Let’s just skip the apologies and promises and sappy little statements and get on with it. deal?

School is kicking my ass. I’m fine with it kicking my ass in some ways and I’m deeply embarrassed at my lack of whatever it is that would keep me on the schedule I was accustomed to. There are days that I literally collapse into bed and veg out for hours at a time - and there are other days when I’m wired with all kinds of energy that I can not harness/direct. I’m going to try to focus and post something! (waves to Tiff - I was already coming in here to write when I saw your comment from 3 days ago!! how funny is that?!)

Oh wow. Just like that my desire to write has completely gone away.

I have a lot of things on my mind. Personal things that you really don’t want to hear about. We already went down this road before and not to be a baby about it - but - my feelings kinda got hurt. I’ve been attempting to be more honest about my feelings and stuff for a bit now and I’ve realized that as much as some people want honesty - they really only want it as long as it fits into their world and will allow them to continue feeling good about themselves and the world in which they live. I use to feel a bit like I was cheating whenever I came in here and was selectively honest - but then I realized over the last few weeks that that is really what a lot of people prefer. Think on that for a bit and I’ll talk about the typical school stuff and throw in a few dramas about the boy that sits behind me and kicks the back of my seat in an attempt to get my attention or something. Or I’ll throw in how I’m going to fuck my English teacher for good measure. I’d throw in a wink face but I’m not all together sure I want you all to know I’m kidding around.

Ok - so school. I’m enjoying my classes for the most part. I decided to only take a few classes this semester due to some things that are going on in my life - I just felt it would be easier to take a few classes and not have to drop 3 when stuff started to pile up which it inevitably does. Go read through my archives … it’s all in there. So on my first Geography test I scored a B+. Yay me. I got a lot of the math related questions wrong which I know surprises and shocks all of you who know my aptitude for math. If it is 9:00AM on Saturday in Prague, what time is it in Tibet? If it’s 2:00AM in the middle of the Arctic Ocean, what time is it in Fargo, ND? Seriously - my mind screeches to a dead halt with these sorts of questions. I’m gone as soon as you say “what time is it…” Nah uh. I don’t know what time it is. Am I calling someone in Prague? If I am I’ll figure it out. If I’m not - I really don’t give a flying fuck what time it is. We’re discussing cool stuff now like fault lines and plates and boundaries and what happens when subduction occurs and what is a transformer plate (hint: nothing at all to do with Michael Bey or whatever his name is… ) and other cool stuff like how they first made a map of the ocean floor and what they discovered in relation to the iron rich ocean floor. Cool stuff to me. As long as we’re not talking about what time it is on that ocean floor or mid oceanic ridge or whatever we’ll be fine this next exam. I’m 8 points away from getting an A and we all know I like a challenge. Or you should know if you don’t already know.

My English class is a joke and then some. I absolutely hate my English teacher. I hate my English teacher so much, in fact, that when a customer quite innocently asked me if I wanted to fuck him (in hopes of getting a cool fantasy… and I forgive you hun - you had no idea!) I immediately threw up a little in my mouth. My English teacher is the most egotistical asshole I have ever met in my entire life. Seriously. He spends hours of class time (and it’s a 3 hour class 1 day a week…) speaking about random shit that has no place in English class. The other day he spoke for an hour on how “I’ll be THERE for you” makes him sick to his stomach. “What is ‘there’???!! Be specific. ‘I’ll be there for you is retarded.’” Ok. Last week he spent about an hour going through all the things that we did wrong on our papers. There are 30 kids in the damn class, Professor - maybe we can just ready your f’n comments and get on with it. “Some people don’t know that your and you’re are different. Let’s discuss… I mean - let me lecture you while your eyes glass over - but I’m funny and a wanna be performer - so let me tell you stories about your and you’re in a funny way - throwing in a few “fuck you’s” while we’re at it because we’re in College now and we’re grown folks that can curse and use sexual innuendos until the cows come home.” I wrote a paper and have to do the final draft by this friday and I have no idea (save for a few commas) what the hell I need to do to “fix” it. He wrote that I needed more details in my paper and I explained and detailed the hell out of my paper. I don’t know what “analysis” means and when I asked him what he meant by that he said that he was just making some suggestions - I didn’t have to take any of his suggestions. You know what, asshole?! (not you, reader, HIM!) If I don’t take your suggestions and just do my paper the way I did before you’ll give my A paper a B score… so don’t give me the bullshit about it’s just a suggestion! Give me an example of how I can be more precise - or more analytical or whatever, speaking of details you fuck!!

He’s not ruining my experience with English. On the contrary, he’s making me a lot more passionate about it, and also seriously teaching me how to be a better teacher which doesn’t sound so horrible now that I think about it. Maybe after the first few years I’ll have the summers to write my novel. The world needs better English teachers, though, cuz if this is what we get…we’re in trouble. Like Wall Street Trouble. Which by the way sucks. Hopefully we’re all staying adrift.

Take care of yourselves and know that I’m here - albeit randomly at times, but here still the same.

Hopefully we’ll speak soon.

I pulled an unintentional all niter. What is funny about it is was I on line with all of you? Well - I was on calls with quite a few of you the night before/morning before - which led to my decision to stay awake - and then tonight I was going to brave the phones and I did well, right Scott and Frisco? But then I started to fade. Quickly. I would blink and the blinks became realllllly long blinks. You know the type. So I’m done for the evening. I will be back awake and refreshed in 12 hours. I do not have school on Monday, though Jackson does have a hair appointment (puppy cut time!) and I have a few other errands to run before I get thrown into jail - but I digress. I will probably be staying until early early Monday Morning provided I get the rest I need. Arrange a call if necessary… Talk soon!

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6:48PM Sunday Eve –
Alright - I’m going to go for a long and satisfying walk, and I want each one of you to think about what you did. *wink* I’m kidding, sort of. A few of you chaps, however, do need to think about speaking just a little more clearly. CeCe has a little bit of a hearing issue lately due to a thing called “smog” and “congestion” and near old age. Therefore, would you be kind little dearies and speak the hell up when calling? Grassyass (Gracias).

I’ll be back in a few hours and will be ready for all you have to give me. I’m prepared for the few of my special smart asses to call me up speaking loudly as if to their grandmothers as a little prank. I know you are all out there waiting for me to become available. *waving my finger at you in mock sternness*. xoxo