Current Musical Choice: Rush, Fifth Order of Angels Tour, 1974

So, uh, yeah...Ben had fucking 69 endnotes on a 15 page paper??? What in the fuck was he thinking? It's okay--even God has to be envious of something. So, here I am, trying desperately to reconcile Confucian and Taoist ideals on the Superior Man, but it ain't happenin'. Also, I think that the MATH test on Monday is going to own my face. Own it something fierce.

I wish I had the chance to write about a man and his son hunting in the middle of a forest in Middle Texas. Then the father is accidentally shot by someone (or caught in a beartrap, or something equally stupid) and the son is forced to help this man who has abused him so horribly in the past. That would be great. Somehow I don't think I'm going to get to it this week.

Other ideas: Sci-fi story about a soldier sent in to "pacify" Palestinian militants. Not sure how the middle goes, but the end is so good and ironic you kinda want to piss yourself: his moblie armor suit is rigged with explosives and he is blown up in the midst of a terrorist compound, by his commanding officer! Yeah!

That's all I got. Later.