Shetbeg.

So tonight I had to compile 15 of my essays from this semester's Art In The Cities online class. I think it goes without saying that I didn't have 15 to compile. I had 9. Which is not bad considering the fact that.... well, considering it's me. But I did get all nine in, AND I commented on the discussion board = mission accomplished.

Today I was driving down the frontage road along I-94 towards DNTWN St. Paul with CJ and Anna when all the sudden I see this navy blue Crown Victoria turn it's lights on and got directly behind my truck. All I could think of for the first five seconds was "Oh my, I should get out of this officer's way so that he can serve and protect!" I thought that until as I moved to the side he moved in sync with me. "SHIT. SHIT SHIT SHIT. SHIT." That was all I was thinking for the next thirty seconds as I put the truck in park and shut it off. Placing my hands on the wheel I waited patiently with CJ and Anna, muttering about how he couldn't be giving me a ticket, it was my first offense! I had a spotless record! A clean slate.

So the officer gets to my window and asks for license and proof of insurance, which I provide very cheerfully. He says he will return shortly, after informing me he pulled me over because I was going 44mph in a 30mph area. News to me! I knew I was going above the speed limit, but had no idea it was by 15 mph.

He returns with the news: "So, I could give you a speeding ticket that would cost you $130.00 and let you be on your way. But, this insurance card is expired. I do believe you have insurance, so I tell ya what... I am just going to give a citation for failure to provide failure of insurance, all you have to do is make a photocopy of your valid insurance card and send it in with the citation to the address on this envelope. Have a great day."

Me:"But officer, I think I have a valid thing in my wallet!"

Officer:"Have a nice day, sir."

It was only a few minutes later that I realized what a deal I had been cut!!! Not only do I still have a clear record (provided I go to the court building and show them my valid insurance card), but I now have my first experience with the police out of the way and it went very well!!

Other than that, life is average, which I am okay with. I have my hardest final tomorrow afternoon in Minnesota History, and I am not looking forward to it. It is my hardest class when it comes to quizzes and tests, and each time I do not do all that well. But I know that if I expect to do any good at all I have to go in with a positive attitude and maybe actually prepare a little bit. I am going to listen to his podcasts on the topics we will be covering, which include: 1968 and other political happenings in Minnesota including Walter Mondale, H.H. Humphrey.

Basically I have my work cut out for me tomorrow morning when I cram.

By the way Betch, FUCK YOU!!! -Shoes.

I Just Wanna DANCE

So tonight is saturday night... the first saturday night in recent memory that I have not had extreme amounts of homework to complete, meaning tonight... we DANCE!!!

First Ave. TML, dark lighting, sweaty bodies, awkward arm flailing: the best a man can get short of a lap dance from John Goodman (which I really hope happens someday). I have been wanting to get out and dance for so long! There are three days left of the spring semester, three more finals one of which is a Analytical Poetry Research Paper due wednesday that I have 1.5 paragraphs thus far.

My grandma is in town this weekend for Mother's Day, and it makes me REALLY happy to see her. I hand't seen her since Easter, and it worries me that she is in her house all by herself. Granted, she does have neighbors that are also widows and they check up on each other. It would make me feel better if she just moved down to the cities. I can't see her doing that though, having lived in the country all her life. And I would rather have her spend what is left of her life living independently and in a location she loves, than anything/anywhere else.

I turned in that paper that was due monday or tuesday (I can't even remember anymore, sad) with only a page and a half done explaining that with everything that was going on I had hit a road block. I am fine with what I did get done and I am ready to accept whatever grade comes through in the end. Hopefully it is something better than a FAILING grade.

ALSO! I got home from work yesterday and at home I saw a little makeshift book/binder with my Grandpa Max's ancestry, and get this... the shit goes back 17 GENERATIONS. The last date of birth they have for someone in it is 1360. I am apparently a little bit French too. It is SO cool learning about your old distant existence.

Job is tolerable. Family is good. Life is moving forward.