Chapter Eight

I need a new picture. I can't even remember the details of this one. Maybe I'll use my Facebook one; it looks ever so slightly happier.
More importantly, though, I need to cut my hair for a racquetball tourney on September 27th. I was contemplating wearing a bandana as I was working so wonderfully on growing my hair out, but these plans are simply not practical. So arrivederci to my dreams of long hair resembling that of the lead singer of Journey's.
Now to the meat of life. In a matter of hours I will be back in Mesa and I suppose this is mildly exciting, though the basic facts are that it is largely a "business" trip. i do indeed regret this, but I have no time to waste anymore, and this fact is still slowly sinking into my skin. Life is hard, and for me it has oft been so, but it's imperative to get it right here.
A number of my friends now have scolded me for being "non-commital" to young ladies that apparently display some sort of superficial affection to me, but I am content in remaining this way, for I must first learn to understand them, hopefully respect them, and then, then maybe. Do I "like people?" Sure. But that means absolutely nothing, and beyond the length of this paragraph, it's quite simply another waste.
I had a long argument with my feminist English prof. Now, I certainly have nothing against feminism, but by Jove is this woman absolutely ridiculous. Anyway, the nature of the argument was as such: She believes that man is a hindrance to the growth of society. I challenged this, arguing that the opposite case is true. She freaked out. I calmly responded. She ignored me. I hate to be what they call a "smart-ass," but such emotional and bias teachers are really not even worth talking to anyway.
More so than ever, I would define myself as absurd. It's a lovely role to want to take.
People at University seem to be generally kind, and it's nice. However, there are still those morons who think that spouting off meager attempts at wisecracks is actually a "cool" thing to do. And actually, it may be a cool thing to do; they oft get good reactions for their idiocy in a manner far beyond my own cover thereof, with people not having the adequate mental capacity to recognize the overall want of intelligence and understanding.
Yeah, I'm judging. It's been too long, and I have a plan in the works, I just need to try to get a friend in on it.