i'm on my semicolon.
for those of you not in the know, a semicolon is the closest thing to what might be referred to as a period...except it's for men. it's a period...with a penis. a semicolon. it doesn't happen monthly, though. the semicolon can happen at any given moment for any given amount of time, and can be caused by any given reason for any given person. i don't usually go on a semicolon unless a certain number of things don't go the way they're supposed to go consecutively. i can usually resolve one rather quickly, but every now and then they seem to last forever. for example, i had one last wednesday and it lasted a couple days. no big deal; it was caused by the kids i had that week.
i woke up feeling very strange this morning. as it turns out, i'm kind of a psychic when it comes to misfortune. perhaps it's because my middle name is schadenfreude. it's a word that describes a person who for some reason takes delight in others' misfortunes. so i guess it makes sense that i can sometimes see bad things coming. the trade off, though, is that i can't foresee them in enough time to do anything about them, so they end up happening anyway. so that's me, mr. schadenfreude. turns out, a few things are going on back in dallas that have me on edge and feeling uneasy. i won't depress you with details, but let's just say that things aren't the way they need to be right now. a combination of problems have brought about a semicolon. this one's gonna take a while to sort out, but i don't doubt that things will work out. they always do.
speaking of hoping that things work out...
today marks the last week that i'll be here in chevy chase. then i'll be back on my way to dallas. twenty-one hours lie ahead of me. that will give me lots of time to think about life, and all that jazz. anyway, some people left and aren't going to be here this week. tyrone and laura lee are gone. laverne was gone, as was "la-rwanda" (another new face this year...crazy but cool), but they're back this week. laverne, who if you remember is friends with shirley, is overly bubbly and what i could term the opposite of me. i'm a pessimist by nature; she is an optimist. she's always getting on me about not having anything positive to say. although i do have so many things about which to be positive, she always just happens to catch me right after i've said something nice. i usually feel the urge to cancel out a positive with a negative. that creates neutrality, which is me all day.
well, we were having a meeting earlier this evening and laverne suggested that we all go around and tell why this is going to be the best week ever, starting with reasons that today is the best day ever. it got to me last, and all the good answers that i could've said were already taken. what else was there? i don't even remember what i said. oh wait, it was something about having clean clothes. if anyone has any suggestions on how the next five days are going to be the best days ever, please comment and let me know. i'm going to need all the help i can get. but i figure that if i never bring it up, she might forget about it. laverne is peppy.
with five days left here, i'm getting mentally ready to return to my regular life in texas. of course i'll see jerome again (we're both dallasites), but no more of anyone else, at least not until next year (if i decide to do this again). leaving is bittersweet, but since i'm not leaving right now, it's a non-issue.
something strange is happening here, meanwhile. i'm currently at about a seventy-eight percent understanding, but i think i have an idea. it has to do with the food here. this morning i was completely prepared to skip lunch and go get real food, but tootie and amanda called and told me that it was self-serve lunch. i went in and there was bacon as far as the eye could see. at first i wasn't too excited because i think i chipped a tooth behind their damn bacon last week, but it looked different. turns out it was the good bacon that they use to lure people into a false sense of security. they want us to think that the food here will be really good, but of course... for dinner they had peppersteak...which tested my gag reflex. i failed the test...miserably.
my batch of kids this week, if i'm predicting this correctly, is gonna possibly be this week's GBC. that stands for "ghetto boo crew." it's when you get a group of kids that act straight out the hood and off the streets. i got one boy who had a couple of the girls messing with him a bit. i told him, "looks like you got a couple girlfriends over there." he took a couple seconds to think about that, then came back with..."and i got a couple more back at home...i'm a playa." i was done right then and there. maybe it'll be good for something.
kel took a couple shots back today and almost made contact. it was...odd...but...i think i'm gonna miss him the most out of everybody here. that makes the most sense to me. i just felt i had to throw in a kel reference somewhere in here. after all, the war will end in five days...the blackest night...ragnarok...
i'm a blue lantern for the time being,
-w
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