The First Entry

Finally, after reading post after post on this thing we call the blogger, I have created my very own blog. In the words of Dr. Frankenstein, "It's alive!" Oh well, big deal.

It's a Friday and it's very boring. I work at a library and on occasion I do succumb to the ill effects of boredom and such. Not much to today. The annoying people usually come on Mondays and so by the end of the week everyone is pretty much somewhere else, which is the way I like it. I prefer boring and slow compared to busy and arduous.

It seems that by the end of the week, I will be finished with exams. I made the unfortunate mistake of taking a full load over the summer of college classes. I took Sociology, History: Absolutism to present, Public Speaking, and my archenemy, English Fiction. My last exam is a take home exam that includes many essays to write. I am dreading it so bad. Chances are that I might make a "C". In extreme cases, I can make either a "B" or a "D" I hate this class so much, but I must fulfill my English Lit requirement. About a year ago, I was contemplating becoming an English major with hopes of mastering English and teaching, but ironically, I have done an about-face. I am one class short of hating it. Although, I still have plans to become a freelance writer. English: Right now, I have a love/hate relationship with it. Hopefully, I will do okay in the class. I should pretty much know my letter grade sometimes by tomorrow or sooner. Bribery would come in so handy right now.

I get off at 6 and I plan to work on my stupid English essays. No time to watch cartoons and experience the other joys of life. (E.g. Smirnoff, playing video games, writing, social life, etc) Speaking of social life, my girlfriend will be busy with her friend's wedding this weekend so we probably wont be able to talk until Sunday afternoon or late evening. That's sucks. Long distance relationships are harder than are perceived.

That reminds me of something else I hate besides my English Class this summer: It's cutting grass. I absolutely hate cutting grass. Why can't grass just be the same height year around? It must be some government conspiracy to help with the economy. Let's think about it for a second. First, you need a lawn mower. You buy one from a store. That encourages manufacturers and industries to make them, which requires workers and sales people to sell them. Then you have buy the "EXPENSIVE" gas to powered them. That requires going to a store to buy gas, which, in part, pays a gas tax to the government. So the government gets money two ways: Taxes from the people who make and sell the lawnmowers (INCOME TAX), and taxes (GAS TAX) from the people that buy the gas to power the stupid lawnmower that wont even crank up half the time.

That’s all for now. Maybe I will have something more interesting to report. Btw, my name is Kevis Wadlington and this is my story.