Credits > Deductibles

Why?
Because deductibles only reduce your taxable income whereas credit reduce the tax you actually pay.
So make more babies! And then you can throw them out when they turn 17 and are no longer a significant tax credit for you!
And that's all my invaluable tax advice for today.
You're welcome.

I was in a really long line for lunch today. It was so long, in fact, that I had to call in and say that I would be late for work. Although standing there was kind of a drag, I couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of happiness when someone else got in line behind me. It meant that I was no longer the last person.
I had gained STATUS.
Little victories.
It's the same kind of feeling I get when a cashier opens up another check-out lane in the grocery store, asks for the "next person" in line and that person is ME! It's like winning some sort of low-end social lottery.

So why did I even buy my lunch on campus?
My reason is twofold:

1. I haven't gone grocery shopping this week. Therefore, the only thing I could've taken for lunch today would've been mayonnaise and old bread. Mike forbids me to shop at less-crowded-but-slightly-more-expensive grocery stores, so my desire to go out and get other goods has significantly decreased. I know this behavior is not sustainable and that I will evenutally have to succumb to the external forces and go to Wal-Mart, but I'm waiting for the opportune moment. And since Beta Alpha Psi is buying my dinner tonight, that moment continues to hang suspended in the air like the stench of a sorority girl's perfume in the third-floor bathroom.
Yeah- the one with both automatic AND manual toilets.

2. Since I've been having terrible headaches almost every single day, I'm testing the theory that I'm irritable towards packed lunches. They're irritating. First you have to pack them, and then you have to carry them around with you for hours, and then, at lunch time, you get to eat half-warm squished-up bookbag food! What's not to love?

Everything, that's what.
And I think that the lack of variety in my diet may be exacerbating my health issues.

Listen to me- I sound like the Wall Street Journal.

Hey! Remember that time I was typing up a scholarship essay on Mike's MacBook and since I didn't want to use his space, I typed it in gmail, so it would save automatically, but then I wanted to see how many words it was, so I opened up MS Word, highlighted the essay and pressed Ctrl C, and since Apple does not use standard shortcuts, it replaced my entire essay with the letter "C"?
And then gmail auto-saved, so I lost everything?
Yep.
FUN TIMES!

What's today? Tuesday? Does Caleb come in today? No.

I'm the only person in my strategic management class who's 20. Everyone else is greater than or equal to 21. I'm a minor with a major and a major with a minor.
Think about it.

Mike and I solved the national debt crisis in one night.
It involves a sacrificial lamb and a strategic infiltration of Congress.
But then instead of renting pandas from China, we could just buy them.
Or take them by force.

I realized today that both smiles and laughs are expressions of happiness, but smiling at someone and laughing at someone are completely different.

I'm sorry Ms. Jackson- ooh!
I am for real,
TWS