live like you mean it
I worked today. I see your disbelieving looks, but I did.
It is penance, it has to be, for declining two jobs on Monday. I refused to go in because I'd had the Halloween from Hell. Really.
Quick review of Sunday:
I wore my purple wig, painted my nails blue, put on some black lipstick and a white tank-top and called it a costume. Roo, (brother) fully immersed in his own gender crisis, requested that I paint his nails as well, before we bought him a pink BRATZ mesh hat, complete with rhinestones; a pink and black shirt with glitter that said , (I shit you not) 'Do You Believe in Love at First Sight? Or Should I walk Past You Again?' Picture a six foot, 140lb 19 year old (with long black hair) in all that, PLUS the hot pink leather belt. J went completely in drag, and insisted on being called Tiffany.
The concert started off badly, with too many people in a tiny pub. The first band was forgettably bad, but the second may have scarred me.
I had been warned about The Great Redneck Hope, and they lived up to their reputation. The lead singer was dressed in a metallic gold speedo (not attractive) and he kept whipping it out, a la Marilyn Manson. Also, the venue was SO small that they were playing IN THE AUDIENCE. Yeah. And inciting a riot while the did so.
Now, I admit. I listen to screamo along with my punk and my indie and my emo. But mindless, assaulting, shrieking has never done it for me. Especially when accompanied by real violence. I mean, I thought that mosh pits went out with grunge . . .
Anyway, I was trapped close to the front, and had to rely on Roo and J to keep me from being trampled. The only redeeming part of this experience was when the band stopped, mid-chord and the lead sang, very quietly, 'And I don't want the world to see me, 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand.' That was fucking surreal.
After The Hope, a trancy band played and a pirate kept buying me drinks while I danced with the devil.
I felt damned.
So, back to today. In order to make up for moping around the house on Monday, I took a two day sub-job today. For a SPED class at West Junior High. AHAHAHAHAHAH. (I'm very nearly hysterical at the moment.) Y'see yesterday, I told myself, 'At least it's not East!' Because, when we were in Junior High and I was dating a boy who had been kicked out of East? It was a status symbol, on par with with a bullet scar.
But, West is very nearly as bad and the five boys that they assigned to me are, God help me, the worst of them. There is 'Stalker Boy,' who has the name of a girl written on his binder 96 times. 97. 98. . . He's the one who turned to me and said, 'Do you know what humanity's fatal flaw is?' After I shook my head, he answered, 'We have a conscience. Without it, we could abandon our children and kill each other without ever feeling bad about it.'
Luckily, we were interrupted by another boy (remember, all of these kids have a good 5" and 100lbs on me) who jumps up and screams: 'In my past life, I was a motherfucking MOOSE!'
After all of this excitement, they settled down to building paper airplanes and pretending that they were terrorists. Guess who their target was? I have never, in all my life, been so insulted, menaced, and just plain harassed, as I was today. And I have to go back tomorrow.
It will be worth every Goddamn penny of the $150 dollars that I get paid for it.
I have never wished so badly that I could use my degrees . . .
On a much happier note- HAPPY BIRTHDAY to xanpet2000 Love and Light to you.
There could be fic for you this weekend . . . depending on when the block lifts :)
It is penance, it has to be, for declining two jobs on Monday. I refused to go in because I'd had the Halloween from Hell. Really.
Quick review of Sunday:
I wore my purple wig, painted my nails blue, put on some black lipstick and a white tank-top and called it a costume. Roo, (brother) fully immersed in his own gender crisis, requested that I paint his nails as well, before we bought him a pink BRATZ mesh hat, complete with rhinestones; a pink and black shirt with glitter that said , (I shit you not) 'Do You Believe in Love at First Sight? Or Should I walk Past You Again?' Picture a six foot, 140lb 19 year old (with long black hair) in all that, PLUS the hot pink leather belt. J went completely in drag, and insisted on being called Tiffany.
The concert started off badly, with too many people in a tiny pub. The first band was forgettably bad, but the second may have scarred me.
I had been warned about The Great Redneck Hope, and they lived up to their reputation. The lead singer was dressed in a metallic gold speedo (not attractive) and he kept whipping it out, a la Marilyn Manson. Also, the venue was SO small that they were playing IN THE AUDIENCE. Yeah. And inciting a riot while the did so.
Now, I admit. I listen to screamo along with my punk and my indie and my emo. But mindless, assaulting, shrieking has never done it for me. Especially when accompanied by real violence. I mean, I thought that mosh pits went out with grunge . . .
Anyway, I was trapped close to the front, and had to rely on Roo and J to keep me from being trampled. The only redeeming part of this experience was when the band stopped, mid-chord and the lead sang, very quietly, 'And I don't want the world to see me, 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand.' That was fucking surreal.
After The Hope, a trancy band played and a pirate kept buying me drinks while I danced with the devil.
I felt damned.
So, back to today. In order to make up for moping around the house on Monday, I took a two day sub-job today. For a SPED class at West Junior High. AHAHAHAHAHAH. (I'm very nearly hysterical at the moment.) Y'see yesterday, I told myself, 'At least it's not East!' Because, when we were in Junior High and I was dating a boy who had been kicked out of East? It was a status symbol, on par with with a bullet scar.
But, West is very nearly as bad and the five boys that they assigned to me are, God help me, the worst of them. There is 'Stalker Boy,' who has the name of a girl written on his binder 96 times. 97. 98. . . He's the one who turned to me and said, 'Do you know what humanity's fatal flaw is?' After I shook my head, he answered, 'We have a conscience. Without it, we could abandon our children and kill each other without ever feeling bad about it.'
Luckily, we were interrupted by another boy (remember, all of these kids have a good 5" and 100lbs on me) who jumps up and screams: 'In my past life, I was a motherfucking MOOSE!'
After all of this excitement, they settled down to building paper airplanes and pretending that they were terrorists. Guess who their target was? I have never, in all my life, been so insulted, menaced, and just plain harassed, as I was today. And I have to go back tomorrow.
It will be worth every Goddamn penny of the $150 dollars that I get paid for it.
I have never wished so badly that I could use my degrees . . .
On a much happier note- HAPPY BIRTHDAY to xanpet2000 Love and Light to you.
There could be fic for you this weekend . . . depending on when the block lifts :)