The world would be better off with out the needless satisfaction of an unwarranted body part.

I realize that I have a broad path ahead of me. I think about the future and what I see is a gilded and vainglorious end in which I could be a powerful politician, and on the opposite end of the spectrum, I find the more isolated and lonesome path of introspective scholar. I'm not the smartest man, but I know that all information is attainable as well comprehensible. Not at once of course, but what ever I choose to follow. I've noticed how both of these paths had something to do with power, and that the path I've actually chosen for myself, is one in which I've submitted any power that I never had. The path I chose, without realizing it, fits the ideals on how I live my life.

I'm such a good slave.

In all likeliness it would come out terrible, but I should I least give it a shot.

It was none other than Faith Wittke that cooked it for me. My high school biology teacher.

She cooked me up some spaghetti with fettuccine Alfredo sauce. Some green beans were thrown in for good measure. It tasted like heaven.