If you have a reasonable doubt, you should find the defendant not guilty.

As I sit here listening to the trial of the State of Washington v. Peter Bennett, I am moved to words. Here they are:

For Lent (even though I am far from a practicing Catholic), I'm going to give up meat. Sort of. I'm going to finish off the meat that I have left (one can of tuna, one can of chili, and one can of salisbury steak stew), then no more! Unless of course, I'm at a family event and there are no alternatives. I'm doing this for health reasons. I couldn't care less about the animals! Ha ha ha! Anyway, this should be fun.

I hate house parties. More specifically, I hate undergrad house parties. They're all the same. Saturday night, Amber and I went to this party. We were there all of one minute before we decided it sucked and got the heck out of there. Something about drunk undergrads getting trashed on Busch Light and gyrating to really loud bass just doesn't do it for me.

I'm still trying to get over the death of Sheriff Lamb on Veronica Mars. Seriously. Did not see that one coming. He will be missed.

I think I might have an idea of what I'm going to do my thesis on. Good times. Now I just have to build up the will to actually research it.