well, it turns out that i am back with many things about which to write. sadly, though, i cannot waste my time writing everything here. and as much as i'd like, i probably shouldn't waste your time as much either.
first things first. i have successfully complete my first week of teaching 2nd grade. it was...different...to say the least. as of monday, 24 august 2009, this wesley became the proud parent/inheritor of 20 boys and girls (10 of each...thanx to a little bargaining). from the way this first week went, it's painfully clear to me that i'm going to need the following materials: a sturdy yardstick made of solid oak, two belts (it's an inside joke), some black masking tape, a lifetime supply of ibuprofen (sidenote, i hate that damn word: it's unpronounceable for me), a swear jar, a steady stream of morphine, and a hell of an attorney. actually...forget the swear jar; i might need one of those huge ozarka or sparklett's water fountain jugs.
all in all, my first week went a lot more smoothly than i thought it would. as most are aware, my heart is still resisting 2nd grade. it's an internal struggle, similar to how a body might resist a transplanted organ. i'm working through it, though. i've found that i can do a lot more with this lot of ankle-biters than i could with the kindergartners. i was trying to show them how to hold pencils, sit in desks, write their names, etc. they looked at me like i was absolutely insane:
mr. thomas, we KNOW how to do that!
whatever, dude. we're gonna have to come to some sort of compromise, the kids and i. they can go on with all that attitude all willy-nilly. i can say this: this is going to be an interesting lot of kids. i have a trail mix of students who have varying degrees of personalities, most of which clash with mine. more on that later.
SO...in school we're (the staff) playing this game called "assassin." each staff member has the name of another person, along with a secret word. the object is to get your assigned person to say that assigned word. then, and ONLY then, will you have assassinated them and get their target. i was projected to be a big killer in this game for some reason. i objected; i have such a subdued persona. i think i've been able to see through a lot of people's ploys, although i am certain that i will not win. i do know that i'm not gonna get got. i know who's out to get me, and that is all i will say.
meanwhile, board games are still in full swing, although they've dropped off a bit since school started. now that i have to get up a 5.45a and get home at 4.5p (on a good day, that is), my sleep schedule is taking a heavy hit. add to that the fact that i have to be a lot more responsible with my school stuff this year (not that i haven't been in the past; there are just a lot more things i have to do with 2nd grade) and you have a potentially grumpy gus on your hands. if wesley can't get his sleep, come monday kids will weep. i just made that up on the spot; it was supposed to end differently...
which reminds me, eric and crystal (and to a lesser degree, todd) are trying to arouse themselves by intentionally using poor grammar around me. they are destroying the king's english, phoneme by phoneme, on purpose with their self-made creations that i cannot even bear to type here. that's okay; i know what they're trying to do, but i will not, must not, should not and could not fall for it. mainly it's because eric and crystal are a little tiffed about losing tichu many many times. oh yeah, todd an i beat the sh*t out of them. they'll deny it if asked, but come to me; i have the proof locked away.
i will spend the rest of the day preparing for this coming week. i have to get a system down for doing school stuff. i think i'll set wednesdays aside for staying late at school and getting maintenance work done. i have to do grades and all that stuff today, then work on maintaining that all year. maybe board games will be played today (who knows?) but i have to bring my A game this year, or else i'm screwed.
it's official. galaxy truckers is neither on nor off my list. it just...is. like the angel of death is neither good nor evil; it just...is. werewolf is slowly making its way onto my list. in shadow hunters news, i haven't been allie recently. it's making me uncomfortable. i don't want to have to change my board game schtick again. it's already gone from "wesley: always allie, always a villager" to "wesley: always allie, seldom a werewolf." i couldn't bear to live with "wesley: usually allie, seldom a werewolf." it would just break my heart.
and in volleyball news, not much has happened with me. on tomorrow, i won't have played in a week, though i'll be returning to the sand (insert annoyed grunt here) tomorrow evening. maybe i'll hit the rosemeade tomorrow before hand to refresh myself. x and i are on and off; we have on days and off days. we'll get it together eventually, but the most important thing is for us to have fun. i'm afraid...i'm going...to have...to touch.......the butt. lululululululululu! and filling in for minnie ripperton, miss adrienne siefers!
my hair is growing! i must take advantage of it before it recedes too far. my forehead is expanding by the day. i think i will get it twisted; right now it is very curly. most people seem to like it, but it's just juices and berries you know. a lot of people aren't too familiar with african-american cul...
oh well, c'est la vie!
-w
PS: happy berfday michael, happy anniversary todd & crystal!
30 August 2009
23 August 2009
everybody hates feeling got at...
why does the word "pissy" exist? if that word was stricken from all memory, then i probably wouldn't have been in such a pissy mood yesterday. by the way, my bad to those who had to suffer through it. i don't know; usually i exude a somewhat subdued and quiet demeanor about myself. i don't show too much emotion, because as we all know...a person who is governed by his/her emotions is pretty much useless. yesterday, though, something happened. i don't even exactly know what, but whatever it was really put me off.
if i tried to hint at it...it would definitely involve first day of school jitters. i feel like i'm just not ready for those ankle biters to invade the space which i have so diligently, meticulously, and painstakingly prepared, mostly because i know that they're gonna "f" it up on day one and we'll be fighting all the live long year. i mean, i always feel like that before the first day, but this time feels at least 5 times more intense than usual. just keep me lifted up in prayer.
when i get overly stressed about something, it tends to carry over into my everyday life. it eats and eats away at my otherwise bubbly personality and gnaws at my insides until eventually it kills...you. in a nutshell, it makes me pissy. that reminds me; i'll post about my personality test results next time. meanwhile, when i get pissy, i often get this feeling of being (and this may be the only time i use a preposition to end a sentence, reason being that it is part of an idiom) "got at." to feet "got at" is a terrible thing and i'm sure we've all felt this way before. if i had to explain the feeling, i would use phrases like..."the world is out to get me" and "nobody likes me" and "hermitic." needless to say, it's not a very good feeling.
it led to a realization of an ironically idiosyncratic pet peeve. here's the equation: i am a low talker and realize that there are times when people may not hear me. yet, i found that it sometimes annoys me when my voice is not heard. add to that a pissy mood, and all hell breaks loose. of course, i suppose i could speak a little louder, but as long as i can hear myself, what the hell is the problem? last nite, i went to the monthly board game marathon thing downtown and this little issue got me into a lot of trouble. most folks might not have known, but i knew, and at the end of the day, isn't that all that matters? i could specifically point out 5 people off the top of my head from last nite who inadvertently activated this self induced pet peeve...and i would not be lying if i said that i wanted to pretty much "dot their 'I's and cross their 'T's" if you know what i mean. but being the generous person i am, i can accept that, and my heart is still open.
i think that this whole blawging thing is proving to be therapeutic, because honestly, i grew to not like one person at all last nite, and would have been more than happy to not associate with that person ever again (i mean good grief...１人があんなに苛立たしいお喋りなんて...とんでもないよ!), but i feel like i've worked through it, and am ready to give it another go. thanx, blawgspot! it's like the doctor is in, but providing a free service.
okay, enough griping...about that. it's all in the past. most people have their own ways of venting anger. for example, my friend x gives people "5 minutes." that means don't interact with her for that long, and then everything is okay. i have a theoretical "list" on which i put things. as far as board games go, a game called "robo rally" went on the list as soon as i played it. let me explain something. there are all kinds of people in this world, all of whom are gifted in different ways. i was NOT given the gift of spatial awareness. i trip over things all the time. i was also not born with the ability to think quickly. it just takes some of us a little longer to "get it." this game is all about the spatial awareness and quick thinking. see where i'm going???
"galaxy truckers" is the latest addition to my list. basically, you and four other people are scrambling against a timer (mistake 1) to build a spaceship using the same group of pieces (mistake 2) that will hold up against various obstacles (mistake 3) that you can never predict (mistake 4), and you must try to build a ship that, at the very least, will be left in some sort of condition at the end of the game (mistakes 5 thru 99). this game and i are comparable to martin and gina, to george jefferson and florence, to jj walker and thelma, to kyle barker and maxine shaw, to the old married couple on "in living color" who always try to kill each other but in the end proclaim that "we STILL together!" it's a love/hate thing with this game. i either love to hate it, or hate to love it. i will always proclaim that that damn game is "infuriating." for some reason, though, i get a kick out of playing it. it's almost as if i enjoy the miserable feeling of getting my ship destroyed every round. remind me to see a psychiatrist; there might be some deeply seeded feelings i have yet to discover...that's it; "galaxy truckers" is off my list!
i've written too much about that, and didn't even get a chance to discuss how my social life is over with the first day of school being tomorrow. maybe i will do it later today and blawg about how i feel about it, or tomorrow on the actual first day to blawg about how it went. either way, i don't predict it will be very positive.
my thoughts and prayers are going out to me,
-w
if i tried to hint at it...it would definitely involve first day of school jitters. i feel like i'm just not ready for those ankle biters to invade the space which i have so diligently, meticulously, and painstakingly prepared, mostly because i know that they're gonna "f" it up on day one and we'll be fighting all the live long year. i mean, i always feel like that before the first day, but this time feels at least 5 times more intense than usual. just keep me lifted up in prayer.
when i get overly stressed about something, it tends to carry over into my everyday life. it eats and eats away at my otherwise bubbly personality and gnaws at my insides until eventually it kills...you. in a nutshell, it makes me pissy. that reminds me; i'll post about my personality test results next time. meanwhile, when i get pissy, i often get this feeling of being (and this may be the only time i use a preposition to end a sentence, reason being that it is part of an idiom) "got at." to feet "got at" is a terrible thing and i'm sure we've all felt this way before. if i had to explain the feeling, i would use phrases like..."the world is out to get me" and "nobody likes me" and "hermitic." needless to say, it's not a very good feeling.
it led to a realization of an ironically idiosyncratic pet peeve. here's the equation: i am a low talker and realize that there are times when people may not hear me. yet, i found that it sometimes annoys me when my voice is not heard. add to that a pissy mood, and all hell breaks loose. of course, i suppose i could speak a little louder, but as long as i can hear myself, what the hell is the problem? last nite, i went to the monthly board game marathon thing downtown and this little issue got me into a lot of trouble. most folks might not have known, but i knew, and at the end of the day, isn't that all that matters? i could specifically point out 5 people off the top of my head from last nite who inadvertently activated this self induced pet peeve...and i would not be lying if i said that i wanted to pretty much "dot their 'I's and cross their 'T's" if you know what i mean. but being the generous person i am, i can accept that, and my heart is still open.
i think that this whole blawging thing is proving to be therapeutic, because honestly, i grew to not like one person at all last nite, and would have been more than happy to not associate with that person ever again (i mean good grief...１人があんなに苛立たしいお喋りなんて...とんでもないよ!), but i feel like i've worked through it, and am ready to give it another go. thanx, blawgspot! it's like the doctor is in, but providing a free service.
okay, enough griping...about that. it's all in the past. most people have their own ways of venting anger. for example, my friend x gives people "5 minutes." that means don't interact with her for that long, and then everything is okay. i have a theoretical "list" on which i put things. as far as board games go, a game called "robo rally" went on the list as soon as i played it. let me explain something. there are all kinds of people in this world, all of whom are gifted in different ways. i was NOT given the gift of spatial awareness. i trip over things all the time. i was also not born with the ability to think quickly. it just takes some of us a little longer to "get it." this game is all about the spatial awareness and quick thinking. see where i'm going???
"galaxy truckers" is the latest addition to my list. basically, you and four other people are scrambling against a timer (mistake 1) to build a spaceship using the same group of pieces (mistake 2) that will hold up against various obstacles (mistake 3) that you can never predict (mistake 4), and you must try to build a ship that, at the very least, will be left in some sort of condition at the end of the game (mistakes 5 thru 99). this game and i are comparable to martin and gina, to george jefferson and florence, to jj walker and thelma, to kyle barker and maxine shaw, to the old married couple on "in living color" who always try to kill each other but in the end proclaim that "we STILL together!" it's a love/hate thing with this game. i either love to hate it, or hate to love it. i will always proclaim that that damn game is "infuriating." for some reason, though, i get a kick out of playing it. it's almost as if i enjoy the miserable feeling of getting my ship destroyed every round. remind me to see a psychiatrist; there might be some deeply seeded feelings i have yet to discover...that's it; "galaxy truckers" is off my list!
i've written too much about that, and didn't even get a chance to discuss how my social life is over with the first day of school being tomorrow. maybe i will do it later today and blawg about how i feel about it, or tomorrow on the actual first day to blawg about how it went. either way, i don't predict it will be very positive.
my thoughts and prayers are going out to me,
-w
20 August 2009
everybody hates names...
wesley took a friend out to dinner last nite...you know what? f what you heard; wesley went on a date last nite. i successfully convinced a girl i know to come with me to dinner. i was a bit scared from the jump. she suggested meeting there at 6.0p, and i was like...how about 6ish...to which she adamantly replied..."6." needless to say, of course i was 20 minutes late, but in my defense, it's never usually my fault. traffic was completely against me that day. anyway, we sat, we ate, we talked, we laughed, we joked...it was an evening of pure unadulterated magic. no, i'm not being overly-dramatic. it was fun, okay?
i got her (i will not mention the name to protect the satisfied...but it's the same name as a certain hue...and it does NOT rhyme with a female body part) a present, as she is now gone back to college. so then the question popped up: why did i choose to wait until the day before she left to ask her out to dinner? truth be told, i am a highly neurotic individual whose heart palpitates at the slightest possibility of a rejection. i generally prefer not to take the chance at all, but i figure...i'm in my 30s now, it's about time i at least put myself out there once or twice or even thrice. oh well, the dinner went well, and perhaps we'll give it another go if things click.
that brings me to facebook. a short while ago i changed my status from "single" to "in a relationship" and i mean people i hadn't spoken to in years were coming out of the blue asking for details. c'mon guys, am i supposed to be perpetually single? i will admit that i am far too into myself to bring in another person, but with all the change that has been going on in my life...it had to happen sooner or later. this isn't to say that i am planning on marrying this girl; who thinks that far ahead? i'm just saying that it's about time i started looking for the one who will eventually bear my three children, whose names will all start with "w." preferably three boys who will ensure my name lives on, but a girl would be nice. i need name suggestions, though. i've got "whitney" and "william" and i've started to like "wyatt" and even "wesley jr." every now and then, but i can't really find any worthwhile names out there.
speaking of names...school's about to start for real. the kids are back in town monday, which is 4 days away and counting. my room is not done yet, but will be by tomorrow, so help me jason price (i don't generally take the Lord's name in vain, so i tend to use the next best thing). i'll be sure to post pictures, and i promise i will put a little more thought into how they look. i took peek at the blawg and the way it looked was...nothing short of horrendous. it was just awful. i know you're thinking: who would have the nerve to click the "publish" button on something like that? i'm sorry; i think i was just tired.
i digress...we got our rosters today and...well...let's just say that there are so many kids who need their asses whooped on a regular basis that none of us were the least bit excited about our lot. usually when people receive news, they might exclaim "YES!" or something like that, but for us it was really a struggle to even open our mouths to let out some sort of sigh. i was like, who's the real winner here? all those mamas are the winners, because now they have somewhere to drop their bad ass kids while they spend the day relaxing, which is what i used to do until God took away my summer. it's going to be a rough year, but we're all going to keep each other lifted up in prayer. by the by, we'll be having altar calls every weekday morning at 7.45a. we'll all need a little bit of religion...and TWO belts...
i digressed again...so, i mentioned names. some of these names are near impossible to pronounce. what are these mamas thinking!? who the hell needs an apostrophe in his/her name? i won't post names of minors on here (yet), but names such as ke'andra and sha'nique just don't make sense to me. let's fast forward 60 years into the future. can you imagine a grandmother with a name like that? yuck. when i think of old people, i usually go for names like...you know...beverly, estelle, ellen, ruth. those are good names. of course, they're not names i'd ever give my kids, but still...you could get a job with those names.
i want my kids to have names that will get them jobs. and i'm not talking about those stank jobs at the grocery store. my kids are going to have good jobs so that they can take care of me when i hit 70 (provided i make it through that difficult and somewhat awkward mid-life period). i'm sure that my kids will have crazy and highly unpronounceable middle names, and maybe even two middle names, but at least they'll have that first name to carry.
i need to go to bed. even though it's a "teacher work day," i apparently still have to show up on time, which i failed to do today. color me surprised when i strolled in this morning, nice and late (by an hour). i got up and was watching "charmed" and taking my time and everything. it was terrible. next time, i'll know better.
ttfn,
-w
i got her (i will not mention the name to protect the satisfied...but it's the same name as a certain hue...and it does NOT rhyme with a female body part) a present, as she is now gone back to college. so then the question popped up: why did i choose to wait until the day before she left to ask her out to dinner? truth be told, i am a highly neurotic individual whose heart palpitates at the slightest possibility of a rejection. i generally prefer not to take the chance at all, but i figure...i'm in my 30s now, it's about time i at least put myself out there once or twice or even thrice. oh well, the dinner went well, and perhaps we'll give it another go if things click.
that brings me to facebook. a short while ago i changed my status from "single" to "in a relationship" and i mean people i hadn't spoken to in years were coming out of the blue asking for details. c'mon guys, am i supposed to be perpetually single? i will admit that i am far too into myself to bring in another person, but with all the change that has been going on in my life...it had to happen sooner or later. this isn't to say that i am planning on marrying this girl; who thinks that far ahead? i'm just saying that it's about time i started looking for the one who will eventually bear my three children, whose names will all start with "w." preferably three boys who will ensure my name lives on, but a girl would be nice. i need name suggestions, though. i've got "whitney" and "william" and i've started to like "wyatt" and even "wesley jr." every now and then, but i can't really find any worthwhile names out there.
speaking of names...school's about to start for real. the kids are back in town monday, which is 4 days away and counting. my room is not done yet, but will be by tomorrow, so help me jason price (i don't generally take the Lord's name in vain, so i tend to use the next best thing). i'll be sure to post pictures, and i promise i will put a little more thought into how they look. i took peek at the blawg and the way it looked was...nothing short of horrendous. it was just awful. i know you're thinking: who would have the nerve to click the "publish" button on something like that? i'm sorry; i think i was just tired.
i digress...we got our rosters today and...well...let's just say that there are so many kids who need their asses whooped on a regular basis that none of us were the least bit excited about our lot. usually when people receive news, they might exclaim "YES!" or something like that, but for us it was really a struggle to even open our mouths to let out some sort of sigh. i was like, who's the real winner here? all those mamas are the winners, because now they have somewhere to drop their bad ass kids while they spend the day relaxing, which is what i used to do until God took away my summer. it's going to be a rough year, but we're all going to keep each other lifted up in prayer. by the by, we'll be having altar calls every weekday morning at 7.45a. we'll all need a little bit of religion...and TWO belts...
i digressed again...so, i mentioned names. some of these names are near impossible to pronounce. what are these mamas thinking!? who the hell needs an apostrophe in his/her name? i won't post names of minors on here (yet), but names such as ke'andra and sha'nique just don't make sense to me. let's fast forward 60 years into the future. can you imagine a grandmother with a name like that? yuck. when i think of old people, i usually go for names like...you know...beverly, estelle, ellen, ruth. those are good names. of course, they're not names i'd ever give my kids, but still...you could get a job with those names.
i want my kids to have names that will get them jobs. and i'm not talking about those stank jobs at the grocery store. my kids are going to have good jobs so that they can take care of me when i hit 70 (provided i make it through that difficult and somewhat awkward mid-life period). i'm sure that my kids will have crazy and highly unpronounceable middle names, and maybe even two middle names, but at least they'll have that first name to carry.
i need to go to bed. even though it's a "teacher work day," i apparently still have to show up on time, which i failed to do today. color me surprised when i strolled in this morning, nice and late (by an hour). i got up and was watching "charmed" and taking my time and everything. it was terrible. next time, i'll know better.
ttfn,
-w
18 August 2009
everybody hates being pinched..
oh...my...gawd. every year i am charged with the daunting task of turning a veritable pumpkin into a carriage. the catch, however, is that i do not get to use my magic wand. with this being my 3rd season of teaching, i have made a tradition of taking before and after pictures of my classroom. here are this year's before pictures. this is the room with which i have to work:
i should warn you; this room that i have inherited is my biggest challege yet. it's more long than it is wide, so it's kind of like a rectangular chamber that has the least amount of room that i have had so far. keep me lifted up in prayer as i try to solve the unsolvable. i have, however, garnered enough problem solving skills to be confident that i may be able to accomplish this task, due in large part to all of the board gaming experience that i have had. i haven't caught on to this whole editing thing fully, so bear with me.
hopefully it doesn't come out looking like the eyesore that i fear. oh well, who cares. this is for MY documentation, not yours, so it's all good.
meanwhile, this is the bookshelf that i put together all by my lonesome! mrs. thornton gave this to me 2 years ago and i finally found the time to put it together. not bad, huh? hey, what can i say? better late than pregnant...
school has started (insert sad face here). actually, the kiddos are still out until 24 august, but we teachers have started back. let me be the one to say...it's hard to have gone a whole summer not doing much and then suddenly having to get up buttcrack early in the morning to get ready for work. i mean, i went pretty much the whole summer looking like sh*t because let's face it; i don't have anybody significant to impress besides myself, and i think i look at least a 6 on a scale from 1 to 15. that's almost halfway there. don't worry, i can accept that, and my heart is still open.
speaking of that...here is something that i am having a hard time accepting. today, during what can only be referred to as "training," my team and i were sat at our table and i decided to say something to mrs. sharp, who was sat on my right. apparently (and i write that more along the lines of "allegedly"), my whispering voice carries a lot more force than my talking voice and ms. punch, who was sat on my left, wanted to let me know that.
now, i don't know the exact number, but it seems that of the plethora of choices that punch (this is ms. punch, not some fruity drink; teachers tend to call each other by their last names) had to tell me that i was loud, she chose what i suppose was the most obvious one. excuse my language for the next few sentences...but this punk @$ bitch pinched the sh*t out of my arm. yeah, dammit i said it, i wrote it, and i thought it. i'm not a wimp to my knowledge. i've been hit before, i've been punched, smacked, slammed, tackled, all of that. i've even been pinched before, but believe me when i say that this heifer tried her best to make me cry...and almost did. sharp told me that there was a red mark on my arm; punch got me on that awkward part of the arm where you can feel it, but not really twist it so that it's visible. the point is, it hurt...a lot...a hell of a lot.
i can accept it, and my heart is still open, but let me say this about my heart. it is 3 sizes too small and cold as ice. on a side note, sand runs through my veins (shout out to ratchet for that!). i'm a very cold and unemotional person, so i wasn't going to just stop the training and confront her. i'm non-confrontational. forgive, i do plenty; i never forget. i've come to terms with it...8 hours later...but it's always going to be in the back of my mind. i'm getting tired and need to go to sleep, so i'll slander punch later if i feel up to it.
i'm so damn tired because i haven't yet realized that i'm back to work. last nite i had a volleyball game and afterwards went to wendy's for the usual get together to talk about everybody else. i asked what time it was and somebody said 12.5a (which is 12:30am for those of you who aren't familiar with my ways). i was like...PEACE! i know damn well that i am NOT a morning person. i'm not a late nite person either, but that's for another blawg.
well...it's about time for me to get to bed. it's 10.0p right about now and i've been on a soap box about punch all day. my arm doesn't hurt anymore...physically...so i guess i should get over it.
just keep me lifted up in prayer,
-w
i should warn you; this room that i have inherited is my biggest challege yet. it's more long than it is wide, so it's kind of like a rectangular chamber that has the least amount of room that i have had so far. keep me lifted up in prayer as i try to solve the unsolvable. i have, however, garnered enough problem solving skills to be confident that i may be able to accomplish this task, due in large part to all of the board gaming experience that i have had. i haven't caught on to this whole editing thing fully, so bear with me.
hopefully it doesn't come out looking like the eyesore that i fear. oh well, who cares. this is for MY documentation, not yours, so it's all good.
meanwhile, this is the bookshelf that i put together all by my lonesome! mrs. thornton gave this to me 2 years ago and i finally found the time to put it together. not bad, huh? hey, what can i say? better late than pregnant...
school has started (insert sad face here). actually, the kiddos are still out until 24 august, but we teachers have started back. let me be the one to say...it's hard to have gone a whole summer not doing much and then suddenly having to get up buttcrack early in the morning to get ready for work. i mean, i went pretty much the whole summer looking like sh*t because let's face it; i don't have anybody significant to impress besides myself, and i think i look at least a 6 on a scale from 1 to 15. that's almost halfway there. don't worry, i can accept that, and my heart is still open.
speaking of that...here is something that i am having a hard time accepting. today, during what can only be referred to as "training," my team and i were sat at our table and i decided to say something to mrs. sharp, who was sat on my right. apparently (and i write that more along the lines of "allegedly"), my whispering voice carries a lot more force than my talking voice and ms. punch, who was sat on my left, wanted to let me know that.
now, i don't know the exact number, but it seems that of the plethora of choices that punch (this is ms. punch, not some fruity drink; teachers tend to call each other by their last names) had to tell me that i was loud, she chose what i suppose was the most obvious one. excuse my language for the next few sentences...but this punk @$ bitch pinched the sh*t out of my arm. yeah, dammit i said it, i wrote it, and i thought it. i'm not a wimp to my knowledge. i've been hit before, i've been punched, smacked, slammed, tackled, all of that. i've even been pinched before, but believe me when i say that this heifer tried her best to make me cry...and almost did. sharp told me that there was a red mark on my arm; punch got me on that awkward part of the arm where you can feel it, but not really twist it so that it's visible. the point is, it hurt...a lot...a hell of a lot.
i can accept it, and my heart is still open, but let me say this about my heart. it is 3 sizes too small and cold as ice. on a side note, sand runs through my veins (shout out to ratchet for that!). i'm a very cold and unemotional person, so i wasn't going to just stop the training and confront her. i'm non-confrontational. forgive, i do plenty; i never forget. i've come to terms with it...8 hours later...but it's always going to be in the back of my mind. i'm getting tired and need to go to sleep, so i'll slander punch later if i feel up to it.
i'm so damn tired because i haven't yet realized that i'm back to work. last nite i had a volleyball game and afterwards went to wendy's for the usual get together to talk about everybody else. i asked what time it was and somebody said 12.5a (which is 12:30am for those of you who aren't familiar with my ways). i was like...PEACE! i know damn well that i am NOT a morning person. i'm not a late nite person either, but that's for another blawg.
well...it's about time for me to get to bed. it's 10.0p right about now and i've been on a soap box about punch all day. my arm doesn't hurt anymore...physically...so i guess i should get over it.
just keep me lifted up in prayer,
-w
16 August 2009
everybody hates sleep...
what's goin' on, yo? say, why do people try to incite some kind of rage from me? i don't get upset; i can accept that, and my heart is still open...but only so much. take a moment and think about this: everybody has at least 3 things that they will secretly never tell anyone that they absolutely can't stand. the tricky thing is, these things are so damn trivial that they're not even hardly worth mentioning. so the only option left is to pretend that they don't bother you and move on with your life. admit it, then come to terms with it. i have, and you should as well. for me, however, there seem to be a multitude of little things that bother me. i won't spend the next thousand words elaborating, but here are a few examples...
we already know about the door being locked situation...i don't like when the microwave still shows time left and there's nothing in the microwave; i want to be able to look at the microwave if i'm in the kitchen and see what the time is...i don't like overhead lights, especially fluorescent; it needs to be a soft light...i don't like when people driving in front of me throw a cigarette out of the window; with my luck (and it should be noted that "murphy's law" was a recent change from the original "wesley's law") i would drive over a solitary ember and my car would blow up from the heat...the list sadly goes on for quite a while...
whatever dude...that isn't even the main point of this entry! first of all...i apologize for leaving whole parts out. that noted...what is this "sleep" thing people have been mentioning lately? i have just spent the last 27 hours of my life playing board games...nonstop. no sleep, just games. these aren't your typical run of the mill board games. they are the kind of games that take up to an hour to explain, and hours to actually play. what can i say; they're fun. by the by, big shout outs must go to dave and lindy for hosting the game...nite? staying somewhere for that long of a time doesn't really fit into the period "nite." and for the record, i am always allie, i am 90% of the time a villager, and i rarely know what i am doing. anyways, i got there at 4.0p, left at 4.0a, then went home with eric, crystal, and todd and we commenced to playing tichu until well after the sun was up again. side note (i'm tired so thoughts are random at the moment...), dave's family is kwaazy! we played "werewolf" (a sophisticated version of "mafia") and...um...just beware of anyone with the last name tinnin or turner...breathing the wrong way will get you killed 100%. sitting the wrong way will get you killed 100%. looking at the wrong people the wrong way will get you killed 100%. trying to make an alliance with dave...surprise, surprise, surprise...will more than likely get you killed (there isn't a number that high)%.
well, after that was over and we were back at my apartment...thinking that we were invincible to the world, we drove to a "place" where board games were on sale. i take that back; eric got us there... i won't go into details, but i lost count of the times we almost drifted off the road, and we almost hit the back of a very nice lexus. sleep deprivation is a hell of a drug... but honestly, these people could just as well have been selling games out of the trunk of a car. it was hot as hades out there. i did manage to walk away with a couple of games: dominion and acquire. i'm too tired to put up pictures of anything. it's something i never thought i would do; buy games. i'm usually playing other people's games.
so much happened that i can't put it all here, so i will have to resort to putting in snippets of this and that in random parts of future blawgs. don't worry; it'll be fun. by the way...i have a special power. i hesitate to mention it here for fear that it will lose its potency, but i'll just mention that part for now. some people (crystal...dave...todd) know what it is, and no matter what they say, how they react, or how much they try to resist...they cannot...YOU cannot. why? because i say do. dear me, me thinks i've written too much!
to come...tomorrow starts the first day of school (for teachers...which unfortunately includes yours truly). the kiddos still have another week to get on mama's nerves and worry daddy to death before i have to break all of that up. i'll be attempting to chronicle my uphill journey of turning a piece of sh*t chamber into a proper "learning community" fit for habitation. half the fun is in getting there.
also to come...i've decided to try this P90X thing. if you don't know what it is, look it up you lazy butthead! i'll talk more about it as it happens. any suggestions or words of wisdom...feel free. and follow me and leave CONSTRUCTIVE comments.
i can accept that, and my heart is still open,
-w
we already know about the door being locked situation...i don't like when the microwave still shows time left and there's nothing in the microwave; i want to be able to look at the microwave if i'm in the kitchen and see what the time is...i don't like overhead lights, especially fluorescent; it needs to be a soft light...i don't like when people driving in front of me throw a cigarette out of the window; with my luck (and it should be noted that "murphy's law" was a recent change from the original "wesley's law") i would drive over a solitary ember and my car would blow up from the heat...the list sadly goes on for quite a while...
whatever dude...that isn't even the main point of this entry! first of all...i apologize for leaving whole parts out. that noted...what is this "sleep" thing people have been mentioning lately? i have just spent the last 27 hours of my life playing board games...nonstop. no sleep, just games. these aren't your typical run of the mill board games. they are the kind of games that take up to an hour to explain, and hours to actually play. what can i say; they're fun. by the by, big shout outs must go to dave and lindy for hosting the game...nite? staying somewhere for that long of a time doesn't really fit into the period "nite." and for the record, i am always allie, i am 90% of the time a villager, and i rarely know what i am doing. anyways, i got there at 4.0p, left at 4.0a, then went home with eric, crystal, and todd and we commenced to playing tichu until well after the sun was up again. side note (i'm tired so thoughts are random at the moment...), dave's family is kwaazy! we played "werewolf" (a sophisticated version of "mafia") and...um...just beware of anyone with the last name tinnin or turner...breathing the wrong way will get you killed 100%. sitting the wrong way will get you killed 100%. looking at the wrong people the wrong way will get you killed 100%. trying to make an alliance with dave...surprise, surprise, surprise...will more than likely get you killed (there isn't a number that high)%.
well, after that was over and we were back at my apartment...thinking that we were invincible to the world, we drove to a "place" where board games were on sale. i take that back; eric got us there... i won't go into details, but i lost count of the times we almost drifted off the road, and we almost hit the back of a very nice lexus. sleep deprivation is a hell of a drug... but honestly, these people could just as well have been selling games out of the trunk of a car. it was hot as hades out there. i did manage to walk away with a couple of games: dominion and acquire. i'm too tired to put up pictures of anything. it's something i never thought i would do; buy games. i'm usually playing other people's games.
so much happened that i can't put it all here, so i will have to resort to putting in snippets of this and that in random parts of future blawgs. don't worry; it'll be fun. by the way...i have a special power. i hesitate to mention it here for fear that it will lose its potency, but i'll just mention that part for now. some people (crystal...dave...todd) know what it is, and no matter what they say, how they react, or how much they try to resist...they cannot...YOU cannot. why? because i say do. dear me, me thinks i've written too much!
to come...tomorrow starts the first day of school (for teachers...which unfortunately includes yours truly). the kiddos still have another week to get on mama's nerves and worry daddy to death before i have to break all of that up. i'll be attempting to chronicle my uphill journey of turning a piece of sh*t chamber into a proper "learning community" fit for habitation. half the fun is in getting there.
also to come...i've decided to try this P90X thing. if you don't know what it is, look it up you lazy butthead! i'll talk more about it as it happens. any suggestions or words of wisdom...feel free. and follow me and leave CONSTRUCTIVE comments.
i can accept that, and my heart is still open,
-w
14 August 2009
everybody hates locks...
salutations on this friday on which i finally get paid. this whole "we gon' pay you one time every month" thing is just impossible for me. i need a second option.
i feel i must comment about a facebook status update that i made about my dear friend, beloved roommate, and even at times like a younger brother...eric. i'm not a celebrity or anything, so it should be noted that i don't have to qualify anything negative about him with at least 3 positive things. i can just say whatever the hell i want...and i will...because that's what i do...best. here's the backstory: in this apartment there are 3.5 people living here. i live here, eric lives here, scott lives here (though some might have never known...), and scott's fiance' is here quite a bit. scott's room has a "secret" entrance through which he and "wifey" come and go. therefore, they never use the front door. eric and i, however, do. so, i can break down the percentage of things now. get your damn pencil and paper out; let's do a little math...
every now and then i will get home and accidentally lock myself out because i thought the door was already locked, but really was not. and every now and then i will wake up and go outside to do something...i don't know...get a breath of fresh air. and there, to my shock and horror, was an unlocked door! imagine my surprise when i found out that eric was also in the apartment...asleep! now, i am a reasonable person. i understand that things happen and sometimes people may forget to do certain things. i have left hot chicken grease on a stove and gone on to take a 3 hour nap. i have broken dishes. i have tried to serve obviously undercooked BBQ chicken. but i have NEVER left the door unlocked. each of the 3 times it has happened, i have almost had a heart attack. hell, anybody could come in and do who knows what.
i consider myself a very shy and non-confrontational person. i have a mama for stuff like that. so each time i've never made much of a big deal out of it. i am, unfortunately, the kind of person who will internalize something and always keep it in the back of my mind, then become slightly passive-aggressive. i'll blawg about that sometime, but not now. that's about 92% of the reason for that particular facebook post...
the other 8% comes from the horrifying fact that i have been locked out of my own apartment...by eric! of that 29% of the 94% of the time the door is locked with the deadbolt, i have tried to enter my premises and been denied admission 8% behind that damn deadbolt. do i live with scaredy cats? a thousand times no! eric is by far the tallest asian i have ever met in my life (i suppose he's around an even 6 feet, while i remain in the upper 5s). whether or not he is just a tall scaredy cat is unknown to me. he isn't overly aggressive unless we are playing "smash bros." and then it's more of an overkill type thing. and scott is no punk. what are they so scared of encountering that would force them to lock that deadbolt when they know that i, the fearless leader, am not there yet? ugh, it makes no sense to me!
so that is the reason behind the facebook post about which i was asked to blawg. of course if it ever happened again i don't know if i would really kick eric in the teeth. he's got too nice of a smile.
fin,
-w
i feel i must comment about a facebook status update that i made about my dear friend, beloved roommate, and even at times like a younger brother...eric. i'm not a celebrity or anything, so it should be noted that i don't have to qualify anything negative about him with at least 3 positive things. i can just say whatever the hell i want...and i will...because that's what i do...best. here's the backstory: in this apartment there are 3.5 people living here. i live here, eric lives here, scott lives here (though some might have never known...), and scott's fiance' is here quite a bit. scott's room has a "secret" entrance through which he and "wifey" come and go. therefore, they never use the front door. eric and i, however, do. so, i can break down the percentage of things now. get your damn pencil and paper out; let's do a little math...
given that there is a 100% maximum...i would say that the door is locked approximately 94% of the time, and of that 94%, 29% of the time the deadbolt is also in play. that leaves a measly 6% of
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the time that the door is not unlocked. now, about 4% of that time is spent in limbo between the times that someone comes home and, you know, unlocks the door to get in before closing the door and relocking it. sometimes the door is unlocked to go and check the mail, or to make a quick run to the car. that leaves us with a scant 2% of plain foolishness...have you met my good friend eric???
the time that the door is not unlocked. now, about 4% of that time is spent in limbo between the times that someone comes home and, you know, unlocks the door to get in before closing the door and relocking it. sometimes the door is unlocked to go and check the mail, or to make a quick run to the car. that leaves us with a scant 2% of plain foolishness...have you met my good friend eric???every now and then i will get home and accidentally lock myself out because i thought the door was already locked, but really was not. and every now and then i will wake up and go outside to do something...i don't know...get a breath of fresh air. and there, to my shock and horror, was an unlocked door! imagine my surprise when i found out that eric was also in the apartment...asleep! now, i am a reasonable person. i understand that things happen and sometimes people may forget to do certain things. i have left hot chicken grease on a stove and gone on to take a 3 hour nap. i have broken dishes. i have tried to serve obviously undercooked BBQ chicken. but i have NEVER left the door unlocked. each of the 3 times it has happened, i have almost had a heart attack. hell, anybody could come in and do who knows what.
i consider myself a very shy and non-confrontational person. i have a mama for stuff like that. so each time i've never made much of a big deal out of it. i am, unfortunately, the kind of person who will internalize something and always keep it in the back of my mind, then become slightly passive-aggressive. i'll blawg about that sometime, but not now. that's about 92% of the reason for that particular facebook post...
the other 8% comes from the horrifying fact that i have been locked out of my own apartment...by eric! of that 29% of the 94% of the time the door is locked with the deadbolt, i have tried to enter my premises and been denied admission 8% behind that damn deadbolt. do i live with scaredy cats? a thousand times no! eric is by far the tallest asian i have ever met in my life (i suppose he's around an even 6 feet, while i remain in the upper 5s). whether or not he is just a tall scaredy cat is unknown to me. he isn't overly aggressive unless we are playing "smash bros." and then it's more of an overkill type thing. and scott is no punk. what are they so scared of encountering that would force them to lock that deadbolt when they know that i, the fearless leader, am not there yet? ugh, it makes no sense to me!
so that is the reason behind the facebook post about which i was asked to blawg. of course if it ever happened again i don't know if i would really kick eric in the teeth. he's got too nice of a smile.
fin,
-w
11 August 2009
everybody hates tichu...
i have returned to blawg again! i'm proud of myself for actually doing this. so let's get into it with a recap of events past.
i bypassed an opportunity to play sand volleyball to play board games with eric (my roommate), crystal, and todd. i know, i know...why would i ever pass up a chance to play volleyball in the sand? if you don't know me, here's something to bring you closer...sand volleyball is so beneath me that every time i step out onto the sand, an angel loses a feather from a wing. i absolutely can't stand it, but that will be the subject of a future post that i'm thinking of right now...
so, board games. we started around 9ish sunday nite, and finished up well into monday morning, around 5am or so. it was a lot of fun, and i think that although it was a very calculated risk to put board games before volleyball, it paid off. something you might hear from me quite often (besides the occasional grammar correction here and there) is "i can accept that, and my heart is still open." it's kind of a principle that i adopted a while back that helps me to live my life with fewer worries and stress than i normally would have. i am, after all, extremely neurotic.
this is a game to which i suddenly found myself addicted. it's called tichu, as in "let me teachu a thing or two." that was my hand, which was a great hand. todd and i, however, had little to no luck against crystal and eric, who managed to whoop our arses every time. it was okay; i could accept that, and my heart is still open...somewhat. more on THAT later as well. anyway, if any of these people are reading this, i challenge you to another game of tichu. then i pull out a leather glove (because they carry more weight) and slap the taste out of your mouth.
anyway, it was BIG fun. i can see myself getting into this tichu. it's like spades meets poker. a sort of...spoker. there's another game nite scheduled for the weekend, and i'll be there. for people who know me, remember this: i'm ALWAYS a villager, and i'm ALWAYS allie. don't try to understand it, just accept it, and keep your heart open.
anyway, not to be outdone, i did end up going to play sand volleyball later monday nite. i'm financially bound to play there at least once a week for the next few weeks. i play with my good friend x, which is short for christ, which is short for christina, which makes me wonder why her nickname isn't x-ina. it's x-tina, but if protocol applies (and i'm thinking "x-mas" is from "christ-mas", and the lesser known "x marks the spot" which comes from "christ marks the spot"), then i would have to assume that her name would be shortened to x-ina. it would still be pronounced "x-tina" but...whatever dude.
meanwhile, we whooped some arse, beating paul penley's (from here on referred to as PP) team 18-2 in the 3rd game. it was epic. more importantly, i think we started a new thing. i happen to watch "friends" a lot lately (i'm not working so i have free time up the butt) and if you ever saw an episode where phoebe and joey reveal that they get together every now and then to talk about everybody else...it was nothing like that. it was the two of us...in the wendy's parking lot...with the fast food...
random notes to myself about more things about which to blawg: 学校開会, 同居友のエリック, なぜサンドバレーが嫌い, 文法警察の事, バレー家族...it just goes on and on. by the way...i can speak english as well.
well, i'm off to format my computer...again. it started out as a little thing that i do twice a year to keep out unwanted stuff, but now it seems i do it for
trivial reasons. i guess i'm that kind of person. for examples, this is my new car. it's a suzuki sx4 crossover. it's like a mini SUV. i love it, and am still accepting suggestions for names (with the stipulation that the name must be japanese, unless you have an extraordinarily cool name...like seven). why did i buy it? did my old car break down? no, although the A/C went out and i spent $400 fixing it. was it too old? not really, it was a 2004 model. my reason: the CD player in my kia stopped playing CDs, and i absolutely must have my CDs to survive any trip from point A to point B. hence, the new car. by the way, the word "kia" comes from korean meaning "spirit of asia." i agree. so take it for what you will. am i that superficial and shallow? no, i tell you, NO...A THOUSAND TIMES NO!!!
i'm out of words, ttfn.
-w
i bypassed an opportunity to play sand volleyball to play board games with eric (my roommate), crystal, and todd. i know, i know...why would i ever pass up a chance to play volleyball in the sand? if you don't know me, here's something to bring you closer...sand volleyball is so beneath me that every time i step out onto the sand, an angel loses a feather from a wing. i absolutely can't stand it, but that will be the subject of a future post that i'm thinking of right now...
so, board games. we started around 9ish sunday nite, and finished up well into monday morning, around 5am or so. it was a lot of fun, and i think that although it was a very calculated risk to put board games before volleyball, it paid off. something you might hear from me quite often (besides the occasional grammar correction here and there) is "i can accept that, and my heart is still open." it's kind of a principle that i adopted a while back that helps me to live my life with fewer worries and stress than i normally would have. i am, after all, extremely neurotic.
this is a game to which i suddenly found myself addicted. it's called tichu, as in "let me teachu a thing or two." that was my hand, which was a great hand. todd and i, however, had little to no luck against crystal and eric, who managed to whoop our arses every time. it was okay; i could accept that, and my heart is still open...somewhat. more on THAT later as well. anyway, if any of these people are reading this, i challenge you to another game of tichu. then i pull out a leather glove (because they carry more weight) and slap the taste out of your mouth.anyway, it was BIG fun. i can see myself getting into this tichu. it's like spades meets poker. a sort of...spoker. there's another game nite scheduled for the weekend, and i'll be there. for people who know me, remember this: i'm ALWAYS a villager, and i'm ALWAYS allie. don't try to understand it, just accept it, and keep your heart open.
anyway, not to be outdone, i did end up going to play sand volleyball later monday nite. i'm financially bound to play there at least once a week for the next few weeks. i play with my good friend x, which is short for christ, which is short for christina, which makes me wonder why her nickname isn't x-ina. it's x-tina, but if protocol applies (and i'm thinking "x-mas" is from "christ-mas", and the lesser known "x marks the spot" which comes from "christ marks the spot"), then i would have to assume that her name would be shortened to x-ina. it would still be pronounced "x-tina" but...whatever dude.
meanwhile, we whooped some arse, beating paul penley's (from here on referred to as PP) team 18-2 in the 3rd game. it was epic. more importantly, i think we started a new thing. i happen to watch "friends" a lot lately (i'm not working so i have free time up the butt) and if you ever saw an episode where phoebe and joey reveal that they get together every now and then to talk about everybody else...it was nothing like that. it was the two of us...in the wendy's parking lot...with the fast food...
random notes to myself about more things about which to blawg: 学校開会, 同居友のエリック, なぜサンドバレーが嫌い, 文法警察の事, バレー家族...it just goes on and on. by the way...i can speak english as well.
well, i'm off to format my computer...again. it started out as a little thing that i do twice a year to keep out unwanted stuff, but now it seems i do it for
trivial reasons. i guess i'm that kind of person. for examples, this is my new car. it's a suzuki sx4 crossover. it's like a mini SUV. i love it, and am still accepting suggestions for names (with the stipulation that the name must be japanese, unless you have an extraordinarily cool name...like seven). why did i buy it? did my old car break down? no, although the A/C went out and i spent $400 fixing it. was it too old? not really, it was a 2004 model. my reason: the CD player in my kia stopped playing CDs, and i absolutely must have my CDs to survive any trip from point A to point B. hence, the new car. by the way, the word "kia" comes from korean meaning "spirit of asia." i agree. so take it for what you will. am i that superficial and shallow? no, i tell you, NO...A THOUSAND TIMES NO!!!i'm out of words, ttfn.
-w
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