And life goes on.

We spent government talking about the "two main questions about government," mainly, what are they? If anyone had read the book, the first sentence tells us what they are. But instead we kept talking about legitimacy of government versus authority, versus good government and good government.

I was fascinated when Duane (a guy I used to like) somehow got a red mark on his forehead that was shaped exactly like a shark. I'm not talking kind of like a shark, could be interpreted as a shark. This was the outline of a shark--just as if you drew one. I am easily amused.

Today I went to the junior college to request transcripts for college applications and I had two weird experiences. I went up the main steps and a guy stopped me, saying, "Can I ask you a question? I'm not a weirdo or anything." He proceded to give me a pitch about why he wanted me to buy magazine subscriptions, though he did it in the guise of a contest and a communications class assignment. I went to hand him back his magazine choice cards and dropped one. I picked it up and gave it to him. He said as an aside to a friend, "I should drop cards more often."

What? Why? He'd talked about breasts and butts before ("The best things in life come in twos") but my shirt was pinned to my chest with my purse strap (trust me. I came home and tested it out in the mirror). Why should he drop cards more often?

I have the feeling that's the kind of college guy girls are supposed to watch out for.

But what was even weirder was after I'd requested my transcripts and I was leaving. Another guy came up to me and asked, "Can I ask you a question? I'm not a weirdo or anything?" The exact same words. So I said, "Are you in that communications class?" since I was confused. Then he asked me what time it was.

It was a large coincidence. Maybe they were both from the same magazine outfit. I'm figuring the communications class thing was a line since no public college class would require you to sell what I calculate to be 200 magazine subscriptions.

It was weird.

Was he looking at my butt?