woke this morning at 5:30, stuffed up and short of breathe. i think my allergies are underattack. tried to get a little more sleep but it was sporadic. of course when the alarm went off at 8 i didn't want to get up. i ate a beanpaste bun for breakfast. it was all right. it would have been better if i could have warmed it up or steamed it, but since i living with the bare esstenials i couldn't.
school was school. nothing too exciting happened. the kindergarteners were actually well behaved. that is once i got them into the classroom. that was a chore of its own. at lunch the witches of eastwick/triplets of belleview/three headed monster [we can'tg decide on a name although i've always liked three headed monster] were all huddled together. somethings up with those three. horace and i decided it was time to lay low for fear of the monsters. you should have seen them at lunch. bascially sitting on top of one another picking at their food like jackals. barely stopping to take a breathe. its definitely going to get more interesting as time goes on. nelly [i've now nicknamed them all] was going through my mail when i finally had to put her in her place. she is so freakin nosey. i mean come on. get a life girl. i spent the rest of my day working on my second poster. this one is going to be basic on thing you can talk about. my categories include: books, music groups, movie stars, tv shows, films, places to visit. i'm having fun working on it.
now i digress. the other day i heard word that someone i knew back in high school had died while trying to escape her abductors. i haven't seen this girl since 9th grade but now all i can do is think about her. wondering what she was like, did she still talk to anyone i was friends with, what has she been doing up until that day. and then i can't help but imagine how she must have felt at that moment she was taken. i'm obsessed with finding out everything that happened. it funny but when things like this happen all of sudden you have to know it all. its like watching the tv when jfk, jr. or princess diana died. you become transfixed. wanting all the information. thats how i am now. its also saddens me to think someone around my age was taken in such a horrible way. this incident brings up another memory of a friend who also was killed about 14 years ago. and now i sit here and think of them both. sometimes it feels like things are so freakin messed up. its like we are living in a society where we have to constanstly be looking over our shoulders. i don't want that. the other night when i was on the payphone the streets were littered with high school kids. its was 11pm and all these kids were roaming around wihtout a care in the world. wouldn't it be nice to have that attitude again. instead we are left with the over dramatization that our newscasters give us every night at 5:30, 6, 6:30, and 11. time for me to step off my soapbox. until next time…
blog set list:
depeche mode - enjoy the silence
le tigre - les and ray
neutral milk hotel - oh comely
the ramones - howling at the moon
throwing muses - mania
le tigre - deceptacon
pixies - dead
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