"I think of square roots as hospitals for sick patients. You know, patients with multiple personality disorder. Here's a two and he says, "I don't know what to do! I see myself on my left and on my right!" And this two's name is Harry..."
~my math teacher explaining square roots

"What is it that you love to do, you have to do. What sets you free? . . . And I'm not talking about sex."
~my english teacher

"I learn where you are by location. I know Grant sits over there. If he stands up, I have no clue who he is."
~my math teacher again

So I've got my first paying job. It seems that I am wanted to coerce all the rich parents of Valley Christian High School, who are invited to a special dinner, into giving money to the school since the teachers get paid crap. I am being flown up to San Jose to edit a 'teachers are heroes' type of thing to show how wonderful these people are and to show that they actually need money to live just like everyone else. And I'm making a music video for a band who will be playing at this dinner thing. Best of all, I get money for it.

On a completely different note...the band is doing well. "What band?" you are probably saying. Oh...that's right, I've never really talked about it, but I'm in a band. We are still just getting started out, but Breakfast Epiphanies will hopefully be able to play some local clubs soon (or just Chapman's little quad area while people meander around and eat lunch). I'm slowly getting better at bass, and maybe if I ever figure out how, I can get some sound clips of me/our band playing.

And this is really dull...sorry. I'm just not in a creative mood in the least. I'll update later when I won't bore you all to death. Maybe tonight.

I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.
~Hunter S. Thompson