by calling it a "log" or "journal". But in my 7 year old mind I just knew it was nothing more than a glofied Diary (word to Alicia Keys).

But me and my boy P were having a discussion about how these are the best years of our lives etc, etc. and they need to be chronicled and documented. I need to start taking more pictures too. Anyway, I think by my "journal" being online and having a cool name like "blog" it makes it ok. Right?

Anyway, today I put in an honest days work. I was moving computers around all day, trying to get the school ready for the teachers to come back to work Monday. I have a love/hate relationship with my job. On one hand its great because I have a lot of free time when I don't have much to do. But on the other hand I'm bored half the time. Sometimes I feel like i'm wasting my time being there. Oh well, I know for the next few weeks i'm not going to have that problem.