Get the hell out of my yard!
And here I stand. This is what it all comes down to. Through all that has happened to me, I am sitting in Seattle, in a room with dirty carpet, socks, and a stool plus other furnishings of delight. This is my existence.
It is pouring rain here. The wind is fucking relentless and I am surprised the power hasn't gone out. I know I'm in the city, but it's what I am used to. Excessive wind=power loss and seeing with candles and oil lamps.
This day was shitty as fuck for tutoring. I didn't see all of my kids, but the ones I did see with few exceptions, pissed the hell out of me. There's some cross-corps meeting tomorrow from 12-2:30 and part of me really wants to go so I can miss the rest of the school day. I think I've decided to stick the day out though because I don't want leave for break on the note I left on today.
I missed the bus going home to by seconds and had to stand in the rain for about 20 minutes. I kind of enjoyed it until I became a little cold. That just ruins things. It reminded me of going out into the night with my machete back home and slaughtering blackberry vines in the driving rain. The best part was not seeing wounds until going back inside to see my hands covered with thorns and blood. Fun shit. Seriously.
Dennis Kucinich is running for pres again. That delights me. I remember meeting him. It was a good thing that happened on an otherwise fucking awful spring break. The worst I ever had, in fact. Speaking of spring break, Seattle schools get a break in Feb. called "mid winter break" and then "spring break" comes in april. Fucked up shit, but delicious nonetheless.
Sad news: Peter Boyle died. Nobody could have danced better in tails and massive fucking boots in Young Frankenstein. He was only 71. Love that man.
And now a long overdue quote: I dance, I dance, I dance. Around the Mexican hat. I dance, I dance, I dance. And that's the end of that. Or is it for I still am singing. My cell phone appears to be ringing.
Jesus Christ I hope I make it through AmeriCorps. Got a little over 7 months left...maybe 8 months. I don't really know.
This is becoming dangerously long and rambling. Bad FUCKING news!
Cheers!!
It is pouring rain here. The wind is fucking relentless and I am surprised the power hasn't gone out. I know I'm in the city, but it's what I am used to. Excessive wind=power loss and seeing with candles and oil lamps.
This day was shitty as fuck for tutoring. I didn't see all of my kids, but the ones I did see with few exceptions, pissed the hell out of me. There's some cross-corps meeting tomorrow from 12-2:30 and part of me really wants to go so I can miss the rest of the school day. I think I've decided to stick the day out though because I don't want leave for break on the note I left on today.
I missed the bus going home to by seconds and had to stand in the rain for about 20 minutes. I kind of enjoyed it until I became a little cold. That just ruins things. It reminded me of going out into the night with my machete back home and slaughtering blackberry vines in the driving rain. The best part was not seeing wounds until going back inside to see my hands covered with thorns and blood. Fun shit. Seriously.
Dennis Kucinich is running for pres again. That delights me. I remember meeting him. It was a good thing that happened on an otherwise fucking awful spring break. The worst I ever had, in fact. Speaking of spring break, Seattle schools get a break in Feb. called "mid winter break" and then "spring break" comes in april. Fucked up shit, but delicious nonetheless.
Sad news: Peter Boyle died. Nobody could have danced better in tails and massive fucking boots in Young Frankenstein. He was only 71. Love that man.
And now a long overdue quote: I dance, I dance, I dance. Around the Mexican hat. I dance, I dance, I dance. And that's the end of that. Or is it for I still am singing. My cell phone appears to be ringing.
Jesus Christ I hope I make it through AmeriCorps. Got a little over 7 months left...maybe 8 months. I don't really know.
This is becoming dangerously long and rambling. Bad FUCKING news!
Cheers!!