Another day another dollar (literally. I found one today!)

Now that I started this blog, I feel obligated to my readers to keep it going. Yes I feel obligated to you both. But nothing really important has happened to me. Those elusive gems of sparkle have been eluding me. However, I did go to Frisches last night. It was pretty bad. Big surprise there. Also, I was thinking about some stuff yesterday. I was in the bathroom, and I started thinking about some of the ideas that my history teacher from last year had about public bathrooms. She didn’t think that they should be segregated. This actually shook me to my heels, because I am a firm believer in separate but equal bathrooms. I mean, I think that they are a very important thing. I think that it would be quite awkward if they weren’t separate. But my history teacher said that when she was a girl, her family let the boys and girls all use the same bathrooms. I’m not sure that there is no difference. For one, its different with your family. At least I think so. And also its not like in a house, you have two toilets within two feet of each other with only a small plywood partition separating them, which doesn’t reach the floor and with a little simple neck craning, is very simple to look over. Of course, when you know there is a guy in the other stall, there isn’t much incentive to be craning your neck. On the other hand, if you hear a female sound from your neighbor, then some people (not me of course) but some people might get the urge to check on her. All in all, I am a very staunch believer in separate bathrooms. But hey, if you feel the need for unisex facilities, then contact your congressman.
Seeing as I am already on my bathroom soapbox, I think that I will speak about another of my pet peeves. And that is large facilities with insufficient bathrooms. This happens an awful lot with large basketball gyms. They have about six courts, but one bathroom. And as any management teacher will tell you, this results in bottlenecks. Because you have teams in the bathroom changing into uniforms, and you have people trying to use the bathrooms. Of course with a million teams and one bathroom, the only result can be chaos. And they usually only have one stall. Which means that if any one person using a stall has a run (pardon the pun) of bad luck, then that toilet is clogged, and now the other toilet becomes overtaxed. And you can imagine what happens to that one. Its not pretty.
Well, I’m not sure what that accomplished. Its just some stuff that I had to get off of my chest. Thanks for listening.

1-20-10

This is my first post.
Dear Diary,
I started a blog today. It makes me feel good to have one. Its like having a slice of me out there for people to sample. Nothing much happened today. Its the first day in the last four that I havn't been sick, so thats a nice change. In english class there is a really annoying girl who talks all the time, and since she talks about stupid stuff nobody likes her. Well, today she came into class late, and so everybody saw her. She is not what I would call morbidly obese, but she definitely is reminiscent of Psalm 23 where it says, "my cup runneth over" and she does have quite a big belly. And she came in today with a shirt whose bottom didn't meet the top of her pants, and pants whose top didn't quite meet the bottom of her shirt, and so Diary, as you can imagine, there was a gap. And in that gap, straining to get free, was about 15 pounds of flesh that she really doesn't need. Everybody in the class was mildly disgusted, but it was all good. Untill somebody whispered, "Double-stuffed Oreo!" Except they whispered too loudly, the whole class heard, and everybody burst out laughing. It was awkward.

Also, today I found out that my accounting teacher, nice old lady though she is, doens't have any hair. She wears a wig. It is nice to know that. If she ever gives me a bad grade, I will use that over her to make me give her a better one. "But Professor Brown, if you don't change this B to an A, the whole class might find out that you don't have any hair." Muhahahahah

Introduction

Here it is. The long awaited Joe blog. Back by popular demand. Actually its not back because it never was. But it is here. And its not popular because I have no followers yet. And nobody demanded it. And nobody has long awaited it. I guess everybody has long awaited it, because it did'n't exist, but they didn't know that they were waiting for a long time.

Anyhow, I've decided to make a blogournal. Thats like a blog journal. In it I will confide little things that happen to me during that day that I think will interest...my mom maybe? Because really, my life isn't that interesting. Wake up, go to school, eat, basketball, home, homework, sleep. And the cycle starts the next day. But sometimes, in the midst of these mundane happenings, there are little events that sparkle like diamonds, well, maybe not quite like diamonds. Maybe more like colored glass, but they still sparkle a little. And I will put these bits of sparkle on here in hope that it sparkles your day as well. Some people write journals, and put in thier private feelings and secrets. Thier hopes, and hearts desires. You will find no such malarkey in this journal. Mainly because it is kind of open and public and I don't want the girl of my dreams reading, "Dear Diary, Today I was able to chat with ___________ for 25 minutes on skype. She is so beautiful, it makes my heart skip a beat when we talk. And the way that her nose wiggles when she laughs makes my day." Because that would be embarrassing. I will just tell you things that happen to me that anyone can know. But hopefully that doesn't turn you off, because even if anyone could know it, you won't know it until you read it!