'Field of Dreams
SO! There's some new Springfieldian news. First I have changed my major from Political Studies to Public Administration. As far as I know, the difference is that people who major in PA actually get jobs after graduating. So I like that. I went to my first class yesterday - Human Resource Management... I didn't know what this meant when I went to class...I thought maybe it should be a Biology class or something. I mean the resources that come from humans are mostly used in the medical profession: blood for transfusions, organs for transplants . . . then there's hair for wigs but thats more cosmetic than anything. It took me an hour in class to figure out that the human resource is "work". Anyway, I think it will be more practical than the other crap I was studying (but it is still crap). To wrap, I will leave you with a quote from an IL state rep and one of his lobbyists:

- "Who ever came up with the idea that pregnant women are beautiful?"

- "Hey, one man's floor is another man's ceiling."

'Field of Dreams

Well it was yet another stunning night in good ole' Springfield last night. I was invited to hang out with co-workers at my new internship. The bar we went to was in a bowling alley. While I do enjoy bowling alleys, bowling would have been a plus. We just hung in the bar. I guess they picked it b/c there was karaoke. Anyway, the real fun didn't start until my friend Travis and I were on our way out of the bowling alley when we were kind of jumped by 4 guys. I don't remember who started what, but I do remember taking a punch to the jaw and not realizing it until I got in the car. Then I got the kind of mad I should have gotten when I was outside the car. I was extremely drunk and the night is spotty, but on the whole fun times were had (but not for my jaw). I wish I knew how that whole thing started but I was time travelling at the time. I did rock the house when I karaoked Santeria by Sublime. I have a massive hangover and am scheduled to play intramural basketball in an hour. I plan on sucking alot. Adios

I went to UIS basketball game tonight and I have never been so close to vomiting at a sporting event. First of all, for those who don't know, the 'mascot' or 'symbol' for the University of Illinois at Springfield are 'Prairie Stars' . . . yes . . . fucking Prairie Stars. The point is that no one in their right mind can get hyped up by chanting let's go prairie stars without being a bit....mad.....like a crazy scientist.... Anyway, there was a group of fruitcakes - maybe 10 - chanting and standing and hootin/hollerin the whole game as if it mattered. I wanted to just tell them that they go to a fake university but I was choking back some ribs I ate earlier. As if this isn't bad enough, they had a halftime show . . . with dancers . . . female . . . and one bloblike creature. They grinded on each other...with parents in the crowd... UIS managed to win the game, but I died a little inside tonight. Champaign has some serious competition out here in the mentally unstable category.

Being stuck in the capitol of Illinois while studying politics has led me to many crazy bastards. My fellow classmates, first off, are insane. Someone actually said the word 'hogwash' out loud in class while we were discussing some stupid public opinion poll. That guy was hogwashing his way to the teacher's heart when all of a sudden I realized he was nuts. I have other insane classmates who feel they should unload their political views and mundane movie opinions on me. Do I really care that "The War Room," a documentary on the 1996 Clinton-Bush campaign is the best political documentary ever? I have yet another classmate (a male) who stares at me and my roomate from across the room during class. I decided to count how many times I could catch him staring at us during a 3 1/2 hour class. I made it to 47. Simply stunning. Another classmate of mine may have been the stunt double for Kip in Napoleon Dynamite. Apparently he adores research methods and their application to the legislative process...he's a sex bomb I think. People love their politics, which makes sense if they are in the capitol, but why do they have to be nuts? They discuss politics at bars, during class breaks, online, and at the bowling alley. This is their right, but what happened to movies, music, and hedonism?