Regarding Rep. Ellison

Heard this: The first Muslim elected to Congress wants to swear in on the Qu'ran. "Oh no, absolutely not!" a few morons shout, and they hatch plans to stop him. The funny thing is: The Constitution has already weighed in on that.

From Article Six:

The Senators and Representatives before mentioned, and the members of the several State Legislatures, and all executive and judicial officers, both of the United States and of the several States, shall be bound by oath or affirmation to support this Constitution; but no religious test shall ever be required as a qualification to any office, or public trust, under the United States.

Put me on a milk carton

I've been a very bad blogger, as of late. I've been rather busy and i just don't have the desire to share my personal writing like I used to. Classes have been stressful, work has been worrisome and, well, blogging doesn't pay the bills, so it naturally hasn't been a priority.

Here's what's happened in my life over the past couple months:

-I asked "the girl" out, finally. She said no. I moved on.

-I got a D in a course for the first time in my college career yesterday.

-I lose my job today. I'm actually happy about that one. Public Editor was fun and worthwhile, but I miss being just another one of the reporters so much. I've decided to become a staff photographer next spring

-I got rather inebriated at a Collegian Pub Crawl a few weeks ago. I take full responsiblity for what I did that night, which fortunately wasn't all that bad. Turns out I can be a helpful person when I'm under the influence. I wound up staying late to help clean up when the party ended and even cleaned up the mess after one partier puked all over the kitchen.

You see, alcohol kills my sense of smell entirely, so I wasn't even bothered by the smell of the girl's last meal while it made everyone else wretch. Bet you wish you hadn't read that. Also, in an act of bizarre chivalry, I carried one of the paper's female staffers across Aggieville. I think she said she was tired, so I did the work for her. It's sort of become an inside joke between us now.

-I have two finals Tuesday morning, one after the other. I swear, it must be a conspiracy.

A Limerick

There once was a careless reporter,
whose notes got all out of order;
he mucked up the facts
in long, libelous tracts,
all because of a mislabeled folder.