My English class got canceled today, so I feel like I should spend some time writing. Lucky you.

You know, being a telemarketer tends to put you in unusually frequent contact with the elderly. Some of them don't use long distance becuase most of the people they would call have died (heard on more than one occasion). Others find that the only time they're on the phone is the once a month that their child calls. The more I think about it, the more I realize Ms. Zircle (Sex and Gender prof.) is right. Once you hit 75, no one wants much of anything to do with you.

All this has gotten me thinking about life and death and such. I find that I'm completely fine with death. The thought of dying doesn't bother me that much at all. I like to think I'm ready. You know what scares me more than death? Age. The opposite of death. I don't think I want to live much past 70.

We, either as Americans or simply as humans, have convinced ourselves that death, while inevitable, is best put off for as long as the body can withstand. We find ourselves in a society where there are no longer diseases or large animals to bring our lives to a graceful end. Instead, our old live in perfect health, sitting at home watching Wheel of Fortune, waiting for that ever-elusive phone call or visit from their progeny.

Sure, they're alive, but are they living? I'm certain some are. I'm sure there are a fair share of octogenarians sky-diving and such, but I know I won't be one of them. What I need is some kind of ritual. Did you ever see Judge Dredd? That "Final Journey" or whatever it was -- sounds like a good idea to me. I think I could take a certain comfort in knowing that once I turned 65, I would go on a journey that would lead to my death.

And now a few hours pass...

I still had to go to Music Apprec. When I got there, I found the midterm that I thought was next week. Luckily, it came pretty much straight from the notes, and I managed to remember most of it. I appreciate music more than anyone else in there. I'll be surprised if I get less than an A.

Later in Sex and Gender, I got back what I thought was the worst paper I'd written for her. She'd given it a 20 of 20. I think I stopped caring about the class just then. I don't think she even reads them. The class discussions are interesting, so I'll still go, but I won't be stressing about assignments. After I get through with this midterm she gave me, that is.

After that, some stuff happened. I did some hanging out, studied for my EDF midterm, and had a few great rounds of Wrestlemania XIX. Incredible game.

Somewhere in there I ordered a pizza. I've figured out how to get an awesome pizza every time. Just get bacon and something else. I've never been let down.

Anyway people, it's time for me to go to bed. I'd stay up longer, but no one's ever on AIM this time of night. Oh well...

Later.