Warning- This blog might have a moral. Or maybe not

Dear friends, lend me your ears...

I'm not sure how I was delivered this time, but I was. My last blog was about procrastination (If I remember correctly). And now it's time for the moral of the story.
It was a dark and dark night. It was a Wednesday night to be exact, the day before the big research paper was to be turned in. On this particular evening, I had 3 pages left to type. I finished work and I had it planned out perfectly: I was going to go to the library and spend the next four hours finishing my paper. My first problem is that I had waited so long to do this. My second problem is that I didn't make it to the library. On my way to campus, I got in a car accident (don't worry, no one got hurt) and my car got hurt (the car is not a person). It was injured so badly that it couldn't go on, and I had to take two hours out of my day to get the mess sorted out. By the time I made it home, it was late. I had to stay up until the morning hours to finish my paper. After all that, my printer wouldn't work. What is the moral of this story? Will the car be OK? Why is the sad Cebu sad? In the words of Eulaylee Mckeckney Shin-"I cannot say. No, I cannot say at this time"

Of House Chores and Rap

I found out the other day that my class final for writing 150 is going to be a presentation. After hearing that, I decided that I am going to write a song about something that I learned in our class and play it on the piano while singing to the class. By Friday night I had finished the music for the song, but the words are always a little harder to come by. I'm thinking that I want to sing either a rap song about ethos (or street cred as we call it on the streets), a love song about pathos (tug at the heart strings, baby) or a blues-jazz song about logos. Maybe I could increase my own ethos by combining all three into one. While I was playing, my mom came in and told me to sweep the house, so I started to freestyle rap about sweeping the house and being in chore bondage. It helps to free the mind and bring creative ideas. My mom wasn't thrilled. I guess she just doesn't like piano rap.

Writing the Research Paper- Procrastination pt. 2

Really, I was planning on writing this blog awhile ago, I just haven't gotten around to it.
That brings me to my point: DON'T PROCRASTINATE!!!
            Today my research paper rough draft was due, and boy was it rough. Let me tell you a little about why it was so rough.
         It was a dark and cloudy night. This night was last night. Coincidentally, it was also the last night before my rough draft was due. 8:00 o'clock and not a word written on my paper. No scene, only 5 pages to go.
I don't need to keep painting this picture for you, you know how it goes. By the time I reached the conclusion of my paper, I thought I was going to fall asleep on the floor. I'll have you know that I didn't, but I wanted to. The moral of the story? Well, I'll get back to you on that one. Don't worry, I'll finish the blog, later. Just not right now.

On a Serious Note (C#)

Believe it or leave it, I have actually been doing some research on my research topic. As I've been doing some research on the effects of music on people, I was shocked at what I found. An example is the murder of Elyse Pahler in 1996. She was murdered by three boys who said they "had needed to commit a 'sacrifice to the devil' in order to give their heavy metal band, Hatred, the 'craziness' to 'go professional.'" Her parents pressed charges against the band Slayer, claiming that they had marketed their music to youth and it had inspired the boys to kill their daughter. 
     I love music, but it has real power-- both for good and for evil. The music of the world is getting worse, and we have to do something about it.