I got to got to got to got to got to got to got to find a way, to jump over the moon
I just watched the Squid and the Whale, I always procrastinate watching a new film and then never actually getting around to see it. But whenever I finally sit down and watch it I love it. It's nice to have some alone time to watch a movie. I really liked this movie. The story of the crumbling american family is getting a little tiring. Nonetheless I still enjoyed it a lot.
Capitalism is the bane of the revolutionary. Obviously. I have a love/hate relationship with work. I love to hate work. There isn't much that is truly fulfilling out of working. However, I have come to a certain important realization about working with children. I have influence over them. I know that I had influence on them before having worked at Planet Janet, but now, even with much less time I actually see these children, I must drop knowledge on them. They learn from me and they listen to every word and actually can function in a pool. These children will grow up and go on to pool parties, they may be at the beach or in their own private pool, but they can function and perform in the pool because of something I did. It's work nonetheless, but in all our work we must malama nurture. I hate to be at work at 2:00 pm. It is now 6:17 am.
I had to jump into the pool to get a kid. Nothing serious and I could have completely not jumped in, another counselor was there to pull him out. Not like he would have died anyways, he just started freaking out. I can't stand people that do not know how to swim yet insist on being in the deep end. It pains me to my core.
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I don't have much that is very interesting to say. Such is life, especially when all one does is work and very little of interest happens. Although there was this dude at a party the other nite who said, within a 15 minutes shouted to the guy picking music "Oh man you need to put on some fucking Cooper, hell ya man, some fucking Alice Cooper, that'll save this" and then while describing some kids or something like that used the word "faggoty" (pronounced: faggeddy). I hate this person whoever he is or wherever he is. If I were to see a car almost hit him and had the chance to save his life I would probably get out a cigarette and savor the flavor of watching him die and killing myself slowly.
I'm not in a cynical mood, it just might happen to sound like it.
Other than working 35 hours a week, I am having an otherwise very pleasant summer. Made some new friends, however they live on the east coast and I will forgive them for that. There is a lot of change going on with my relationships with some friends, and I feel ok about it. My core group of friends, those closest to me whom I see often are still there and our friendship is going strong and I love them so much. I'm getting alot closer to some people and growing a little distant from others (some in particular I don't mind at all distancing from). I want to see this summer be something great. Something to happen.
Capitalism is the bane of the revolutionary. Obviously. I have a love/hate relationship with work. I love to hate work. There isn't much that is truly fulfilling out of working. However, I have come to a certain important realization about working with children. I have influence over them. I know that I had influence on them before having worked at Planet Janet, but now, even with much less time I actually see these children, I must drop knowledge on them. They learn from me and they listen to every word and actually can function in a pool. These children will grow up and go on to pool parties, they may be at the beach or in their own private pool, but they can function and perform in the pool because of something I did. It's work nonetheless, but in all our work we must malama nurture. I hate to be at work at 2:00 pm. It is now 6:17 am.
I had to jump into the pool to get a kid. Nothing serious and I could have completely not jumped in, another counselor was there to pull him out. Not like he would have died anyways, he just started freaking out. I can't stand people that do not know how to swim yet insist on being in the deep end. It pains me to my core.
Interesting websites witchschool.com and tarotcollege.com online wicca and tarot classes. Rawther interesting. I enjoy them.
I don't have much that is very interesting to say. Such is life, especially when all one does is work and very little of interest happens. Although there was this dude at a party the other nite who said, within a 15 minutes shouted to the guy picking music "Oh man you need to put on some fucking Cooper, hell ya man, some fucking Alice Cooper, that'll save this" and then while describing some kids or something like that used the word "faggoty" (pronounced: faggeddy). I hate this person whoever he is or wherever he is. If I were to see a car almost hit him and had the chance to save his life I would probably get out a cigarette and savor the flavor of watching him die and killing myself slowly.
I'm not in a cynical mood, it just might happen to sound like it.
Other than working 35 hours a week, I am having an otherwise very pleasant summer. Made some new friends, however they live on the east coast and I will forgive them for that. There is a lot of change going on with my relationships with some friends, and I feel ok about it. My core group of friends, those closest to me whom I see often are still there and our friendship is going strong and I love them so much. I'm getting alot closer to some people and growing a little distant from others (some in particular I don't mind at all distancing from). I want to see this summer be something great. Something to happen.