Williamson County = the heart of Bush country. Yes, I see at least five Bush stickers a day in my driving around Cool Springs. Often on the back window of an Infiniti SUV or a Lexus. These SUV yuppies are also... always on their cell phones....and refuse to go inside to a fast-food restaurant. They will wait... in a line that wraps around the entire establishment... so they don't have to bother with parking. I'm waiting for valet at McDonald's. It wouldn't shock me. What else.... oh many Franklin residents told the mayor they didn't want "those people" in the area when Katrina hit. There was a lot of support...but a lot of shitty people. Oh and if you want to have a protest and to be tacky doing so.... put one or two pink flamingos in your front yard. AND don't forget... that newspaper boxes in front of the post office are hideous. Be sure to complain. And get a city ordinance against them.

My life may not be all that particularly captivating... but my community and audience are plenty asinine. Which does make for some sort of entertainment. I'm just glad I don't live there.

That's about all I have that's even remotely interesting. Really need to make a paper chain for the trip to Columbia. I fear that I may be getting too excited about it though... and that I'm destined for being let down. Isn't that how it always seems to go though?

Was talking with a friend last night. And he makes my job sound more mundane than it already can be. I'm jealous of his opporunity to change the world. And he's got such passion for it. I need more passion. I do enjoy what I do... but it's like it consumes him... and motivates him on new levels.

Maybe that's why they don't pay teachers well.... they're bankrolled in something much more fulfilling than money. It wouldn't mean as much to them if they got paid what they should. Or maybe i'm just justifying a ridiculous injustice. Or I could just need a good dream and to wake up with extreme purpose. I'm an old abandoned church with broken pews and empty aisles.