I don't know what you're doing but I don't appreciate it.

I have returned.

And I am at COD.

This is really weird. COD (which will no longer be capitalized due to my laziness) has already been crazy. Well, no, basically my psych class was crazy. And I will get to that but first I must give an "update" of this past weekend. It should be no "surprise" that it was a great weekend. But I have decided this: Illinois has the worst highways ever. On my way back from Ohio (that's where I was, probably searching for Nash Road) the majority of my time I spent going around 85 mph. I was making beautiful time. There were brief periods of time where I passed through construction but nothing too serious. Then of course I got to IL. There were brief periods of time when I wasn't in construction. I still think that pumping gasoline is one of the easiest things to do.

So Cilla's doing good for all of those interested. We had good times for all and I think the best thing I learned this weekend is He holds the ke-ey-ey-ey-ey-ey. And if you all don't get that. That's ok. You'll all learn it when you're older.

And so this brings me perfectly to my Psych class with Colleen. She isn't one of those professors who say, knows a lot. Rather she doesn't. But that class is good for a laugh. Unfortunately I can't stop laughing because she says the dumbest things. Today I couldn't stop laughing especially when she said she was a scientist. Or when she said that one of the best ways to know someone is suicidal is when they tell you that they are going to stand on the railroad tracks and let themselves git hit by a train, or subway, or what have you. What surprised me was when she said that she worked in a mental hospital that had train tracks right outside their door. I guess they didn't think of locks. Of course those suicidal people could have been sleep walking. But I guess that's better than sleep eating. I mean, you could be putting on the pounds and not even realize it because you ate in your sleep.

I hope I can get through it without getting yelled at too much because I'm laughing. I am probably the worst of all of us in the class. I can't help it.