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YO BITCH,
So I don't really know why I'm making this post because nothing too exciting has happened today...
Went to do some community service for Harding School pre-kindergarden kids. SO ADORABLE. If I don't decide to become a professor of comparative ancient polytheistic world religions, then I'll definitely become a pre-school or kindergarden teacher. I love that age (4 and 5) because at that age one considers themself a "big kid" and can speak and run and laugh and interact with others, but at the same time one is still learning to tie one's shoes, write one's name, and not stumble over oneself due to clumsiness. And I mean COME ON. They believe in magic for crying out loud! Who wouldn't find such pure innocence endearing? One year, I think it was last year, I said something in Spanish to the kids (probably GATO considering that's one of the 5 words I know) and they immediately pointed to me and screamed, "YOU SPANISH!!" Apparently because I knew that one word, I was the same as them: "Spanish". And I mean, what are you supposed to say? No I'm African? I mean, haha ok wow I totally just realized I opened up a can of worms there... But I mean, they have absolutely no concept of RACE at that age. I can't tell them I'm Black because that doesn't mean anything to them. And they won't get it. They'll look at the pictures of black cats or whatever on the wall and say, "You not black!" because they may not know much, but they sure as hell know I'm not the same as that cat. And then they'd want to know what they were. And if I answered that I was a color, they'd want to know what COLOR they were as well. And considering most of them are Latino, the only answer (albeit its political incorrectness) would be "Brown". And I'm pretty sure that wouldn't fly too well with parents or the teacher...
So anyway. Then I did some krap. Came home and made some plans with Devon the Hawtie and possibly Renene to do some RACHEL SHOPPING and clothes shopping (even though I usually HATE that krap) for the dress-up affair, haha. I'm gonna see if I can find some type of funkyfresh disco 70s dress, because knowing me, I'd wear it again anyway...
Just for the record, I am officially 19% done with Driver's Ed. Not like that's anything really impressive considering Gabe just got his LICENSE or anything, but I was pretty proud of myself nonetheless...now if only I can finish by the time I leave highschool I'll be good.
OH! And I'm officially taking IB HISTORY OF THE AMERICAS next year instead of AP U.S. History which might present a problem because I don't have a 3rd SAT II I can take. That might mean I have to take AP FRENCH 7/8. With Rachel Cohen. And Caroline Clarke. And kurt. And to TOP IT ALL OFF, IVAN THE TERRIBLE. fuck. Speaking of, I haven't updated MOON BITCH'S journal in a while...I think it'll be easier when we go back to school. The only plus portion about taking french is good material for the journal I suppose. Um...ok let's see. I think I'm going to make my own quiz because I'm tired of having the desire to add questions and whatever. So that'll be fun because I'm gonna think of mondo hip and fresh questions that no one else would think of. Of which no one else would think. Or whatever. You can't end a sentence in a preposition (I said of at the end). I tried to fix it. It sounds dumb. Man, English sucks a fat one.
Ok...yes. Well then. I want to get together with a whole bunch of you because I miss all of you guys. But because SOME of you are working like 24/7 because your shitty-ass manager doesn't believe in child labor laws. You know what? I realized something. Out of all of the girls I know, I cuss the most. I'm always saying FUCK or SHIT or BITCH or whatever it is depending on the situation. And I become really aware of it around certain people and purposefully avoid doing it by using terms like LAME or NEITHER HIP NOR FRESH or NEGATIVE F MINUS or something along those lines. It's kind of weird. I mean I like the other terms a whole bunch; totally hip and fresh and unique and Kyrah-like, but it's just kind of bizarre that I cuss so much otherwise. Is that weird or do you guys think I'm just krazy?
Well Gabe was supposed to call a bunch of us tonight to do something but he hasn't called me back so I might just hang out at the house and watch REBA and other mondo krazyfresh Friday prime time t.v. shows. So, if you want to do something with me, call me. I'm usually free after around 12ish and I just sit at home doing nothing, haha.
WAR OUT HOMIE-GEES!!
So I don't really know why I'm making this post because nothing too exciting has happened today...
Went to do some community service for Harding School pre-kindergarden kids. SO ADORABLE. If I don't decide to become a professor of comparative ancient polytheistic world religions, then I'll definitely become a pre-school or kindergarden teacher. I love that age (4 and 5) because at that age one considers themself a "big kid" and can speak and run and laugh and interact with others, but at the same time one is still learning to tie one's shoes, write one's name, and not stumble over oneself due to clumsiness. And I mean COME ON. They believe in magic for crying out loud! Who wouldn't find such pure innocence endearing? One year, I think it was last year, I said something in Spanish to the kids (probably GATO considering that's one of the 5 words I know) and they immediately pointed to me and screamed, "YOU SPANISH!!" Apparently because I knew that one word, I was the same as them: "Spanish". And I mean, what are you supposed to say? No I'm African? I mean, haha ok wow I totally just realized I opened up a can of worms there... But I mean, they have absolutely no concept of RACE at that age. I can't tell them I'm Black because that doesn't mean anything to them. And they won't get it. They'll look at the pictures of black cats or whatever on the wall and say, "You not black!" because they may not know much, but they sure as hell know I'm not the same as that cat. And then they'd want to know what they were. And if I answered that I was a color, they'd want to know what COLOR they were as well. And considering most of them are Latino, the only answer (albeit its political incorrectness) would be "Brown". And I'm pretty sure that wouldn't fly too well with parents or the teacher...
So anyway. Then I did some krap. Came home and made some plans with Devon the Hawtie and possibly Renene to do some RACHEL SHOPPING and clothes shopping (even though I usually HATE that krap) for the dress-up affair, haha. I'm gonna see if I can find some type of funkyfresh disco 70s dress, because knowing me, I'd wear it again anyway...
Just for the record, I am officially 19% done with Driver's Ed. Not like that's anything really impressive considering Gabe just got his LICENSE or anything, but I was pretty proud of myself nonetheless...now if only I can finish by the time I leave highschool I'll be good.
OH! And I'm officially taking IB HISTORY OF THE AMERICAS next year instead of AP U.S. History which might present a problem because I don't have a 3rd SAT II I can take. That might mean I have to take AP FRENCH 7/8. With Rachel Cohen. And Caroline Clarke. And kurt. And to TOP IT ALL OFF, IVAN THE TERRIBLE. fuck. Speaking of, I haven't updated MOON BITCH'S journal in a while...I think it'll be easier when we go back to school. The only plus portion about taking french is good material for the journal I suppose. Um...ok let's see. I think I'm going to make my own quiz because I'm tired of having the desire to add questions and whatever. So that'll be fun because I'm gonna think of mondo hip and fresh questions that no one else would think of. Of which no one else would think. Or whatever. You can't end a sentence in a preposition (I said of at the end). I tried to fix it. It sounds dumb. Man, English sucks a fat one.
Ok...yes. Well then. I want to get together with a whole bunch of you because I miss all of you guys. But because SOME of you are working like 24/7 because your shitty-ass manager doesn't believe in child labor laws. You know what? I realized something. Out of all of the girls I know, I cuss the most. I'm always saying FUCK or SHIT or BITCH or whatever it is depending on the situation. And I become really aware of it around certain people and purposefully avoid doing it by using terms like LAME or NEITHER HIP NOR FRESH or NEGATIVE F MINUS or something along those lines. It's kind of weird. I mean I like the other terms a whole bunch; totally hip and fresh and unique and Kyrah-like, but it's just kind of bizarre that I cuss so much otherwise. Is that weird or do you guys think I'm just krazy?
Well Gabe was supposed to call a bunch of us tonight to do something but he hasn't called me back so I might just hang out at the house and watch REBA and other mondo krazyfresh Friday prime time t.v. shows. So, if you want to do something with me, call me. I'm usually free after around 12ish and I just sit at home doing nothing, haha.
WAR OUT HOMIE-GEES!!