Read a Book (Dirty Version)

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I had class tonight. Intro to Personal Computers. I had a conference with my professor and got a progress report. I have a 4-0 grade point average and she told me that I really don't need this class but it is required and I cannot test out. She said that she was glad I was there, but It is soooo hard to focus because there is absolutely no challenge. She went on to tell me that your first quarter is a cakewalk and that I should enjoy it. Not learning is not fun when the classes are this expensive. At least the easy classes will give me a great start toward valedictorian.

I did decided on a theme for theses blogs. I will start off discussing my day and perhaps give a recipe or some inspiration, then select a topic that has been plaguing me. I wanted tonights topic to discuss the growing use of rap music to tell black children to do, or not to do, activities to that may or may not help in their development (if that made any sense at all). I posted a video that had a little to do with it. I do understand this video is a satire, A 100% joke, but it nags me for some reason. It pulls on my emotions because marketing to black people has always used Hip Hop and R&B music to sell anything to us. Cellular phones, cars, powered fruit flavored drink mix and plenty other goods and cervices advertise to my people with the music they think we like. McDonlads is the absolute worst. Whatever it takes to make a buck, right?

I think I may brush up on my HTML and make this blog fancy!

First Post

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I decided to start blogging. Not at all because its trendy or that I have anything in particular to say. I don't have a campaign or platform. I really just need to write. I recently started school and had to write a couple paragraphs comparing and contrasting operating systems. Not only did I wait until the VERY last minute, it wasn't any good. Although I'm confident that I will still get an A, it made me realize I am no longer at the top of my game. Sure, I could have started a journal and sat in my bed or at my desk or even just opened a blank Word document and let have, but I may say something that could help someone. Occasionally I'm pretty deep and always very helpful.

Today I fell...

Better than I have felt in a while. Daddy came home from the hospital on Friday. He is glad to be out and Ma is glad to have him out, but the stress is going to wear her out. He still has a C. Diff infection and is still very ill. The hospital sent a bag of medicines home with him. Every 4 hours, every six, twice a day, once a day... once a week, and thats just a few. He need a pill box with clock and a calendar.

I'm still a little upset that I cant use my truck anymore. I miss it. Ole Rustbucket became part of my identity. I feel empty without her; like the naked feeling you have when you leave your phone at home. Nothing ever goes right all at once. Not job, no car, I'm a full time student, nearly, 30 and living off my parents, but not with them. Such a miserable existence it is (Yoda speak).

I am majoring in electrical engineering at ITT Tech. It wasn't hard to get in. I just applied online and showed up. I decided this week that I am going to take this degree and work in robotics. I have never been any good at programming, but the circuitry and assembly I have on lock.

Hopefully tomorrow I will have some rhyme or reason to my blog. It will be more coherent and not be comprised of two sentence paragraphs. Perhaps, I won't be so afraid to use contractions.