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2008-04-02 - 4:42 p.m.
On to our regularly scheduled entries, pasted from the Word Doc I keep them in when I can't get to wireless outside of my house:
Spring break was great. Busy, but great. I’ve completed four job application processes and am close to finishing number 5. It really sucks. I noticed that I do something the other day. I talk to the TV. Even when I’m alone and the only one benefiting from my biting and witty comments is myself. I talk to the game when I play video games, too, which isn’t often. Only in that case, I’m usually gloating over my victory, trash talking my opponents or swearing colorfully because I’m losing. I do it all the time. And I never realized it until Saturday night when I was flipping through the channels and running a string of commentary at the same time. I’m thinking other people talk to their TV’s, too, if only in the scary movie “Don’t go in there!” way. Yeah, I’m not strange. You are if you don’t! I know the people on TV can’t hear me, but it’s therapeutic and I think I’m hilarious. I had another thing I was going to write about, but it’s totally gone. Poof. Weird. Oh, there it is. Libby and I found a place to live for the summer. A really nice house in a really sketchy neighborhood. Yeah. The neighbor’s house when we pulled up had a myriad of junk in the yard, but the three most special things would have to be: 1. An overturned bright yellow Hummer 2 Power Wheels car. 2. A shopping cart. 3. A 1990’s Dodge Caravan (half wood paneled and half rust) up on blocks. In the yard. Sweeeeeeeeet. And we have a back alley! Upping the shady ante! Woot! 4/2/08 So, here’s my theory: my kids are a breed of energy and soul sucking vampires. Honestly. But it’s only my 6th and 7th periods that have been turned so far, 1st, 2nd and 5th are still normal kids. 6th and 7th have this magical power that in only 52 minutes can suck a good mood and all energy out of me. I feel asleep on the couch reading at 5:30 PM last night. 5:30! I woke up at 8:30, made some dinner (tuna on crackers, I’m extremely poor at the moment), did a little work and went back to reading until 10:30, when I shut off the light, drifted to sleep and was awakened at 10:43 by someone calling my phone. It was a number I didn’t know, so I answered. It was a girl named Kim, calling about my interview time for an award I’ve been nominated for. Greeeeaaaat, Kim. But while you’re over there in Collegeland, where people stay up late and hang out and have fun, I’m over here in Wake Up at 5 AM Land where I can’t even stay up late enough for dinner, thanks to my energy sucking little vampires. 7th period was being particularly uncooperative today at the beginning of the period. After cajoling for about five minutes or so, on my already drained energy, I just got frustrated. “Ooo, look out, Ms. Ninja’s cranky!” yells my Number One Annoyance from his seat in the back (yes, I’m very cliché, I put an annoying kid in the back, sue me). “No, I’m tired.” I said and they used that small opening to ask me in quick succession how much I sleep, whether I drink coffee or not, if I’m married (nooooo), if I want to get married, how old I am (I told them I am 21 and they were shocked. “You’re not 25?!” “I thought you were like 27!”), when my birthday is and how cool it is to be able to drink alcohol legally. All the while, I’m trying to answer the questions quickly and P.C.ly and get them back into my lesson on segregation. The problem is I’m so programmed to respond when I’m asked a question, I immediately answer when they ask anything. Yipes. Another problem is that while they are annoying and they eat my lesson plans like candy and drive me batshit crazy, I really do like them as little people. They’re funny and good natured, even if they hate my class and are lazy pieces of shit. The fact that I like them makes it so much harder to yell at them. It must be part of their energy vampire glamour power. Little blood sucking sons of bitches. I think I’m going into the right career. |
