More on my editorial class...

My teacher has given us the heads up on an assignment that will not be due until April. Hmmm... and I will be doing this when? The day before it is due? You know it! No, seriously, it's an interesting assignment. We have to write a column. See, this is exactly what my dream job would consist of, writing a column. The catch in the assignment is that we have to come up with a column that no one else has ever done.

What do you think of a food column? Well, I looked that up on google and discovered that pretty much every newspaper has a food column of some kind. But what about a gross food column? I could impart my experiences in eating really disgusting things to the readers. Like duck heads. I went to an asian market once and in the meats section, where you might expect to find ground chuck roast, there were whole duck heads. I was very disgusted, but intrigued. What recipe calls for whole duck heads? One I darn well want to try!

You might be thinking: "This is Jessica right? The girl who won't eat the tacos in the Central Plaza."

Well, it's not because I haven't tried them. And I could go the easy route, and propose to eat gross stuff like old boots. But I think that even old boots have been treated in chemicals that don't do a body good. I want to try really disgusting things that someone, somewhere, actually eats. Like chocolate covered crickets. Gosh, I would love to do this for a living. And there is no end to disgusting things that people will eat and I'll eat it to if I get paid or at least alot of attention.

I kind of enjoy my editorial writing class. I mean, I don't really enjoy sitting there in class at all. I kind of wish my day ended after lunch, but that is beside the point. I have found that I enjoy arguinjg with people. And I need to clarify that point. I don't enjoy arguing with people face to face, largely because then I have to listen to them without screaming. And that is really hard. You can tell because I start to sweat with the exertion of holding back my animalistic roars.

I enjoy writing an editorial because I can put my argument out without being interrupted. Then, I get the chance to provide my stellar evidence and then pick apart the oppositions puny argument. And then I get to tell the world what I think should be done to change the situation. Yes, this is my calling folks. I get to argue without ever talking in person to another human being.

The only problem with this class is that the professor gives the class a topic that we must decide on, and I usually couldn't care less about this topic, or he gives us a topic and a side to defend. And I don't usually want to defend his stupid side.

However, I have a mean streak in me that makes me want to argue with anyone who is really adamant about their opinion, even if I agree with them. Ask Phillip about that, he knows, and he grieves.

By the way, I want to try Biscotti. Don't know why I need to tell you but hey... maybe someone has some, so I don't have to go to Starbucks and pay the equivalent of my right arm up to the elbow for one piece of biscotti.

Wow! It has been years since I have seen "Honey, I Shrunk the Kids!" Is that not the worst title for a movie? It doesn't really just roll off the tongue. It's just so old now. The clothes, the film, the actors... they are very old now. But I remember the hubbub about it. I probably owned all of the toys that McDonald's put out to commemorate the release of this movie. Ack! and now there is the dance scene with the teenage daughter dancing around to crap early 90's music. People in the early 90's had no creativity, they just took the worst of the 80's music scene and threw it on to every soundtrack that was released before 1994.

(Yeah, I really did just devote an entire entry to a really stupid movie. It's my right as an American, I'll have you know.)

Currently Watching Honey, I Shrunk the Kids see related

I find myself frustrated right now. It is 2 o'clock in the morning and I am not ready for my German class tomorrow. I might have a test, I might not. I'm not particularly ready either way. I also have no idea what my fellow editorial writing student was talking about in the kind message she left me. What German flair ups? I have no idea what she is talking about, but I am supposed to write about it. This is probably somewhere in the New York Times that I didn't pick up today.

Woo hoo! I am ready for this semester to be over and done with. Anyone else? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

Am I supposed to apologize for my Gilmore addiction? I was watching them up here at the desk and people got mad because I "ignored" them. I don't know what their problem is...

Maybe I do have a problem. Maybe I need to join ABCFamily Anonymous. Is there a 12 step program for primetime television? Because if you all are going to gripe at me, well, we need to remedy this problem for everyone. Do away with Lost, Beauty and the Geek, the Batchelor, Laguna Beach. Don't point fingers when you know that you have a favorite show as well.

(Please don't send me angry messages about how I should be working instead of watching Gilmore Girls. I know this, I'm joking about it. Okay? Have you got it? Good.)