Neither Principles Nor Ideals Are Innate

Since I've been choosing titles that have some bearing on my life at the moment I decided to let you all into an ugly little chamber of my daily schedule known as "The Age of Exburance." If that title makes any moral sense to you let me know, because I've got figure Locke out by Wednesday.

I got off campus yesterday. This may not seem like a big deal...well, Brigid will know since she's in Gaming and anyone who's been to Ave will understand the Prison Outbreak joy in driving yourself off campus. It was a bit off a letdown to go back to prison but Angie and I made screwdrivers and smoked with Sean and Van Riper, then Sean and I walked to EMU...so last night was a very good night. And except for the fact that once again I've managed to ram my foot in my mouth and say something completely idiotic in front of the security guard. Angie and I were talking about Ave couples and how some are existentially close to perfect while others are scary and will produce scary children. Well, just as we came down the stairs and I said, "Not that I approve of wholesale mating of random Ave students" we saw, Darrell, the coolest, Southern Baptist guard on campus. And I wanted to die. "Want some water to wash down that foot?" Argh! Angie considers my skills at embarrassing both of us in public to be monolithic. (Sean just told me what monolithic meant so I've decided to randomly work it into conversation. Just for kicks, maybe it will boost my self-esteem...OK nothing's happening yet. I think in my next Dr. B. class, I'll say monolithic, then stare him down and say, "Do you know what that means, hmmm?" awkward silence until he answers...not that he ever does that or anything.