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This week was so uneventful that I have spent a majority of my "Friday" thinking it was Thursday. I use quotations because I am still unsure that I have not been deceived. It's been uneventful because I don't start work until TOMORROW, and thus have spent the whole week reading, kickin' it, and cleaning my closet. Activities like these don't require calendars, or even clocks. Whatever. Anyway, probably the only notable event that went down was me once more passing a CPR certification test so that I can work. Tedious course with a dull teacher...for those of you who don't know CPR, allow me to sum up what I spent three hours learning earlier: basically you could save someone's life by putting all your weight into thrusts in the center of an adult's chest, with the occasional mouth-to-mouth breathing. I, on the other hand, being the trained lifeguard that I am, must know certain numbers of compressions and breaths and so on. Knowing this kind of information is assuring, seeing that our instructor told us that CPR only saves a life about 1% of the time. I guess I would expect someone to take that 1% chance on me though...
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Earlier today, mom, passing me on the staircase: "I don't like that music, and I don't appreciate you playing it with children in the house."

Hey mom...you hear an angry black man talking over a beat, and automatically think you don't like it? Turns out I had been listening to Immortal Technique, but the song was "The Poverty of Philosophy," which lacks the expletives and occasionally violent lyrics I would associate with him. Plus, there's only one child in the house, and I know for a fact Austin has somehow acquired NaS' "The World is Yours" on his iPod.

PS///does anyone else think it's ridiculous a 10year would have an iPod? I fear the history and density of this running argument I've had with my parents would bore readers, but it's a sad fact of life. he does.