I’ll start off with some plugs. Kyle, Atiqah, Amy, Donna*, Wajeeha*, and Josh are back with new sites or layouts. Those denoted by asterisks are hostees.

As stingy as this may sound, I have a thing against giving people money on the street. I just don’t like the idea of forking over a few dollars to someone sitting on a street corner with a cup; and I don’t like it when someone is walking around asking for cash. I guess it’s that common perception of thinking of beggers as druggies, which has been with me all my life. But I had an experience the other day that proved me wrong.

I was sitting in a little park area nearby, eating ice cream with some of my friends. And yes, it is warm enough for us to eat ice cream here, aren’t you jealous? It was 75 degrees and sunny when this happened. Anyway, back to the story. This grubby looking guy came over to us asking for $2.50 to go pick up his marriage license across the street at the courthouse. [By the way, when did they start charging $2.50 for that?] … Of course we played that “oh we don’t have any money” routine in order to keep him from feeling bad. But he kept persisting, even offering us a gift certificate to a music store. He finally left us alone, moving on to some other people in the park. He finally received some money from an old couple, then proceeded across the street to “pick up his marriage license.” So my friend and I decided to follow him to make sure he was actually doing it. I guess we were just bored and looking for something to do.

Indeed he was getting his marriage license, and we were the people that refused to give him money. He then drove away in his nice Escalade with shiny rims. Sigh. So I guess he wasn’t a druggie/begger (unless he got that car from selling drugs? Hey, I’m just trying to make myself feel less guilty…). *Sigh.*

Thanks for the 46 comments on the last blog! That high of a number was very unexpected, so thank you guys so much. I need to go catch up on some homework now. I stayed home from school today because my back was killing me again, and I ended up having to take a trip to the chiropractor to get re-adjusted. I really shouldn’t be having back problems this early in life…