Word of the Day: gumption Brrrrrrrr...it got freakin cold today. We had an 'in-class' essay in Western Civ today over either Marx or Rerum Novarum, and I didn't have anything really prepared. I mean, I kind of knew what she was going to ask, but I didn't have something planned out with things I wanted to say. I didn't put any effort into planning at all, actually. All I did was walk in and sit down and go off of the questions. I winded up writing about Rerum Novarum, but I really wanted to write about Marx. I thought it would be fun, but I knew it would take me longer. That's fine, though, that I wrote on the encyclical. It's just really funny about taking Western Civ II and Principles of Economics because you have to read Rerum Novarum and Centesimus Annus respectively. I'm just happy I know what's going on in economics when I'm reading JP2 since I already read what he's writing about. I have to read the rest of Centesimus Annus tonight, though. It shouldn't take long. Something in psychology prompted me to think about my mommy (which seems kind of stilted, perhaps). I miss her a whole lot. I miss how things used to be. I just wish I could make a whole lot of money somehow and make her less worrysome. Not that all the money would make her happy, but I could pay for college and her car and everything she worries about concerning me and my future. I just want her to be happy because she deserves it. __________________________ Later that night... So Kate made me go to TGIT with her tonight because it was The Pat Boos Salsa Explosion. It was actually really awesome for more than one reason. Reason one--I love that kind of music. I don't have the Latin blood in me, regretably, but I do love to dance to it however badly. Reason two--Ohmygoodness, Dr. Germann plays the trumpet. What is going on in my life?! Reason three--I was sitting perhaps not directly next to but in extremely close proximity to C.McG. I learned many things in those few minutes about him than I knew before, and I was slightly dissappointed. Ah well, he's still hot. Speaking of being hot, man was it hot down there in the Rat. For some reason, and this is true at every place I've been dancing, everyone crowds together in a tight bundle regardless of how much space there is to dance. I have this theory, then, which stems from this observation--it seems to me that being in contact with other people's sweat is an intergral part of dancing. I mean, it's one of the points of dancing, espically in enclosed spaces and especially with someone. Well, that's what I think, at least.