Here's a great quote from a former Dean of Vanderbilt University: 

"Today I am going to give you two examinations, one in trigonometry and one in honesty. I hope you will pass them both, but if you must fail one, let it be trigonometry, for there are many good men in this world today who cannot pass an examination in trigonometry, but there are no good men in the world who cannot pass an examination in honesty."

Yeah 

I've never understood why, when the ancient Greeks suspended everything they were doing(wars, harvest, construction, etc.) to celebrate the olympic games, we can't suspend "Dr. Phil" reruns for two weeks every four years so that we can see more of the games.

The End

WHY DO I ALWAYS WIND UP DOING EVERYBODY'S JOBS? Should I really be cooking supper for Mom, or vacuuming, or painting for Dad or other things that they really should be doing, on top of all the other stuff I do? I guess. Maybe I'm just a whiner. Or maybe I'm just put out because I've been getting about 6 hours of sleep a night. Nonetheless, I'm feeling whiney today, so thanks for putting up with me.

             THE END

I broke my finger. It was painful. I had stitches in it. I can't go swimming, or play an instrument for 2-4 weeks. Bummer.

Here's a great quote from one of the greatest men to ever live:

"Your mission is to win our wars. All other public purposes will find others for their accomplishment. Yours is the profession of arms. The will to win, the sure knowledge that in war there is no substitute for victory, and the obsession of your public service must be duty, honor, country"

-- Gen. Douglas MacArthur

If an infinite number of parents, prying into the lives of an infinite number of teenagers knocked an infinite number of times on an infinite number of bedroom doors, they would eventually produce the complete works of Shakespeare in morse code.

That is all.

Sooo... Basically this thought is about this guy I know who is a real jerk. I'm in a show with him at the RCenter, and he continually treats me, and (everyone else, for that matter) as if we're the stupidest people that ever lived. So, Me and my sidekick Zane have drafted a declaration of war which we are going to put on his desk tonight. It reads:

Mr. Jones,

  Inasmuch as you have seen fit to harass and harangue us in our peaceful endeavors, and inasmuch as we have diligently pursued a peaceful Co-Habitation with you, and found you either incapable or unwilling to behave in a civil manner, we humbly submit for you review this declaration of war.

  It is our most earnest intention to convince you; by force, if neccisary, to either change your deportment, or if that attempt should fail, to force you to resign your position.

  Furthermore it is our intention to harrass you, as you have so rudely done us. Only when we recieve full written apology on your part shall we begin the cessation of hostilities.

  Therefore, we the undersigned formally declare a state of war upon you, the aforementioned; intil such time as we see fit to cease hostilities.

                Defiantly yours,

Daniel Pitts                    M. Zane Jordan 

Yeah.   

Soo. I'm a little bored, and I though I'd write(type) about the last couple or three days.

Saturday: Was a blast. I spent almost the whole day by myself, and sometimes that's nice. It was a lovely day, and when I got up, I found Momma organizing the closets. YIKES. That definitely meant I needed to spend the day outside. So I did my chores, grabbed my knife, a gun, flint and steel and some string, and went on my merry way. I decided that I would just chill in the woods, and see if I could kill anything and eat it(I'm particularly fond of squirrels). First off, I went down to the pond and decided to try to catch a fish. So I cut off about six feet of string, whittled a fish hook, and went to look for some bait. Rotten logs are usually good places to find grubs, so I found a log, rolled it over, and found a salamander instead of the grub I was expecting. I reckoned he would be good bait, so I caught him and cut off his head. Trot line in place, I went to look for some meat. I went around beating the brush, and scared up a couple of cottontails, but they always seemed to be running toward the house. I couldn't shoot in that direction, so I decided to build a rabbit trap. I've been trapping rabbits with Curtis for years, and so I went to the house for a shovel, and built one. There really wasn't much to do but wait, and so I Just whittled and shot at trees to pass the time, but eventually, I had to go in and go to bed.

Sunday: I stayed home from Church because my brother was going to call from boot camp, and someone had to be there to take down his address. So I got up early that morning, and it was a lovely Spring day again, so I sat outside under a tree and read my Bible for about an hour. Then I went inside and cooked breakfast, and stumbled my way through a few hymns on the piano. It was really a great time, and I realized how much emphasis we put on church for Church's sake. Then I just read, and played the Fiddle until Curtis called. They only let him talk for three minutes, but it was good to talk to him. It took that long just to get his address, so I didn't get any details about boot camp, but it made me realize how much I miss him. Pretty soon after that, I went to bed.

So now you've had a look at my EXTREMELY exciting life. Happy Birthday.

Sooo... Today I went to see the Tennessee Mafia Jug Band with our friends the Randolphs. It was awesome(well, for me it was). It was a very long drive there(about three hours) and so we stopped at Ruby Tuesday to eat.  When it came time to order, Billy decided he wanted his hamburger medium rare. I tried to tell him that that was a bad idea, but he was like "No, it's great, just a little bit of pink inside, and well done on the outside" Not so on this one. When it came out, he took a bite of it, looked at it, and I'd swear his eye twitched a little bit. He turned it around to show it to me, and it might as well have been raw. He was okay with that, but when some "Juice" started dripping out of it, he about had a conniption. I said "Hey Billy, you know what that juice is, right?" "No, what is it" "that's blood, Billy" "No way! Dad, what is this juice?" " That's blood, Billy".  " Gross!". So after that, he was a little more solemn. After awhile he was like " Hey, can I have your fries?" He had given up on the burger after two bites.  About an hour later, we finally got there, after having to stop and ask for directions from Ellie Mae Clampett. The show was great, except for when the P.A. went out, but they just sang louder. After the show, I went up and talked to Leroy Troy for a minute, and he said "Do you pick a banjer?" "Yes sir." "Well I'd like to hear you sometime, What's your name?" "Daniel Pitts" "alright, you come back to another show sometime." Then we were given the tour of the facilities by the guy that runs that venue( long story why we even wanted a tour). We were still being shown around when the band was packing up, and Leroy saw me and said, "Daniel, come here a minute" so I followed him back into their dressing room, and he said, "Carry that banjo for me will ya, I want to hear you pick." So I carried it downstairs, and I played a couple of tunes. Then Dan Kelly(world champion fiddle player) said, "You play the fiddle, right( I had asked him a bowing question a little earlier). I said I did, and he handed me his fiddle to work on that lick he was showing me. So, all in all, I had a very eventful day.