  "To say that the human spirit is nothing but mere calculation is to make the spirit something of flesh; while it is comforting to think that ourselves can be manipulated through the work of the physical, it is, as if to say, we carry our souls in our pockets and apply them as we see fit.
" That's from my paper, and I thought it sounded really slick, so I posted it here, hoping that when I read over this BLog in the future I'll see this and go, "Man...that was slick. " I can't hear anything, I've been recording all day. Aaaah. But it sounds pretty good, except for the vocals, since I couldn't hear myself sing by that point. I drove the Acura today, it was sweet. They gave me the owner's manual to look at, it's awesome. I going to bug my mom to death now. HAHAHAHA. I must have it. Even she said, "It'd be nice if you had you're own car," and I said, "Yeah, it really would, too bad I don't have a job," and she said, "Oh.
" YES! And a Happy Antiphilanthropist Birthday from me to Lindseyreid once again, as I hath done on The BLog, and for what it's worth, since the name of this BLog basically entailed a "not-people-person". Whee, HBD! It's time to go and do...something else. Until we meet again, friends. 
