me: you didn't speak when you first saw me.
kel: yes, i did.
allie: yes, i did.
stallone: yes, ah did. (she's a little bit country)
shania: yes, i did.
me: shania, you did speak to me.
why do people automatically go on the defensive when you tell them about something that they did that they know they did but vehemently act like they didn't do it? is the pain of being busted so deep that it cannot be remedied? does it leave an emotional scar that runs the length of the US/mexico border? so then i have to go through the exhausting chore of reliving moments in my life i'd rather not relive by reenacting these scenes that cause so much heartache...
me: stallone, you talked to jerome for seven minutes before realizing i was in the room.
me: kel, you saw me first, but proceeded to talk to jerome for ten minutes before coming back to me.
me: allie, you looked through me to get to jerome, then said hello on your way out.
me: shania, we've always been the moral center of our group.
maybe not exactly like that, but not far off. i understand and accept that jerome is at least forty-two times more popular than i am, and god punished me by making me his roommate, but talk about not feeling any love. maybe i should've just kept my mouth shut, because i'm non-confrontational. sometimes you just don't feel like fighting someone just to prove a point that they're going to deny. i don't feel like fighting stallone, i don't feel like fighting allie, i really don't feel like fighting kel (he wouldn't last fourteen seconds), and shania...she's brilliant.
so anyway, after all this drama went down, kel decided to do what people like him do. he walked up and...pause for dramatic effect...spoke to me. and he shook my hand for about two minutes as he continually greeted me. well, being the person i am, i let him do whatever it was he thought he was accomplishing and mentally kicked him in the chest. don't patronize me. この野郎、俺様だってなめるなよ。i don't look like it, but i have the ability to drop anyone right where they stand. i just always choose not to exercise such power. i'm kind like that. stallone spoke to me today, as did allie. most people can be taught. for others...bitches be trippin'.
meanwhile, the scholars came today. the first day is always awkward, especially if you're in the section that supervises the kids while they're still rolling in, which just happened to be my spot. good god, why had thou forsaken me? for the most part it was cool, but i was worn out before it was over. my group is twelve strong, and i can already tell that there may be some friction between a couple of them and me. the sitcom that plays in my head is going to have a major ratings boost this week. tomorrow the real fun begins with the class stuff.
kenan is on to me. i think he suspects that he is being mentioned in this blawg. he's as vain as he is short. in fact, he's so vain, he probably thinks this part is about him...doesn't he? don't you, kenan? silly child, he'll never catch on. for someone with such a huge eyespan, he's surprisingly unobservant. i kid...i think.
by the by, if you ever come across apple crisps, don't ever try them. use them as coasters. use them as pet food (sparingly). use them as packing material. use them as fertilizer. use them in arts and crafts. use them for anything but a snack. i tried one and ended up spitting it back into the bag. aw man. no more for me. is there such a thing as meatatarian? i don't eat fruit...not anymore after being subjected to those things. that's okay, shania, you didn't know. you're still brilliant.
now, my classroom is as far away from my living quarters as geographically possible while still staying in the state of north carolina. it's wingate hall, or as i like to call it...wingate, nc. it's incredibly far away from everything. it's so far that our radios won't get reception there. it's like being marooned on an island with apple crisps as our only means for survival. hello, left arm...you're looking mighty tasty all of a sudden. these apple crisps will make for a good fire to roast you...
we (all the facilitators sentenced to that...location) all got together and put together a list of things that we decided that we're going be needing in order to stay alive. i can't remember the entire thing, but the ones that i do remember are:
- oxygen tank
- passport
- change of clothes (in case of wedding...to be explained later...)
- immunization records (current)
- deodorant (the stick, NOT the spray on)
thinking about it, we need to add a few things, like customs forms, hydration stations, a monorail (that would really help), and a scale to measure our weight loss to and from there. when moses told pharoah to let them people go, i don't think they walked quite as far as we have to do...and they at least had manna falling from heaven. what's gonna fall from the sky for us...apple crisps? i'll take a first class ticket to hell if that's the case.
out for the nite like a lite.
-w
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