For the longest time, I have had several pieces of paper sitting in the back of my binder, all headed with a capital “P” on the top right corner. This was my signal back when everything still was neatly stacked inside it’s three rings that this piece of paper was marked “Personal”. Those either were small epiphanies that occured to me in the middle of class, or longer ramblings that deserved their own entries, once properly nurtured, or at least typed in. Well, I am tired of seeing those pieces of paper back there, and am wanting to retire them to the trash, the place where all but the best of the best hand written entried end their lives. So tonight, I bring to you these entries, in the hopes that someone may find some little nugget of wisdom in them and carry it throughout their days. Either that, or I just wanted to blow smoke up my own ass. Take care in reading everything dated today, for they may be some of the best yet. For those of you reading this before midnight, please, check back under this entry for more of the things that I have to say. I have forced this entry to the top of the heap, as a preface to the madness.

Editors Note: This was written on one of the said pieces of paper long before I figured out this guy was a total idiot. That being said, read on.

Jim Johnson

Professor Johnson is either about to make a major epiphany in not only his life, but mine and the rest of the classes, or he is just going to eff things up. Update: He may actually make it. Err, maybe. Well, never mind.