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Today I have to wear A Bikini for the first time in my life for a swimming pool activity that my workplace scheduled to 'build team spirit.' It's the craziest thing to me, but apparently very commonplace in China. Anyway I am never uncomfortable in skimpy or girly clothes so I don't know why this whole bikini thing makes me want to hit someone's face. Might be that I don't really like swimming?
=A=)/ I wouldn't be wearing a bikini but I don't have my own swimsuit and my workmate gave me one, practically brand new, that she outgrew a year ago. Maybe I'm just pissed about the color? Striped orange, pink, and blue on white, and it's a halter cut with a Skirt Thing. And it's stuffed, which isn't embarrassing so much as insulting, and my ego's too big to but laugh at that insult, and I really don't need to laugh at my boobs right now.
I wish I was a man. I haven't wished I was a man in years, but I'm determined to do this thing, in no small part because I don't particularly want to go.
I taught my last formal English class today, but this is a photo of my other, smaller class, which I finished teaching last week. Bribed them with candy and cookies so they'd let me photograph them. Shit, they were lovely people.
Leftmost is a quiet girl who's the good friend of the one beside her, the 'dour' girl I'd written about earlier. Then there's Korean Guy, who's quiet and lonely living in a city full of Chinese but he's got a nice smile, and then behind Korean Guy there's my assistant, the Rebellious Artist who I'll see in Hong Kong when I get back on the 19th of August. The white kid is a highschooler from New York, he joined my last 3 classes to fulfill some community service requirement for graduation. Then there's Francis, whom everyone calls Turtle, and he's the lazy 'nasty boy' jerk type who says he wants a white-collar desk job and a hen for a housewife when he grows up. Next to him, with the emo glasses, is the Michael Jackson fan who taught me how to moonwalk. In the orange shirt is the 'monitor,' the oldest student with the best English, who claims he plans on becoming a lawyer though he's studying music theory and piano. Then there's a dork hiding from my camera, but he's funny and sweet and has the best 'buh?' clueless expression I've ever seen on a boy. The thin girl in front of him is Turtle's arch-nemesis, all sass and high spirits, and I think they are 'in like.' The girl in front of her is her classmate, who told me were to buy fake sushi for lunch.
MY CHILDREN ;A;
The wrinkly old head teacher asked me out to dinner 'some time,' but I managed to miss all 4 of his calls. That hot blond teacher asked me if I was going out on Thursday night and I missed his text message. I hate having a cellphone and I wish I was emotionally available.
On September 8th, Sony Pictures is releasing a dark coming-of-age-with-superpowers film called The Covenant, which has pretty faces and pretty SE and probably not much else. However, I found the trailer refreshing in a 'not again' sense, because the teenagers abuse their powers in small stupid ways -- and that was in short supply in the X-Men films and Sky High. In an article on the comic offshoot, the writers characterized the 'coming-of-age' genre as stories in which the main characters are both the heroes and the villains. Apt.
Dying to see Pirates of the Caribbean 2, and to rewatch Superman Returns, but I bought a fake box set of the 4400 so I might stave off those cravings for awhile. Also, I have a giant hole in my shoulder where I just scratched a zit off and it's bleeeeeding everywhere ew bye
=A=)/ I wouldn't be wearing a bikini but I don't have my own swimsuit and my workmate gave me one, practically brand new, that she outgrew a year ago. Maybe I'm just pissed about the color? Striped orange, pink, and blue on white, and it's a halter cut with a Skirt Thing. And it's stuffed, which isn't embarrassing so much as insulting, and my ego's too big to but laugh at that insult, and I really don't need to laugh at my boobs right now.
I wish I was a man. I haven't wished I was a man in years, but I'm determined to do this thing, in no small part because I don't particularly want to go.
I taught my last formal English class today, but this is a photo of my other, smaller class, which I finished teaching last week. Bribed them with candy and cookies so they'd let me photograph them. Shit, they were lovely people.
Leftmost is a quiet girl who's the good friend of the one beside her, the 'dour' girl I'd written about earlier. Then there's Korean Guy, who's quiet and lonely living in a city full of Chinese but he's got a nice smile, and then behind Korean Guy there's my assistant, the Rebellious Artist who I'll see in Hong Kong when I get back on the 19th of August. The white kid is a highschooler from New York, he joined my last 3 classes to fulfill some community service requirement for graduation. Then there's Francis, whom everyone calls Turtle, and he's the lazy 'nasty boy' jerk type who says he wants a white-collar desk job and a hen for a housewife when he grows up. Next to him, with the emo glasses, is the Michael Jackson fan who taught me how to moonwalk. In the orange shirt is the 'monitor,' the oldest student with the best English, who claims he plans on becoming a lawyer though he's studying music theory and piano. Then there's a dork hiding from my camera, but he's funny and sweet and has the best 'buh?' clueless expression I've ever seen on a boy. The thin girl in front of him is Turtle's arch-nemesis, all sass and high spirits, and I think they are 'in like.' The girl in front of her is her classmate, who told me were to buy fake sushi for lunch.
MY CHILDREN ;A;
The wrinkly old head teacher asked me out to dinner 'some time,' but I managed to miss all 4 of his calls. That hot blond teacher asked me if I was going out on Thursday night and I missed his text message. I hate having a cellphone and I wish I was emotionally available.
On September 8th, Sony Pictures is releasing a dark coming-of-age-with-superpowers film called The Covenant, which has pretty faces and pretty SE and probably not much else. However, I found the trailer refreshing in a 'not again' sense, because the teenagers abuse their powers in small stupid ways -- and that was in short supply in the X-Men films and Sky High. In an article on the comic offshoot, the writers characterized the 'coming-of-age' genre as stories in which the main characters are both the heroes and the villains. Apt.
Dying to see Pirates of the Caribbean 2, and to rewatch Superman Returns, but I bought a fake box set of the 4400 so I might stave off those cravings for awhile. Also, I have a giant hole in my shoulder where I just scratched a zit off and it's bleeeeeding everywhere ew bye