That's just a fact of life. She ninja's into my garage and closes the door, even if I'm home and left it open for a reason. Weirdo.

Today was okay. My criminology teacher has an issue with getting her point across. I'm sure she knows exactly what she's talking about, but her thought process is like a bag of popcorn being heated up in the microwave. POP here's a thought and POP here's another and POP here's a totally irrelevant fact and POP on and on. . . .but I hope it gets more interesting as the class moves on.

Also, remember Santa Claus professor? Someone dropped his class because they thought he was scary. I lol'd, because he totally looks and sounds like Santa. I've imagined him going "Ho ho ho!" many times. He's the only professor I have that doesn't have any visual aid while he teaches, which is good because I think that's better for me, kinda like pre-training for KU.


HERE'S THE REAL BLOG POST.

Sister is in prison. Real, county prison. For a year. She's only about 30 minutes away, so my mom and I occasionally go see her even though I harbor deep resentment for her and secretly wish she would die. I go because my mom doesn't want to go alone, and this story is exactly why. So, Mom goes to visit Sister at 7 (without me, because I have to babysit my nephew) and finds out that she has to wait until 8 to talk to her.

Why?

Because another girl already has a visitor and she doesn't like Sister. If they were in the same room, she and Sister would have fought and Sister probably would have lost. I'm not lying. To make this story even better is the girl who hates Sister's visitor was her sister who had a warrant out for her arrest.
 Now, I'm sure most people who read this have never actually visited anyone in jail before (it's exactly like the movies, btw. A little booth with a phone and a window. The phones are total shit and it sounds like they're whispering). But, when you check in at the front desk area you tell the officer (sitting behind bullet proof glass) who you want to see and give them your drivers license via a little drawer. Obviously the guards run a check on you with your drivers license. Why wouldn't they? Shit, I would. Just to see the kind of freaks that come in.

Back to the girl with the warrant. Obviously they checked her license, and obviously they found the warrant. A few guards went up to arrest her stupid ass and she tried to run. Now, the visiting floor you are in is just a long hallway of little booths. The only way in and out is an elevator.

She tried to run. When running didn't work, she tried to fight the guards. She was eventually wrestled off to a holding cell where she was booked. If that is not the best display or stupidity you have ever heard, I don't know what is. That is hilarious.

You know what I took away from this jail story? My mom brought me home Chick-Fil-A.