Man, this semester is off to a crazy start, and when I say crazy, I don't mean crazy good, but crazy in an insane way. I don't mean to complain because I know we all have our own troubles and complaints to worry about and reading about mine are the last thing you need, but I have to vent somewhere (I've been venting for the past three days to my brother and I'm sure he's tired of it by now). Anyway, my classes have been pretty tough, especially this Political Science class. I had this assignment over the weekend to read two short essays on the idea of a state, and not the California/Utah/Florida kind, but the nation kind. By the time I was done skimming the essays, I was left so confused that I almost starting crying. This stuff is true college material, Masters Degree stuff, no bull about it. It's almost the same as reading Ye Old English (which I will have to do in English later this semester). I spent the past few days looking for another class I could add and still be UC Berkeley transferable, but after a tough decision, I decided to stay in this class and do my best to pass it. I have my first quiz to explain one of the two essays on Friday, and I've yet to figure out what the second one is trying to say, although my Professor was kind enough to give me a general idea because I asked him (he goes over the material on quizzes after the quizzes so you either get it, or you don't).

Please pray for me because this could be the hardest class I ever take. Plus I have no friends in that class to go over ideas with (but you all know I never have friends in CCSF). School sucks. I should just drop out and work at McDonald's for the rest of my life.

Speaking of McDonald's, there's this guy that works at the Stonestown one that's very professional. I say that because everytime I order from him (2 times so far), he calls me "Sir." And Ophelia knows how much I like to be called "Sir." It's just a sign of respect you should show to all customers, regardless if they're old or young, because a customer is the key to success. It doesn't matter if you have the world's best product, if nobody buys it then it's useless. Anyway, I think his name is Kevin, and he looks to be older than me by a few years, but he calls me "Sir" over and over, and I love it. Here's a typical conversation between us at McDonald's:

Him: "Welcome to McDonald's sir, how can I help you?"
Me: "I'd like a Double Chesseburger."
Him: "Anything else sir?"
Me: "Yea, and a small fries."
Him: "Is that all sir?"
Me: "Yes."
Him: "Your total is $2.17"
Me: (Hands him a $5 Bill)
Him: "Out of $5? Very good sir. Would you like some ketchup?"
Me: "Sure." (even though I don't use ketchup with my fries)

Pretty good story huh? Anyway, just go to his line if he's working that day. Maybe he does the "Ma'am" thing for all you ladies who like that kind of style in a guy. Nothing wrong with a little respect in my book.

You ever have a bad dream where a friend does something bad to you, and then when you wake up the next day and see your friend, you feel this anger towards him or her? And it's sad because you know your friend had no real connection to the dream but you're just not ready to let those actions in your dreams go. Well you better make sure you don't piss me off in my dreams or I'll give you dirty looks the next day.

The opposite can happen too. You can have a dream about your friend where she is all flirting with you and trying to give you the signals that it's ok to get some sugar if you know what mean and I think you do. And then when you wake up and see that girl later that day, you kind of give her that wink and nod to let her know, "Yea, a little sugar is fine with me." Then your friend will be all puzzled because she has no idea why you're nodding at her.

I better end this entry now before I get myself into any more trouble. Wish me luck.