Punctual punctuations and other rantings....

So yeah, it feels like forever since I have posted something on my blog. This has been mainly because of a very important reason. The large amounts of snowfall had frozen my brain. Now that my brain has thawed out I can commence to continue what I do best(well maybe the best).
On this beautiful morning, I went to my English class with a heart filled with happiness. I could finally get this Social discourse paper turned in. You may ask, "Why were so flustered about having it in your possession Nile?" I shall tell you. I am a habitual loser...no no no, not as in the opposite of a winner, but I misplace things,(close to how Dubya Bush "misplaced" WMDs). Most of the times these "things" are important; Things such as essays, keys, cars, babies and occasionally my house. Anyway, I have printed out my finished essay five times and have searched for the other ones with the vigorousness of a toddler searching for Waldo. I am rambling and I need to stop, but this is the view of "a brain on snow".
Anyway, today I was in Eng 111 learning about punctuations. Even at this moment, I am having to look back at my previous work, because I am sure I have misused them. I have to say that if punctuations were people and had feelings, they would be highly upset and dissatisfied with me and would probably rebel against me and my brain. They are like pawns in a chess game, they are so small and restricted, but as important as the queen. Sometimes I get the feeling writers take for granted the apostrophes, commas, and semi-colons of the writer world. I actually was shown an interesting sentence by Ms. Shaffer(my english professor). I think to say that it blew my mind would be an understatement. "Woman without her man is nothing." Depending on where you place the comma, depends how the meaning is interpreted entirely. If placed after woman and her, the sentence would imply that a man without a woman is nothing. If a comma is placed after man then the meaning is completely reversed. I have no idea how anyone else feels, but the English language is fascinating. Hopefully I can remember to implant these small entities into my writing correctly from now on. Speaking of essays...(sigh) I think it is time to buckle down and finish this Professional discourse essay. I have a good vibe about this weekend, due to the upcoming Chinese new year; The year of the Tiger. I shall devour this essay, like Shere Khan intended to do to Mowgli. So as I write this blog with the sounds of "Shiki No Uta" in my ears, my thoughts are beginning to wander to my future and career and interview questions. However, I still have a rogue thought that is pinching my brain. why have I developed such a social connection to my pen and pad, but I have become almost anti-social within this college atmosphere? I am thinking it has something to do with my fear; My fear that I may say the "right" thing at the "wrong" time. The "revolutionary in peacful times" that was within me has died...or at least been put in a coma. I say R.I.P. I appreciated the praise Ms. Shaffer gave me, but I am no brown-noser by far. Doctors save lives, Fireman put out fires and Politicians lie. I write because I love to write; Expressing myself simple and clean(well, sometimes just a little dirty) :Nile Najee: ようこそ私の考えに