We now return to our regularly scheduled blogging...

What a week. I feel like I have been tired for all of it. I have put a lot of time in the studio though - my "job" involves listening to the cds that different companies send us and see if they are good or not - and I have been taking care of that after slacking last week. But even last night, I went to bed sorta early and still felt really tired all week. Oh well.

First mini class is over. Well, it will be when I hand this project in tomorrow. The class was newspaper editing and design. We had to put together an entire front page and I was pretty happy to get a 93 on it. Then she handed us our average in the class and mine was an 89. I was like C'MON!!! So basically this thing I am turning in tomorrow is make or break. Let's hope to make it...

We were sposed to go see the midnight showing of Transformers on Tuesday. Apparently, everybody else wanted to also as when we got there it was sold out. Made another attempt the next night, but after spending three hours in the studio, I was kind of tired. When the person I was sposed to go with changed plans, I just chilled. Now the date is set for Saturday matinee (times are hard out here, haha).

Speaking of money, apparently I have less than what I thought. That's never a good thing. Looks like July is going to be a struggle month. But at less two trips to Crestview are in the works. Independence Day weekend and then UFC 100 featuring the Brock Lesnar fight. Can't wait for both of those.

And now, for my two cents:

Say what you want about Micheal Jackson, the man made some damn good music back in the day. I still jam out to him every now and then and I remember loving his song in Free Willy, haha. But the man, not the entertainer, was a dirty guy. Is this going to be about how he should be remembered? No, that is up to you. Everybody has an opinion and they are entitled to it. I just hope I don't offend anybody with mine, which is this: Nobody knew him, so why are there people saying they are sad and are going to cry? My friend said she turned on BET 106th and Park and people were balling in the audience. I just don't get it. I loved Heath Ledger as an actor, still do, but I didn't want to cry when he died. I didn't know him. The only time I came close to feeling sad when a celebrity died is when Eddie Guerrero passed away. Yes, I realize I am giving away that I am a wrestling fan, but his was actually sad. He was a man who was down on his luck at one point but he pulled himself together and got out of it. And that night, it showed all his friends on there balling, and tribute videos that yea it did get to me. But the man who brought us Thriller and stand up comedians an endless supply of jokes? While sad, it's not that emotional. Like I said, everybody is entitled to thier opinion, this is just mine. Maybe I should have put this more elegantly, or just plain better, but it's late, and like I said... tired all week.
Random lyric of the day:

So you stand on the corner
Where the angels sit
And you think to yourself,
"This is it, this is it
This is all that I have
All I can stand
Is this air in my lungs
And this coin in my hand"
That you tossed in the air
And I fell, and I fell
All the way to the bottom
Of the well, of the well
Like those soft little secrets
That you tell, that you tell
To yourself, when you think
No one's listening to, well